Page 79 of Sweet Torment

When she takes me into her mouth, I have to brace myself using her head to stay upright because my knees go completely weak. Her tongue swirls around the head, her eyes watching my reaction through her lashes. “You taste so fucking delicious, Alpha.” She licks her lips like she means it, her eyes hypnotizing me. Then she pushes two fingers inside herself and moans.

Okay. Her calling me Alpha is my new favorite thing in life. And this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I wish I could capture this moment⁠—

It hits me like a bucket of ice water and my body locks up. The cameras.

Oh fuck. How could I have forgotten? There are cameras everywhere in this house, watching our every move. Watching Bianca naked, watching her spread out on the counter, watching her on her knees...

“Bianca,” I whisper, panic rising in my throat.

She looks up at me, but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. Instead, she starts kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to collect what she finds there.

“Bianca, baby, wait. The cameras.” The words come out strangled as I fight against the dual urges to protect her and to thrust deeper into her mouth.

She looks right to the camera and shrugs. So… did she remember the whole time then?

“If I want to suck my alpha’s cock in the kitchen...” she says softly, her breath hot against my sensitive skin, “Then I’m going to do just that. I don’t care.”

I don’t get long to think about it because she juts forward without warning, taking my entire cock down her throat in one smooth motion. I can feel her lips around the base, her throat constricting around the head. “Christ!” I practically shout, my hands flying to the back of her head.

I let her go to town for about thirty incredible seconds before I gently pull her mouth off me and sink down to the floor with her, trying my damndest to shield her body with mine. My back to the camera, I hover over her. My heart pounds against my ribs.

“Don’t worry about the cameras. Fuck me like you mean it, Freddie.”

I shiver, my cock throbbing at her words. Even as my body screams yes, a voice in my head keeps telling me to stop. But then she reaches between us, wrapping her fingers around my length and guiding me to her entrance, and all rational thought evaporates.

“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to hear it. My restraint is so fragile.

She leans up to kiss me. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, tightening her legs around my waist.

Her wet warmth against the tip of my cock nearly undoes me. I push into her slowly, watching her face as she takes me inch by inch. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parting on a soft moan that I never want to forget. I pull out, then push in with just the tip, teasing us both, savoring the moment. I suck one of her breasts into my mouth, the whole thing, mouthing and biting at her, and she bears down hard. She really likes that.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her nails digging into my back, leaving marks I’ll cherish later.

“I know,” I groan, overwhelmed by the tight, slick heat of her. “So fucking good.”

Better than good. Mindblowing. I push in deeper, feeling her stretch around me and grind against her clit, watching her face transform with pleasure. Then I give her short, soft thrusts that send sparks shooting through me. “Fuck,” she cries.

I swallow her soft little whimpers and lose myself in her completely. I will never be the same. I loved the other times with her but this is different. Intimate and just us. I can take my time, learn her body, watch her face. I want to become an expert on what feels good to Bianca. Because this pliant, sweet, dreamy girl beneath me is my everything.

I reach between us, playing with her clit until her body tightens and she’s getting so close. Her eyes squeeze shut, her back arching.

“Look at me,” I say, needing to connect with her.

Her eyes open wide and lock with mine. She looks like an angel.

“I wanted—I always imagined you would be my first, Freddie,” she whispers and the confession knocks the wind out of me. She would’ve chosen me? Out of all of us?

“I knew you would be so warm and so cozy and so perfect and... I was right. You are.” I kiss her.

The words are gutting as much as they are treasured. I would’ve been so fucking gentle. I would’ve been worthy of her trust.

“You feel like heaven, Bianca,” I tell her, veering away from those thoughts before they consume me. I mean it with every fiber of my being. “Nothing could ever feel as good as you do.”

She clenches around me and it makes my cock pulse inside her.

“You like that?” I ask, slowing my thrusts to a torturous pace, watching her reaction closely. “Like when I tell you how perfect you are? How good you feel around me? How your hot pussy feels like it was personally made just for me?”

“Yes,” she admits, her eyes half-closed with pleasure and her arms wrap around my neck. “Don’t stop.”