The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty two

Gilbert's POV

The twist in my pants was driving me crazy. Emory's teases and foreplay were driving me nuts. When I thought my d**k was going to expose she took pity on me and finally undid my zipper. My erection sprang forth the second she took down my pants and briefs.

Damn! Her soft tiny fingers on the skin of my c**k were heavenly and a height I obtained whenever I was with her. I'd been f*****g Jenny for years and not once did her fingers made me feel this good. Emory wrapped her fingers around my c**k and ran her hand through my length, taking her time to put more attention on my cap. It didn't last up to a minute before I started pouring out the precum. I hissed out frustratingly, and latched my hand into her tresses and lowered to the direction of my standing prick. She fluttered her eyes up and stared at me through her thick, long lashes, and with a smug smile on her face, she took mercy on me and slurped me wholly into her mouth like wet noodles.

Her mouth was sinful and everything but ordinary. Her tongues were soft, just like the inside of her cheeks and anytime she licked me or held me with her lips I would feel my life shattering before my very eyes. I saw stars.

"Faster" I howled, yanking her hair like a horse rider and like an obedient horse, she obeyed my command and picked up the pace. She was bobbing her head up and down my d**k, her saliva acting as a lubricant. She moved her mouth to my cap and began drawing imaginary lines on my tip using her tongue while one of her hands shot up to clutch my balls before moving up a bit to hold down the bridge of my d**k. Her mouth and hand were moving around me, at the same time and with the same pace, and to hell with me if that didn't push me to the edge.

"yeah like that… f*****g mother…. f**k! Argh," I exclaimed unintelligibly. Her lips were cold but her palm was warm and the combination of them was what you get when you chew the first bite of pancake in honey syrup. My fingers instantly laced tightly in her hair and I pushed her mouth further into my d**k until she gagged "Yeah, f*****g b***h! Choke on it. " I said between her thrusts. She raised her head and looked at me from between her lashes as if daring to be prepared for what was to come but I ignored her warning glare.

"f**k" I hissed when I felt my juice start to boil and about to spill outside the seam of my mouth. I dragged her head off my prick just when I was about to have my orgasm. It was too quick! I pulled her up and took two long strides backward, with my hand at her back moving her with me until her back slammed a wall, using my hand to act as a pillow at the back of her head. I slammed my lips against her roughly and began to kiss her like my life depended on it. It was nothing close to passionate —pure lust eluded both of us and pushed us to our brink.

"Take off your clothes," I told her, after parting our lips. I needed air. I felt like I was punched in my windpipe. "Take your clothes off, Emory, '' I repeated breathlessly.

She didn't budge; she just stood and stared at me lustfully.

"I hate it when my others are defiled or delayed, Emory. f*****g take your clothes off"

" I won't! If you want me to be naked then you could do yourself the honors right?"

"Emory!" I called out a warning. She was pushing me. Nobody dared defile my orders. not the women I f****d at least.

"You don't want to defile my orders again, Salvatore"

"What do you do to people that defile your orders, Frenchwood?" My eyes widened at her name choice for me. How did she know that name? I was about to ask her when I figured it must be her sorry-ass brother's handiwork. The prick!

"I punish them!" I answered.

"Then punish me." She said with a stern voice and face. She was dangerously sexy.

"Oh, I will show you. I will f*****g punish you until your legs refuse to walk and that little cougar cunt of yours goes numb" I threatened but she smirked.

"My cunt is everything but little and it might take more than you think to make my legs grow weak" she replied smugly.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Hmm-hmm" she nodded.

"You're sure your cunt ain't little?"

"You can see for yourself…"

"Strip!" I commanded and she obeyed. Taking her clothing off. One at a time. Her coat and shawl had earlier been discarded so she started this time with her blouse, spending more than the needed time to undo her buttons. She removed her pants and gush, she wasn't wearing panties. She intentionally widened her leg, making the little man between my legs jump in appreciation. " Come here" I gently said, which surprised me. I'd never been calm with a woman I commanded to strip. I didn't tell them to 'come' I pulled them to me. But why was I acting with a high schooler with butterflies in his stomach? Why were my senses defaulting?

'What are you doing to me, Emory Salvatore?' I thought. I looked back at her and my d**k twitched and doubled in size.

"Come " I snared again but Emory didn't budge.

"Don't make me" I began to say but she cut me off.

"Make me" she retorted. Without any other fuse, I took small steps toward her. For every step I took toward her, she took two backward until her back touched a wall. Perfect! Not what I had in mind, but this would do! Vigorously, I crashed my lips to hers. Our tongues soon engaged in a quest for control and dominance—a battle for who was stronger and more powerful. She eventually succumbed, giving me total and optimum control of pace and vigor. Once out of breath, I broke apart from her lips and after drawing a nostril full of air, I attacked her neck and then her earlobe, down to her chest—all over her chest. I returned my lips back to her mouth while my hand tugged at the pin on her bra and undid them. Ample perky breast with pink areola greeted me immediately. I took the straps of the bra off her shoulders. Emory's fingers strolled around my back before it finally launched on my member, gently tugging my p***s but strong enough to make me almost c*m. I closed my eyes.

"Emory" I breathed out wordlessly. I opened my eyes and my vision was blurry. My enemy's sister who was by the virtue of their blood ties, my enemy, took away my vision in such a simple manner. Guiding one of my hands through the length of her bare legs, I used the other one to cup her left breast and gave it a heavy squeeze. Making her moan in response and that sound alone did a million things to my insides that I could not explain. Slowly but intentionally, I clasped my mouth around her right breast and sucked hungrily on her n*****s, using one hand to guide more breasts into my mouth as my other hand continued to pinch her n*****s.

"Damn! …..fucking hell!" She screamed

"Say my name," I commanded, tugging her n*****s harder. "Say my name, b***h! Or I'll stop"

"No. No. No.no.no… don't f*****g stop"

"Then say my name"

"Gilb…" Before she could say my name, I forcefully crashed my mouth on her p***y. Licking and sucking the juice that streamed down her natural wine bottle. The only wine that got me high and floating. "Oh. My. God." She scrambled for words when I inserted my d**k into her c**t and slammed hefty thrusts in her p***y. " Harder. Faster," she begged breathlessly. "f**k yes… yes. Yes. Yes." Emory joyously announces "aaaaaaaargh."

"Call me Daddy" I demanded

"Da..d. dy" she whimpered out in a shaky breath. Not just her breathing, but everywhere in her body was shaking.

"Don't c*m" the word was barely out of my mind before I felt her walls clench and tighten around my member. "Don't f*****g…"

"Aaaaaargh" she groaned loudly as she came rigorously on my d**k, some pouring on the ground.

"Look, you just made a mess. I'm afraid you'll have to clean them and get punished again, for a king a mess" I stated categorically with a smirk. Things were about to get pretty hot.