The Alpha's Bride

Damon sat on the leather bench with Talia on his lap, facing away from him.

Her skirt was bunched around her waist and most of the buttons of her shirt were undone.

Their current position allowed Talia to see Damon's legs between hers, and she realized that he changed clothes and was now wearing only black training shorts. Damon spread his legs, forcing hers to open widely.

Talia wanted to lean forward, but Damon bit her neck, forcing her to stay on him. He didn't pierce her skin, but the sharp pain radiated through her body, each pulse morphed in pleasure and Talia gasped.

His every move made her body hum and come alive like never before.

Talia felt like she is close to falling apart, yet she didn't want him to stop.

"Oh, God…", she called breathily when he pinched her nipple without removing her bra.

His other hand quickly made its way between her legs, and he rubbed her down there over her drenched panties. The wretched fabric was in the way, and he pushed it on the side.

His fingers trembled at the initial contact with Talia's hot and sleek flesh as electrifying sparks shoot up his arm and his cock lurched painfully in response.

"Fuck!", Damon cursed under his breath. This mate bond will make him die from arousal!

He pushed her bra up and his hand got unobstructed access to her breasts.

Talia's mind was a mess as Damon invaded her body in the most delicious ways possible.

His mouth was moving over her exposed neck and shoulder; kissing, licking, sucking, biting… his left hand was on her breasts, taking them in turns and caressing, kneading, twisting, pinching… and his right hand was at the cradle of her thighs; gliding, pressing, teasing, flicking… Every part of Damon's body moved in sync, making Talia give up on reasoning and any thoughts of propriety.

Talia moaned wantonly between gasps for air, and she was not sure what to do with her hands. She lifted them up, searching for Damon's head until she laced her fingers into his hair.

"Ah…", she let out a lewd sound when his finger slipped inside her tight entrance and her hips started moving on an instinct, responding to his touch and asking for more.

Damon groaned when he felt her bottom rubbing against him. He was throbbing hard and situated between her buttocks that applied rhythmical pressure which came with electrical sparks.

He couldn't believe this. Is he going to come just from this light friction her ass provided? It will be uncomfortable if he releases his load inside the shorts, but he didn't have time to think about this because he had to focus on Talia.

Damon decided to make her touch heaven and he will take a cold shower later or help himself because he didn't want to freak her out.

He really wanted to hear Talia call his name.

"Say my name, kitten…", he growled into her ear, and even with all the stimulation he provided, those words gave her goosebumps.

"Da… Damon…", Talia breathed, and Damon hummed in approval. It sounded more erotic than he thought it will.

"Again!", he demanded.

Talia opened her mouth, but only a moan came as the electrical charges in her body reached the critical point.

She moved with less restraint, asking for more. Faster, harder, more Damon.

"Ah… ah…", she gasped and made some unintelligible sounds as her body started trembling and she leaned on Damon backward completely.

She was absolutely at his mercy and somehow she didn't mind that, not even a little bit.

"Damon…", Talia's breath was choppy, and he groaned in response while increasing the speed of his finger that thrust inside her and he pressed harder on her clit with the base of his palm.

"Damon… Damon…", she chanted like a prayer, her voice mixed with the squelching that his hand created as his finger moved in and out of Talia.

She was hot and wet and welcoming and Damon really wanted to yank his shorts down and use his cock in place of his middle finger.

Yes, she was tight, but all those juices will provide good lubrication. Just the thought of burying himself deep inside her made him nearly lose his mind.

No. It's too early. She is not ready.

But maybe... just a little bit.

Damon curled his finger, touching some secret spot that made Talia's stomach tense for an endless moment before she exploded in ecstasy.

"Ah... Ugh... Oh... Damon...", she breathed.

"Fuck, Talia!" Damon was a mess himself.

Her insides pulsated around his finger, squeezing him tightly, and he could literally feel her orgasm washing over him and he thrust his hips, grinding himself between her buttocks, knowing that his release is just around the corner.

Sensing that this won't be enough, Damon pushed Talia to bend forward, and he reached into his shorts with the same hand that was drenched in Talia's juices and started pumping.

In a few seconds, Damon groaned while shooting his load on Talia's shirt that was draped loosely over her back.

Damon couldn't believe it. He really came just like that. Even as an inexperienced teen he needed more stimulation than this.

It's a good thing that he didn't give in to the temptation of using his cock instead of his finger, otherwise he would embarrass himself.

What if Talia thinks that he suffers from premature ejaculation?

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Damon looked at Talia's shirt that was now ruined.

The good thing was that he won't need a cold shower. The bad thing was that he had no idea how to explain what happened to her shirt. He knew that she was inexperienced, but he was not sure how much.

"Are you OK?"

Talia's question caught him by surprise.

He was sitting stiffly behind her in silence, and she got worried. Did she do something wrong?

Talia realized that this was the second time he did something like this to her, and it was fantastic. Was he expecting that she touches him in return? She wouldn't know from where to start.

She was still facing away from him, sitting on his thighs, and he quickly tucked his erection back into his shorts. Yes, he released some of the built-up pressure, but he was still hard and ready. It seems that with Talia, it's never enough.

Damon cleared his throat before responding. "Yeah. I'm fine…" Better than fine. "But your shirt is messed up."

Talia was not sure why her shirt would be messed up and she didn't feel like asking. Her mind was still floating in the aftermath of her orgasm and she was incapable of complex thoughts.

When Talia didn't say anything, he spoke again. "Let me help you remove it. Don't worry, I will get you another one."

After tossing Talia's shirt on the side, Damon pulled Talia to lean on him.

"How are you doing?", he asked.

Talia let out a long exhale while assessing her shaky legs. "Can you tell Keith that I already exercised? I don't think I can go on a treadmill now."

Damon chuckled. "Rest a bit and you will be like new. I don't want you to miss your training."

Damon had no intention of telling her that he removed Keith from the position of Talia's personal trainer. She will find out about it eventually.

Talia pulled her bra back into the original position, to cover her breasts, and Damon helped her move so that she can lean on him sideways.

It took her a moment to realize that she was relaxing on top of Damon, wearing only underwear (the skirt bunched around her waist didn't count for much), and she didn't hate it. She was leaning against his bare chest, his solid arms were around her, his breath seeped into her hair, just above her ear… and it felt natural.

The only uncomfortable thing was her wet panties, but she didn't complain about that because she wanted to enjoy this silent intimacy for a bit longer.

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