Chapter 137: The Don’s Walking Perfection (18+)

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[Lorenzo Castelli]

So perfect that Lorenzo had forced himself to stop wearing his gloves when he touched Alex as Lorenzo saw even that as some sort of disrespect to the one he loved.

Then he leaned down, dragging his tongue in one long, slow stripe through it all, from the base of Alex’s balls up to his fluttering rim, savoring the sweet heat that belonged solely to him.

Alex trembled beneath the first pass, a broken sound muffled into the shirts, and Lorenzo did it again, slower this time, pushing his tongue inside and sucking at the rim with open, hungry thoroughness while the sounds filled the dark room.

"Christ," he murmured against the slick skin, his voice filled with pure delight. "You’re soaking the nest, beautiful. Taste how wet you are for me, your body is desperate, you’re dripping like you’re in heat... and you still pretend you’re not. So sweet, I could spend forever between these thighs and never get tired of it."

He continued licking, sucking, and pushing his tongue deeper while Alex trembled, quietly crying into the nest, the last threads of pride and embarrassment flickering against the overwhelming pleasure of being opened and tasted like this.

Only when the omega shook too hard to remain still did Lorenzo finally rise behind him, wipe his mouth with the back of one hand, and align himself.

The first thrust was deep and he pushed in with a smooth roll of his hips until he was fully buried, the warmth of Alex’s body fluttering around him in frantic welcome.

He stayed there, grinding in possessive circles while one hand tightened in Alex’s hair and the other held that wrist down. Alex cried out into the nest at the sudden fullness, the sound high and broken, and Lorenzo relished it with satisfaction.

"There... take it. Feel how perfectly you stretch around me. You were made to hold me like this, this hole is meant to take my knot and my cum."

He began to move, his thrusts were deep, hard, relentless...just like he knew Alex secretly liked being fucked.

Each thrust drawing out wet, filthy sounds from where they were joined, he watched as the slick coated his thighs, dripping down onto the nest with every withdrawal.

The pace quickened, the force rocking Alex forward into the shirts, while Lorenzo kept him exactly where he wanted him, his dark hair pulled just tight enough to make him arch his back and maintain eye contact over his shoulder.

"Listen to you now... crying and begging. What happened to all that fight, tesoro? Does it feel that good to be held down and filled? My perfect, strong, filthy omega. I’m going to fill you up again. Keep you locked and dripping until it takes. You’re going to look so gorgeous, swollen with my pup."

A firm smack landed on one side of Alex’s ass when he tried to push back too eagerly, the loud crack echoing through the wet sounds of skin, and Lorenzo followed it with a deeper thrust that drew a fresh cry from the omega’s throat.

"M--more... Alpha. I...I want more." Alex sobbed, "Go faster, Lorenzo...please!"

"So greedy, stay still and take what I give you."

Alex was crying openly now...from overstimulation, from intensity, from how he loved the feeling being used so completely and how much his body kept welcoming more and Lorenzo didn’t slow down.

He praised the tears instead, his voice dropping into a darker, more intimate tone as he continued to thrust hard and deep.

"Don’t hide those tears from me, tesoro... they’re beautiful. Every single one shows me how completely you’re mine at this moment. I’m going to keep you like this for days—open, full, shaking. Every time you think you can’t take anymore, I’m going to remind you that you can... and that you will."

The knot began to catch on every thrust, swelling thicker, and Lorenzo’s rhythm became deeper and more punishing, the hand in Alex’s hair pulling just enough to keep him arched while the other held that pinned wrist.

"Feel that? That’s going to lock us together again. I’m going to pump you so full you’ll feel me every time you move tomorrow. And you’re going to thank me for taking good care of you when you’re all better, aren’t you?"

Alex’s answer came out broken and wet, more of a sob than words, but the shape of "yes, Alpha" was clear enough.

Lorenzo reached under him, stroking him in time with his thrusts, refusing to let him tip over until his cries shifted into desperate sobs, muscles in that trembling body tightening with the need to come.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low and unwavering. "Right now. Squeeze around your alpha while I fill you."

Alex shattered with a broken, wet cry, clenching hard around him in long, helpless pulses, and the Alpha followed almost instantly, slamming in as deep as the swelling knot would allow, locking them together with a final grind as the first hot pulses of cum flooded into Alex’s already dripping heat.

He stayed draped over the omega’s back, breathing heavily, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other slid possessively over his lower stomach, fingers spread as if already guarding what he planned to put there.

"Good... that’s it," he murmured against Alex’s damp skin, nosing and licking at the temporary mark, scenting him heavily until their combined scent filled every breath. "Take every drop. Stay open for me, I’ve got you."

He made Alex thank him once more, soft and wrecked, while the aftershocks coursed through the trembling body beneath him.

Then he simply held him there in the dark, locked deep inside, weight settled possessively over his back, murmuring quiet praise mixed with darker promises against his skin while the second wave began to fade into an exhausted stillness.

Alex was quietly crying into the nest, completely spent, the last threads of sarcasm thoroughly fucked out of him for the moment.

Lorenzo remained exactly where he was knotted, draped over him, hand still warm against his stomach...feeling the depth of his own love and obsession settle heavier and more absolute with every soft, broken sound that escaped his omega’s throat.