Some, like Tobias, need to have it fucked into them.
This is the fifth time I’ve edged him, and he whimpers like a whore.
“Please,” he finally gasps, and I know I’ve broken him.
“What’s that?” I lower back down.
“Please…” There’s not a hint of defiance left in his voice. All his muscles are tense, but not in an effort to escape.
I rock slowly, teasing. My own arousal builds. This is myfavorite part.
“Please what?”
“Please, I need to cum, I’m sorry, I’m—”
I rock a little harder, giving him the friction he so craves, and his breath catches, his body stiffens.
Then I freeze just shy of the edge, keeping the pressure but denying the movement.
“Oh god,” Tobias moans, throbbing hard underneath me. “Oh god, oh god… Fuck… Fuck!”
The ruined orgasm spills from his tip, spurts across his stomach, cock bobbing in the air. He moans again and again, then trembles, unsatisfied.
“Please,” he whimpers as soon as he can breathe again.
I lift my hips. Count carefully to thirty, keeping my arousal in check.
I lower again, and it only takes the pressure and his pathetic writhing for another ruined orgasm to spill from him.
I lift again, and my cunt aches for more stimulation, for my own release.
Tobias is lucky I need this, or else I’d keep him dribbling for hours.
But I won’t let him know that.
I keep my breathing even as I lower again and grind hard. My inner muscles clench, chasing the spark of my arousal.
“Oh fuck, fuckfuck,” Tobias moans at the sudden sensation, the intensity keeping him back from the edge. His back arches.
I crush his balls under my weight, grinding against the base of his cock, his tip bouncing uselessly against my stomach. The indirect stimulation subjects him to one last torment.
“Jesus!” he gasps. “Shit! Fuck!” He’s practically sobbing as his balls go tense underneath me, and the first rope of cum lands across his face, two more streaking his chest before therest oozes down his shaft.
He’s coming down, but I’m still grinding hard. As the pleasure tips into overstimulation, he whimpers with pain.
Thatis what I need to hear.
My breathing thickens, and my eyes roll back, release unfurling at my core. My hips tighten with every wave of my orgasm, my arousal running down his balls.
Tobias is too busy trembling and squeezing his eyes shut to notice.
I still, and Tobias sighs. His body goes utterly limp under me, every ounce of fight gone.
I don’t get the same pleasure out of these exchanges as the other alphas do. Tobias’s face is soft as he floats in the afterglow, high on forbidden bliss.
Satisfaction, yes. Release, yes. But not pleasure, really. I feel the same as I do after a brisk workout.
The available data is limited, but my hypothesis is that the dominant alpha has to stay on-guard. There’s no limit to the number of challengers you might field at once.
