The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Sixty Four

CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

Emory's POV

I would never deny the fact that curling up in Alessandro ’s arms and sheet gave me more warmth than I had ever received. Although he had a cold exterior that drove people away from him and an attitude that would make you decide at a glance that he was an annoying prick. He was strict with dealing with the public. He was a no-nonsense man and a disciplined man. Yes, he could be easily photographed as a playboy but in my eyes, he was the perfect man—an alpha male, a guardian, and defender. For the rest of the world, he was an unpredictable and dangerous egoistical billionaire. It was strange and exciting, being tangled in his sheets and arms with a label or anything with a consequence. Since last evening, when he had begun our escapade, I was wondering if I could spend the rest of my life with this man. Don’t ask me why…

“We need to talk, Emory,” Alessandro said suddenly, keeping his eyes on the TV.

“You rejected my call today and then turned your cell phone off. I’d like that to remain the first and last time. This is about your safety. If you’re not in a mood to talk to me, pick up and tell me. Don’t make me do things such as tracking you or calling a search party. If you need to be somewhere with anybody…. Regardless of who, just let me know and save us the extra trouble. You should know be better than…” I stopped in the doorway, fully prepared for an argument, but my plans reverberated in my head. He was right. I shouldn't have went off like that when my insecurities kicked in. I should know him better. I walked over to the bed, allowing the towel I was wrapped in to fall to the floor, facing Alessandro naked. He didn’t even look at me. Fuming with anger, I threw myself onto the bed, turned my back on him, and fell asleep nearly instantaneously. He knew I wanted to take my revenge on Gilbert by myself I just didn’t understand why he was so angry about it.

"Go to sleep baby, it's pretty late." He mumbled against my skin and even though I was unwilling, I felt myself drifting off.

I was woken up by a gentle touch on my c******s. I felt two fingers sliding inside me. Suspended between sleep and wakefulness, disoriented, not sure if this was really happening, I asked,

“Alessandro?”

“Yes?” I heard his sensual whisper right next to my ear.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to get inside you. I’ll go crazy if I don’t,” he said, nearing his hips to mine, his hard c**k resting on my buttocks.

“I don’t want you to.”

“I know,” he said, and impaled me.

He shoved his p***s into my hole, wet with his spit. I moaned, my head snapping back, leaning against his shoulder. We were lying on the side, and his powerful arms snaked around me, tightening. His hips were still, and his hands slowly traced lines across my breasts. With a reverence approaching worship, he touched my body, pinching my n*****s once in a while. His touch woke me up, stoking the passion inside me.

“I need to feel you, Emory,” he said as my hips started to sway gently. “Don’t move.” I was pissed—he woke me up, made me horny, and now was ordering me to lie still like a piece of driftwood.

I slid him out, turning myself over and sitting astride him.

“You’ll feel me now. Deeper and faster,” I said, clasping my hand over his throat.

Alessandro didn’t resist. He gripped my hips with both hands, moving them gently. Even lying beneath me, he had to at least pretend to be in control. I tightened my grip and leaned in toward him.

“I am going to f**k you this time,” I said, starting to rock my ass.

As my c******s rubbed against his belly, I felt the need to feel more. My movements sped up, getting more ruthless and insistent. Alec dug his fingers into my buttocks, painfully, and moaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself and slapped him on the cheek with my free hand, immediately orgasming with incredible intensity. Wracked by spasms of ecstasy, all my muscles tightened, and I froze. Alessandro clutched at me harder, starting to move my hips steadily. A moment later, I felt his finger slipping into my ass and I came again with a loud cry as he pushed himself inside me faster and harder.

“One more time, baby girl,” he whispered.

I lifted the hand that was resting on his torso and slapped his cheek again. I have never orgasmed for so long and so intensely. Alessandro rolled over, throwing me to my back—his d**k never slipping out of me—and knelt. I was exhausted, but I wanted more.

“I’m not going to come,” he said, stopping and lying down. “Besides, we left the condoms back in the car, and I never stop halfway.”

Puzzled, I sent him a look, but I couldn’t see his face in the darkness. I had always treated making him come as a personal challenge, more satisfying than my own orgasms.

“If you don’t want to come, I’ll do it for you,” I decided, shoving his c**k down my throat, keeping my hand wrapped around its base. His breathing grew heavy, and he writhed beneath me. His body told me he was nearly there.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my head so he could control my pace. Alessandro tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me closer to his hips, making me taste his entire manhood.

He started to come, and a wave of his seed flooded my throat. I couldn’t swallow, and it spilled from my mouth. He didn’t seem to care, lost in the ecstasy my lips were giving him. At one point, the grip on my head loosened. His hand slipped off, hitting the mattress. I raised my eyes and licked his belly clean.

“You’re sweet,” I said, lying next to him.

I pressed a button on the remote I found on the night table, making the LEDs under the bed light up, so I could see Alessandro ’s face. He was perfectly still, drilling me with his eyes.

“You’re a pervert, Emory,” he breathed, unable to calm his breath.

“Didn’t your visions have anything s****l about them?” I asked, provocatively licking the remains of his jizz from my lips.

“I often thought about what you were like in bed, but I always f****d you— not the other way around.”

I moved closer to him and kissed his chin, gently stroking his balls.

“That’s just me, you know. Sometimes I like to be in control. But don’t worry. It doesn’t come often. Usually I prefer to be the slave. And I’m not perverted. I’m kinky. There’s a difference.”

“Well, if it doesn’t come too often, I think I’ll allow it. And trust me, baby girl,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “You are perverted, lustful, and—thankfully—mine.”