Trapped Between Two Alphas

(Annabel POV)

My thighs opened and I reached my arms out to him; he pounced on me without hesitation. I squealed with delight as I felt his warm body pressed up against me. His lips bit into mine and the smell of his cologne made me moan.

"Annabel..." he whispered my name as he kissed my neck and it made me immediately tighten my legs around him. His lips pressed into my collar and down to the soft skin of my breasts, finding their way to my nipples. With both hands he squeezed my breasts together, kissing each in turn and sending shockwaves through me.

"I missed you," I told him. His eyes tore away from my tits and he looked at me with a broad smile. "Me too. Damnit!"

He buried his face in my breasts again, and I laughed. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked when he came up for air.

That was the question, wasn't it? I didn't have an answer for what I wanted; I just wanted.

He crawled up my body until his nose was almost touching mine. He looked me in the eyes and deepened his voice. "I think I'm going to put my mouth on your wet cunt, and taste you until you're shaking on my tongue.”

My pussy clenched hard at his words. My heart was racing and as soon as he said it, I knew in that moment it was all that I yearned for in the world. Somehow "please..." managed to escape my lips even as most of my blood was leaving my head.

He crawled down my body, letting his mouth mark his passage, and trapped one of my nipples between his lips, pinching it, and sending a shiver down my spine and causing my back to arch. When he descended to my soft tummy I felt his arm wrap around me from underneath, holding me tight.

He always know how to electrify me. My breathing grew erratic and shallow. My hands and fingers didn't know where to turn first, desiring to feel his skin, to entangle themselves in his hair, or to touch those parts of myself where he was absent.

Then he reached my legs, and teased my clit by deliberately not kissing it! He sucked on my inner thighs one at a time, drawing closer to my pussy before pulling away.

"Dean!" I whined, which only made him chuckle.

When his hunger to taste me got the better of him, he pushed back my legs, opening me completely to him. I felt that unmistakable mix of satisfaction, relief, and excitement that came with the first contact of his mouth on my clit. My juices mixed with his wet tongue and I felt them trickle down my ass, soaking the bed sheet.

His torso twisted under me to get comfortable between my thighs, and my breathing finally began to stabilize as my initial excitement transformed into a pleasurable trance, my muscles going limp as I focused all my attention on the experience of his tongue working its rhythm. I wove my fingers through his spiky hair.

My other hand rubbed one of my nipples. I was in heaven.

I don't know how long the moment lasted as I lay there being tasted. But soon the pressure began to build deep inside me. And then..

"Dean, oh fuck..."

My fingers that had woven themselves into his hair suddenly constricted, and my hips rocked against his mouth as I fucked his tongue. He reached a hand up and grasped at my tit, kneading it as he pinched my stiff nipple, and the combined sensation sent me over the edge.

"Don't stop ... I'm gonna cum!"

My mouth opened and my eyes squeezed painfully shut as I rode his mouth, spreading my juices all around him. I must have howled because my throat felt raw by the time I was finished. "Slutty fucking. Mother of all that is holy, I needed that..." I loosened the vice grip of my thighs around my husband's head and exhaled as I came down from my orgasm

"Hmmmmm" I heard the hum of his reply.

He didn't leave; his mouth still held fast to me, his tongue poised to torment my overly sensitive clit. I looked down at him with my vision still a blur, but when our eyes met I saw the mischief he had planned.

"Dean." I warned, but he only closed his eyes in response, as though savouring an exquisite delicacy. His tongue lapped at my clit again, sending repeated shockwaves throughout my body, and a pleading mewling sound from my lips. I tried to move my legs to push him off, but they only held on to his head more tightly, as though allied to him and his intentions.

"Fuck, oh don't you fucking stop!" I gasped as he drew another orgasm out from me as I spasmed on my matress. It felt amazing, and it almost hurt, and I loved it. Dean had amazing stamina, and if I didn't stop him now, he'd lick my pussy all day until I was just a puddle on the floor. As tempting as that was, I needed something else from him.

"I need your cock inside me right now.” I tried to sound authoritative and commanding... I don't know if that's how I came across. Still, he pushed himself up and drew himself upon my body, kissing me on the mouth as his weight pressed against me. His cock pushed against my sopping wet opening and slid in effortlessly.

"Oh you feel amazing,” he said as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His motion was slow and deliberate... he was always like that: he knew exactly what I wanted, but made me wait for it, work for it. I gripped the back of his neck with both hands, and used my elbows to squeeze my tits together for him.

That did it! He started to pick up the pace at my lascivious display, slamming into me with wet slaps that echoed all over the house.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I encouraged in rhythm with his thrusts. "Fuck. Me. Just. Like. That!"

My hands released his neck and grabbed hold of the sheets around me, clasping them as my body arched with the next ecstatic release. No sooner had I cum that he pulled out and dove again between my legs to lap up my juices during my afterglow. I writhed under his tongue, relishing the agonizing sensation. But I knew I could not take it for long. I sat up and drew him to me and kissed him deeply. "Get on your back," I ordered, "it's my turn.”

He plopped down on his back and nestled between his legs, holding his cock: smooth, veiny skin over a steel hard shaft glistening wet with my essence. I took him in my mouth and admired the way his eyes rolled back as I did so. He moaned desperately as I cupped his balls in one hand and slid my lips up and down the length of him. I pressed my thumb against the base of his cock, making it grow even harder.

"Babe, you're so good at that!" he groaned.

"Hmmmgfhg" I mumbled in response, suddenly feeling like the powerful one while he was at my mercy. I pumped his shaft with my hand as I sucked him. Every once in a while I would give his balls a firm squeeze, which always rewarded me with a satisfying groan from him. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. Any moment now. So I pulled my head up and released my seal around him with a pop. "How do you want to cum?"

"Oh..." he tried to explain, "I think..." he tried but couldn't finish his sentence.

"Better answer quick,” I threatened as I stroked him, "or all you're getting is my hand. Or is that what you want, you filthy boy?"

He somehow found his strength and answered, "I want to cum inside you."

"Oh yeah? You want to feel yourself cum in my mouth?”

"No, your pussy!" He begged. "Ride me and make me cum!"

He didn't have to ask me twice. I jumped on him and pushed my palms into his chest as I spread my legs again. I enveloped him with my pussy and bounced my ass on top of him.

His arms and hands had taken on a life of their own. They grabbed my tits, then both of my ass cheeks, then grabbed hold of my hips, but I ultimately was in charge now. I took both of his wrists and pushed them over his head onto the pillow, which stretched me along his body so that my tits were again at his mouth.

"Annabel, I." It felt amazing when I gagged him with my breast, and he took my nipple between his lips. His body stiffened all over, and I felt his lips press together hard on my nub. "MMMGGFGghhh...I" He never had the chance to finish his sentence before it devolved into a mass of grunts and passionate cries. I felt his cock harden even more as he spilled himself inside me.