Free Web NovelChapter 25: Good Boy
Jax
I kneel on the wood floor, my knees pressed hard against the grain, the ache a familiar anchor. The frustration of the past few days coils tight in my gut. Frankie’s first heat has filled the pack house with her scent, sweet and maddening, a constant reminder that we can’t bury ourselves in that wet pussy. We took care of her, I got to touch our beautiful princess and ease the fever. It’s not enough.
The Alpha in me bristles, restless, but Corrian’s presence grounds me. His shadow falls over me, and I look up, my throat already aching with anticipation.
He stands before me, fully dressed in that dark shirt that strains across his chest, the fabric pulling taut over the swell of his pecs. I can see the outline of his cock through his jeans, thick and heavy, already half-hard. My own dick twitches in my grip as I fist it, slow, waiting for his command.
"Eyes on me, pup," he says, voice low, a rumble that vibrates through my bones. I obey, locking my gaze onto his. His hand cups my jaw, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "You’ve been so good, holding back for Frankie. I know it’s hard."
I nod, a soft whine escaping me. It is hard, my cock is painfully erect, the knot at its base swollen, aching to lock inside something. Anything. But Corrian’s rules are clear. We take care of each other, first.
"Tonight, you’re mine," he continues, his other hand unbuckling his belt. The clink of metal is sharp in the quiet room. "You’re going to take me deep, and you’re going to touch that beautiful cock while you do it. Don’t you dare cum until I tell you."
"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, the words rasping out. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
He unzips his jeans, pulls himself free. His cock is a masterpiece, thick, veined, the shaft flushed dark with blood, already slick with precum. The knot at the base is prominent, a girthy bulge that will stretch my jaw once I take him all the way. I lean forward, mouth open, but he stops me with a hand on my forehead.
"Slow," he says. "You’re frustrated, I know. So am I. But this isn’t about rushing. It’s about feeling every inch."
I nod again, my breath shallow. I start to lower my mouth, but he tugs my hair, tilting my head back.
"Look at me while you do it."
So I do.
I part my lips and take the head of his cock into my mouth. The taste is salt and musk, pure Alpha. I swirl my tongue around the crown, and he groans, a low, guttural sound that sends a shiver down my spine. His hand rests on my shoulder, squeezed tight, the heat of his palm seeping through my shirt. I feel every ridge of his muscles beneath my tongue, the way his thighs tense as I work my way down.
Slowly, I take him deeper. The shaft stretches my lips, fills my mouth, and I relax my throat, letting him slide past the soft palate. His knot presses against my lips, and I pause, breathing through my nose. My own hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with each bob of my head. The sound of my palm gliding over my shaft mixes with the wet noises of my mouth.
"Good boy," Corrian breathes. "Look at you. Taking me so well."
I hum in response, the vibration making him shudder. I move faster, taking him deeper, and his knot pops past my lips. The stretch is exquisite, a burn that borders on pain, but I crave it. I swallow around him, and his hips jerk involuntarily.
"Fuck, Jax," he hisses. "Don’t stop."
I don’t. I keep my eyes locked on his, watching the way his pupils dilate, the way his jaw goes slack. He’s so beautiful like this, powerful and exposed. My biceps bunch as I stroke myself harder, precum leaking onto my knuckles. The knot at the base of my own cock is fully flared now, desperate for friction, but I don’t dare come.
"You love this, don’t you?" Corrian’s voice is rough, a command wrapped in praise. "Being on your knees for me. Feeling me fill your throat."
I nod as best I can, my nose brushing against his pubic bone. He’s fully sheathed now, his knot stretching my jaw wide, and I feel the pulse of his blood against my tongue. I gag once, twice, but I don’t pull back. I want this. Need it.
"Stroke yourself faster," he says, his hand moving to the back of my head, pressing me deeper. "I want to see you get yourself off on my cock."
I obey, my hand flying over my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, the tight heat of his knot in my mouth, the friction of my palm, the way his fingers curl in my hair, possessive and firm. I moan around him, the sound muffled, and he groans in response.
"That’s it, pup. Good boy. You’re doing so well."
His hips begin to move, a slow, deliberate thrust, fucking my throat in earnest. Each drive pushes his knot deeper, and I feel the familiar burn of being stretched to my limit. My eyes water, but I keep them fixed on his. I see the hunger there, the raw need that mirrors my own.
"I’m close," he warns. "Don’t you dare cum yet."
I whimper, my balls tight against my body. I’m so close, precum dripping down my hand, but I hold back. For him. Always for him.
He fucks my throat for another minute, his rhythm steady, his breathing ragged. Then he stills, his hand tightening in my hair.
"Swallow," he commands.
The first hot pulse of his cum hit the back of my throat, salty and thick. I swallow greedily, taking every drop, and he groans long and low, his hips trembling. His knot swells even more inside my cheeks, locking me in place, and I hum in satisfaction.
When he pulls out, I gasp for air, saliva and cum dripping down my chin. He looks down at me, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His muscles tense and release as he catches his breath. free𝑤ebnovel.com
"Now," he says, his voice still commanding but softer, "you can cum. Let me see you."
I don’t need to be told twice. My hand flies over my cock, three quick strokes, and I’m there, my orgasm crashes through me, white-hot. Cum spurts onto the floor, onto my hand, and I moan, my body shuddering. My knot deflates slowly, a dull ache of release.
He kneels down to my level, cupping my face in his hands, thumbs wiping the mess from my chin.
"Good boy," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You did perfect."
I lean into his touch, the frustration of the past days melting away, replaced by a deep, bone-settling calm. Outside, the pack house still hums with Frankie’s heat, but right now, in this room, we have each other.
And that’s enough.
