The supreme alpha's possession

Chapter 3: One night stand

s*x without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go it's pretty damn good- Woody Allen

Alexandria's pov

My back slammed hard against the wooden door, and his lips locked with mine. Moving and draining all of my ability to process thoughts. I moaned in him, allowing his tongue to work up more sounds out of me. How did it come to this? He was screwing my mouth with his tongue and I can’t think straight. This is new. The last I checked, men shouldn't be able to work my body and brain at the same time. I'm thrummed with desire, and I can't process how we got to this point.

All I recall is getting into his car, telling each other our names, and him asking me if I would like to feel his tongue f*****g my lips. I don’t know which lips he was referring to, but I’ve got no problem with either. The gravel of his tone had been so hot it burned every resistance I had. How could I not invite him in.

He inclines his head to the left and twirls his tongue with mine. Bringing my appendage into a dance, then completely owning it. I let him dominate my mouth. Surrendering it him, letting him take the lead, although I doubt I had a choice in this matter. He tastes like vodka and something else. Something addicting that I'm sure is purely his. I need more of that flavor. I grind my lower half with him, feeling the hardness of his shaft glide against my panty-less vulva. s**t!

I'm probably soaking up the front of his pants. I've never been more worked up in my life. Who is the man? What is doing to my body?

I know what he's not doing, f*****g me that’s what. I can feel him, my goodness he’s big. I can only imagine what that’ll do to me. Should I beg? I've never pleaded for someone. Whoever he is, a beta, zeta, or omega, I know I'm in for the wildest ride of my life.

He pulls his lips back; I used this chance to take in a sharp gush of breath. Fueling my empty lungs, I had forgotten air was a necessity. “Damn, angel you taste so f*****g good.” we chuckled breathlessly. The air had a bit of playfulness around us. This isn’t what I want. We shouldn’t be acting so comfortable. I want hit, I want fire, I want to be numbed out of what's right and what's wrong. Not to laugh as though we've been married for years.

Especially when I won't be seeing this guy for....well ever.

His hazel-nut brown eyes stare into mine as he brings himself down to his knees. My breath hitches, I bit my bottom lip as he moves my dress to the side. His eyes drop down for a second before returning. He inhales deeply. For just a brief moment, I felt like the queen of sexiness. The desire in his eyes can make any woman feel that way.

“I am an honest man, Alex~” my ears burn and a shiver runs down my spine. My name should not be said like that. I gulped. He moves one of my legs over his shoulder and grips onto my thigh. My head tips back, he flattens his tongue over my clit, and pulls the flesh into his mouth. Sinking his teeth into it, then sucking on it. My spine arches as a mixture of sweet pain and pleasure moved me. I've learned from his kissing skills that he knows how to use that appendage of his. This man knows what he's doing.

He plays with my clit for a minute, making it extra sensitive, before slipping his tongue down and into me. I think he knows my body better than I do because he doesn’t do it slow, his tongue f***s me at a fast and rough pace. My lips part and a string of moans slip out. I didn’t try to stop them. It feels so good.

“Aahh. Noah, oh my f**k!” my body burns from the pleasure he was giving me.

I have a tall, tanned, handsome walking-s*x-God, kneeling by the door of my house and f*****g me with his tongue. Oh, f**k! This is what I needed. He's the wet dream come true. I felt something rub at my clit while his appendage moves at a vigorous pace. Realization dawns on me that his fingers are playing with a part that is so sensitive. I reach down, shoving my hands into his dark curls, gripping them, and pushing his head closer. I should worry about the death grip I have on his hair but he doesn't complain.

He pulls his tongue out and replaces it with three of his thick fingers. “Oh, my f*****g god~”

“No god here baby, just me,” he says hoarsely. "You should see yourself. So f*****g lewd, it's too much of a pretty sight."

I laughed a bit before a loud moan cut it short. The pleasure filling my body is too intense. A knot forms in my stomach, I can feel myself reaching the end. Shoot, I've never c*m this fast.

“mm... stop, I don’t want to come now.” he retracted his finger, returning his tongue to where it had been.

He chuckled, I felt the vibrations go through me. He's not listening. “Aah... Uh... f**k it, I'm coming!” I warned, he didn’t pull back. Drinking in my essence while still thrusting into me. He hollowed his cheeks creating great suction and I felt ultra-sensitive. Shaking and convulsing against the door. I slumped, my back making a loud smack from coming in contact with wood. My vision was dizzy with pleasure.

I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up by the thigh around his neck. I slowly came down from my high, and he released my p***y from his mouth. Then he got up to his feet, placing my thigh back on the floor. I was still catching my breath, when he turned me around, pressing my face against the metal of the door.

What a gentleman, making sure I hit my first release before the main course. Damn, if I wasn't against commitment, I might have just married him.

I tilted my head to the side; a smile graced my face. s**t, he’s going to rail me hard; I just know it. I have no idea what type of beta or omega he is but f**k that, he’s hot and hard against me. That's all that matters. I mewled when I heard the sound of his pants coming undone. He pushed my hair to the side, putting that perfect mouth on my nape. Then biting down to leave a hickey. I normally wouldn't allow this, but he can do whatever he wants.

“Oooohh....mmm noah~” that felt so nice. Almost like he was soothing me for what was to come. My dress hunches up above my ass, and a smack lands on my left cheek. My head falls back on his shoulders and he grabs a hand full of my ass and spreads it. I didn’t have to wait long before feeling the fat tip of his head push into me. I opened my mouth to tell him that I'm not made of glass, that I don't need to be treated like a frail diamond, when he thrust in fully. The loud smack echoed around the walls of my home, and we both groaned.

I hope the old couple next-door doesn’t hear this because I don’t think I can keep my voice down. Noah pulls out, only to thrust back in harder. He set a hard, rough pace, his hips smacking against mine.

“You’re so f*****g wet. I bet I can make you c*m a second time,” he says as he switches his angle, finding my g-spot almost instantly, like he was program to know where it was, and abusing it with every brutal thrust of his d**k. His tip slammed into it, causing a ragged almost animalistic moan to rumble out of my chest.

My body buzzes as pleasure fills my senses. I do not doubt that he can- oh f**k he’s not wearing a condom! I can’t even pretend to care. I focused solely on the hard shaft making a mess out of my p***y right now. I shouldn't be letting this one man get away with so much.

The only sound that can be heard is the sound of skin smacking on the skin and loud moans and grunts of pleasure.

I feel like this is what I've been missing all my life. He brings a hand up to my chest and yanks on the straps, forcing them to slip off my shoulders. The same hand gropes and caresses my breast, teasing the n*****s every now and then. I reach around digging into his hair and pulling hard on it. My fingernails scratch his scalp. He lets out a deep groan, one that turned me even more. I love hearing how hot he feels for me. It's a new want, but, I need more of his sounds.

He's so dominant, so in charge. And I f*****g love it. I don't have to do anything but enjoy it.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

I nodded my head, my eyes rolling to the back in pure ecstasy. I deserve a medal for being able to process that question. Seeing as my braincells have fried out.

“Let me hear. Tell me, does that feel good?” he grunts, punctuating each word with a heavy thrust.

“Yes. Goddamnit-” I swallowed hard. My lashes fluttering.

He runs his free hand down, using it to once again play with my clit sending me right on the edge of a second climax. He knows my body better than I do, I repeat. Spots danced around my vision. I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, this feels so good~

His fingers pinch my clit and right n****e at the same time while spearing the head of his c**k into my pleasure spot. My body convulses as my orgasm racks through me. He drove into me roughly again and again. Prolonging my climax.

His growl reverberates on my shoulder blade. He pulls out suddenly and pushes me down to my knees. He grabs my head and bends it back; I watch as his fist works himself to his peak. The sight is impeccably hot, that’s the only way my dazed brain can explain it. Noah has his eyes staring down at me, I felt so small and yet so good, the smile on his face is both charming and seductive. A thin line of sweat runs down his face, he bites on his bottom lip and grunts a command.

“Open wide.” I follow this in a heartbeat. Parting my lips, my eyes slide shut as he shoots his release into my mouth. He groans, feeding me every last drop until he's done. I swallow down the thick substance. Getting his taste on my tongue, he has salty tang and I don’t mind it at all.

My body feels limp and numb. s**t, he really f****d me hard. I felt him sweep me into his arms, his strong sturdy arms. I'm still trying to catch my breath; I doubt I can form a cohesive sentence. So, he’ll have to find my room by himself. And he does.

Noah places me gently on the soft mattress of my bed. I can smell myself on the pillows.

“I should wash you up...” he says after a moment of silence.

“I just wanna sleep, you f****d everything out of me. Glad I gave you a shot.” I teased, the laugh I got in return was worth it. It's more friendly than I'm used too but somehow that's alright. I'll probably come to regret this someday. I snicker, who regrets a great f**k?

“Alright,” soft lips press against my forehead and hum. I feel at peace, with an ache between my legs “You get some rest, and I'll clean you up.”

I giggled, succumbing to the soft whisper of sleep.

This turned out to be a really good night.