The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: You’re so good at this. So devoted

Damon didn’t hesitate. His tongue found her immediately, moving through her folds with crazy precision. He’d spent months learning exactly what made her respond, and now he used that knowledge to worship her completely.

Eve made soft sounds of pleasure as his mouth worked her....his tongue circling her clit, his lips sucking gently, his entire focus on her pleasure.

Above him, he could hear her breathing change. Could feel her hips shift slightly, seeking better angle, better pressure.

Damon worked her with devoted intensity, not trying to rush her toward orgasm but just savoring the act of tasting her, of having his mouth on her most intimate place.

"That’s it," Eve said, her hand finding his hair and gripping gently. "Just like that. You’re so good at this. So devoted."

The praise sent heat through Damon. He increased the pace slightly, his tongue moving faster, and felt Eve’s thighs begin to tremble around his face.

"Come," he said against her, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation. "Come for me. Let me taste it."

Eve came with a soft cry, her body convulsing around his face. Damon continued working her through it, his tongue gentling as the aftershocks faded.

When Eve finally climbed off, Damon was breathing hard, his cock impossibly hard and desperate.

"Patience," Eve said, seeing his need. "We have all day."

She repositioned him again, this time face-down on the bed with pillows elevating his hips slightly.

Eve straddled him from behind, but instead of taking him inside immediately, she leaned down and began kissing his back. Her mouth traced his spine, following the line down to where his ass began.

"You’re so beautiful," she whispered against his skin. "Every inch of you is perfect."

Her hands moved down his sides, and Damon felt himself starting to relax into the sensation. This wasn’t frantic or desperate. This was intimate and thorough.

Eve’s mouth found his shoulder blade, and she bit gently....not hard enough to mark, just enough to add sensation. Her hands continued stroking down his sides, following the curve of his ribs.

"I’m going to take you now," Eve said, positioning herself at his entrance. "And I’m going to set the pace. You just lie there and feel. Don’t move unless I tell you to."

"Okay," Damon said, his voice breathless.

Eve pushed inside slowly, and even though Damon was so aroused it was almost painful, the slowness meant he felt every inch of her. Felt exactly how she welcomed him. Felt the absolute intimacy of her control.

When she was fully seated, she stayed there for a moment, just holding him inside her.

"Mine," she said simply. "This is mine. You’re mine."

"I’m yours," Damon agreed immediately. "Completely."

Eve began moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that built sensation instead of rushing it. Her hands gripped his hips, controlling the depth, controlling the pace, controlling everything.

Damon lay beneath her, feeling the weight of her body on his, the movement of her inside him, the absolute certainty that she was claiming him.

"You’re so perfect like this," Eve said, her pace increasing gradually. "So willing to surrender. So willing to trust me with your pleasure."

"Always," Damon gasped. "I trust you completely."

Eve increased her pace, her rhythm becoming more deliberate. She was chasing her own pleasure now, using his body to get what she needed, and Damon felt something shift inside him.

This was what he needed. To be used. To have someone else in charge. To not have to make the decisions.

"Come," Eve ordered, her pace becoming frantic. "Right now. I want to feel you come inside me."

The command pushed Damon over the edge immediately. The orgasm tore through him with devastating force, intense and grounding and absolutely perfect.

He came with a hoarse cry, his body convulsing beneath her. Eve followed seconds later, her inner walls clamping down around him so hard it extended his pleasure impossibly.

They stayed locked together, both breathing hard, completely spent.

Hours later, after they’d showered and eaten, Eve positioned Damon against the headboard with pillows supporting his back.

She knelt between his legs, and Damon’s cock was already beginning to harden in anticipation.

"I want to taste you now," Eve said. "Want to worship you with my mouth like you did for me this morning."

Damon’s breath caught. "Please."

Eve’s mouth descended, and the first sensation of her lips wrapping around his dick nearly undid him.

She moved slowly, deliberately, taking him deeper than normal, working him with clear intent. Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place so he couldn’t thrust upward.

"Stay still," she commanded between movements. "Let me control this. Let me decide the pace."

Damon gripped the sheets to keep himself from moving, from trying to take over. The sensation of her mouth on his dick,the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue moved with precise movements...was absolutely devastating.

Eve worked him with patient intensity, bringing him close to the edge and then pulling back. Over and over, she brought him to the brink and then denied him release.

"Please," Damon finally begged. "Eve, please, I need...."

"Not yet," she said, her voice muffled. "You need to learn to wait. Need to learn that your pleasure isn’t always immediate." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She returned to her work, her mouth moving with clear purpose. And this time, when she felt him getting close, instead of pulling back, she increased the intensity.

"Come," she commanded. "Come in my mouth. Right now."

The orgasm hit him like a freight train. Damon’s hips thrust upward involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth as his release tore through him.

Eve took everything he gave her, her mouth accepting his length completely, working him through every second of his climax.

When it finally faded, Damon was absolutely destroyed—his entire body shaking, his breathing ragged.

Eve climbed up his body and settled against his chest, her hand stroking his hair gently.

"You’re so beautiful when you let go," she said softly. "So perfect when you surrender."