Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King

Chapter 99: 0099

Lorelei POV

For a long moment, I simply stared at his slightly hardened cock in his hand. I knew he was big. I mean, he had already been inside me twice before, but seeing it again this close still made my face heat up. I desperately wanted to look away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Why was it even so close to my lips?

Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, Kaelen seemed to grow even more frustrated. Without warning, he reached for my hand and wrapped it around his length.

"Does this feel gay to you?" he demanded.

My lips pressed tightly together as I felt him harden even more beneath my touch.

"Look at how hard I’m getting," he continued. "Can a gay man get this hard from being touched by a woman?"

I mean, who knew? I couldn’t read his thoughts. For all I knew, he could still be thinking about Darius right now.

Even as that thought crossed my mind, my hand absentmindedly continued to move over his heavy cock, slowly stroking from the thick base to the swollen head.

He felt so warm and solid beneath my palm, the veins becoming more pronounced as he grew fully erect in my grip. The weight of him made my stomach flip and my toes curl.

Suddenly, I heard Kaelen’s breath hitch, and his hips jerked forward, pressing himself more firmly into my hand, making me stop.

When I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his, I found his amber eyes had darkened with need, making my face burn even hotter.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice rough and strained.

Should I keep going? I wondered. It really had been a while.

Before I could overthink it, I tightened my grip around him and slowly started moving my hand again, testing the pace.

Kaelen’s breath hitched sharply at that.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

I kept going, gradually settling into a steady rhythm as I watched his jaw clench and his eyes slowly flutter shut.

His lips parted with a quiet exhale, but apparently it wasn’t enough because, the next second, his hand suddenly came up to the back of my head. His fingers threaded through my messy blonde hair before tightening their grip.

"Use your mouth," he said.

"What?" I blurted.

Before I could fully process what he had said, he was already nudging the swollen head of his cock against my lips. A bead of precum smeared across my bottom lip, and my heart slammed against my ribs as his grip on my hair guided me forward.

"See it as punishment for having such absurd thoughts," he said. "Open that pretty mouth of yours."

Thankfully, this wasn’t my first time doing something like this, so it didn’t feel completely unfamiliar. I at least had a little experience.

Slowly, I parted my lips, letting the thick head slide into my mouth.

He let out a low groan as I took him in, my lips stretching around him as he pushed a little deeper.

"Fuck," he muttered, his grip tightening in my hair. "That’s it."

I started moving slowly, giving myself time to adjust to his size. My tongue slid along the underside of him as his hips twitched, and I felt him pulse against my tongue.

"Why are you so good at this?" he asked.

Meanwhile, I was practically fighting for my life just trying to take all of him, but I only managed to make it halfway.

Why did he have to be so big?

Those words made me shoot him a glare through watery eyes, but his response was to push another inch deeper, making me gag around his thickness.

"Easy there," he whispered, his voice gentler than before. His fingers massaged my scalp as he loosened his grip on my hair, pulling back just enough to let me catch my breath.

Saliva glistened on my lips and along his cock as I gasped softly.

But that brief moment of relief lasted only a few seconds before he guided me forward again, much slower this time. He let me take him at my own pace while still controlling the depth with the firm hand tangled in my hair.

I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along every vein, determined to wipe that smug question out of his head. He groaned again, rolling his hips into shallow thrusts as wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

It didn’t take long for his breathing to become more frantic, his thrusts growing rougher and more uneven as he chased the edge.

Just when I thought he was about to spill into my mouth, he suddenly pulled out completely, pressing his thumb firmly over the tip of his throbbing cock to hold himself back.

"Lie back down," he said.

I blinked up at him in confusion, my lips swollen and glistening while my chest rose and fell with every breath.

"Why?" I couldn’t help asking. For a man who had been so close to finishing, wouldn’t it make more sense if I just continued?

"Because," he said, his voice strained, sounding like he was barely holding himself together. "I can’t let a single drop of this go to waste. I need to finish inside you."

My stomach flipped hard at his words.

Before I could even respond, he gently pushed me back onto the bed, his body following as he climbed over me.

"Spread your legs for me," he whispered near my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin while his other hand had already settled on my flat stomach, slowly caressing it. "You still have to carry my heir, remember."

Wait... he was actually serious about that?

He really wanted me to carry his child.

Unbelievable.

I didn’t even get the chance to say anything before his hand slipped past the waistband of my loose shorts, tugging them down together with my panties in one smooth motion.

Cool air brushed over my exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his palm as he cupped me between my thighs.

His fingers slid through my slick folds, finding me embarrassingly wet.

"Already soaked," he murmured, sounding almost satisfied as he gave me a look that made me immediately turn away in embarrassment.

Without warning, two of his fingers slid inside me, stretching me open while his thumb circled my clit, forcing a gasp from my lips.

He pumped his fingers in and out a few times, curling them at just the right angle until my breathing turned ragged. Then he slowly withdrew them and replaced them with the thick head of his cock.

He rubbed it slowly up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness before pressing forward. With one slow, relentless thrust, he sank deep inside me.

A soft moan slipped past my lips. It had been so long that I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be completely filled by him.

His hands settled firmly on my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me three times with hard, deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak beneath us.

On the third thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could and came with a low, restrained groan.

The warm rush of his release spread deep inside me, heat blooming through my core. I gasped at the sensation, my walls instinctively tightening around him as he kept me pinned in place.

Before I could even catch my breath, he lifted my hips off the bed, angling them higher while remaining fully buried inside me.

"There can’t be a single leak," he said, looking down at where we were joined. "Every drop has to stay inside."