Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina) novel Chapter 18

Her hands hold my head. "Oh my fuck, you're the best, Daddy. No one can fuck as good as you, sir."

I bury my face in her chest and moan, while fucking her harder

than ever before. She screams louder.

After sometime, she turns around and tightly clenches my cock in her hand. I groan. She strokes my length teasingly slow. "You're so fucking bad, Kol."

I smirk and kiss her. "You're my favorite," I whisper against her lips.

"God, you're too much."

"I know." I plant a kiss on her forehead. "Shall we shower now? We

both could really use one. I also could use a hand with washing my cock."

"Mmm, fine."

"After, I'll make us dinner—as an apology." I smile.

Her hand runs through my hair. "Okay," she says lowly and pecks my lips.

I haul her into a tight embrace. "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you, too."

I release her from my embrace and raise my right hand. "High five?

For being a fucking good girl for me?"

She walks off. "Get your ass in the shower. We need to clean up."

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The next morning, I wake up to the usual, luminous morning light

pouring in through the windows. My body is sheathed with sweat

from the humidity and another hot, erotic dream about the love of

my life. I lift the sheets and glance at my cock. Well, I didn't have a

wet dream. I was more than ready to ask Kat to

clean up the anticipated mess.

As part of the morning routine, I searched for her.

My eyes shift to my side where she would normally be. She's not present.

Fuck.

She's a professional at escaping from my arms, and

I'm not okay with that. I always forgot to teach her a lesson. Probably because her beauty always distracts me.

I sigh.

I sit up in bed and stretch out my limbs, then hop off. Heading down the doorway, while still completely naked with my morning wood twitching, my ears detect sultry sounds.

"Mmm, yes, right there, oh God."

A body shuddering, blood boiling, and pain inducing thought sneaks into my mind. She's not getting fucked by a ghost is she? Fuck, fuck, fuck. That can't be. My blood boils, and my heart

races, as I briskly make my way closer to the sound, in hopes to find the sight.

I arrive in the living room. "Baby." I sigh in relief, and my blood

simmers down.

Her eyes meet mine. She sits completely nude on the couch with a

magazine in her hand. Not just any ordinary magazine, however;

it's the July issue of "Men's Health Las Vegas" that I'm featured on the

cover of, she's holding. I can't help but smile.

Her hand works on her slick folds. "Good morning, sir."

I lick my lips. "Good morning, fuck, I thought you were—"

"What?"

"I thought you were hallucinating or fucking a ghost man, or rather he was eating you out when I heard your moans."

"Oh, Jesus, no."

Her eyes peek at my pulsating morning wood. She licks her lips.

I smirk and walk up to her. My hand cups her throat. "Eyes up here, baby."

She obeys.

I take a moment to admire her face, her eyes, which I get lost in

immediately. "You're so beautiful."

She chuckles and kisses me.

Softly, I moan into her mouth. Then, I pull away from her lips.

"You're lucky I didn't have a wet dream, so I'm not too mad at you

for leaving my bed without my permission this morning."

"Well, I apologize for leaving your bed without permission, Daddy,

even though I pretty much do that every other morning. But, I have

a legitimate excuse this time."

"A legitimate excuse, huh?"

"It's hot and humid as fuck here. I couldn't bear another second

lying in bed drenched in sweat."

"Understandable."

I walk over to the kitchen and open the freezer,

where I collect an ice cube. Returning back to her, I mutter, "You

want to cool off, right?"

"Yes." She licks her lips.

The ice cube situates between my fingers, and the water drips

down. I place the ice on her nipple and swirl it around. My eyes focus on hers. "How does that feel?"

"Refreshing—but I'm more hotter than before." She bites her lip.

"Hotter than before?"

"Mmm-hmm." She softly moans.

I transfer the ice cube to her other nipple, repeating the same action I did previously. After, the piece of ice trails down her

stomach, and it continues to melt. I lean in, and my lips capture her hardened nipple; I gently bite it before sucking.

"Oh, God, fuck," she murmurs.

The ice cube completely disappears and water is left on her skin.

My mouth lets go off her nipple. I cup her throat and kiss her. "The fact you were touching yourself to the magazine I'm featured in."

"I couldn't resist."

"Mmm, aren't you just lucky to have that guy right here in front of

you?" I ask her while pointing at a picture of myself in the magazine.

"Very lucky and blessed, sir."

I smile and grab the magazine from her hand, setting it on the coffee table. My hand replaces hers as I rub her wet folds with my

bare fingertips. Her hand situates on top of mine as I touch her.

"This is my job, okay? There's no need for you to do this on your

own, even though it's pretty fucking hot seeing you touch yourself

for me."

She giggles. "Daddy always gets the job done better and properly."

"That's right, angel." I lick her lips. "You've been craving for my

face buried between your legs, huh?"

"Yes, sir, please."

"Mmm, I'm sorry I didn't eat you out last night right when I first

saw you by my door."

"It's okay." She chuckles. "Right now you have a chance to redeem

yourself."

My lips curve into a smile, and I spread her legs apart. I lower my

face to her inner thigh, where my lips press against her delicate

and soft skin, kissing up north. Before devouring her pussy, my lips

skip to her other inner thigh, where a trail of kisses is given.

Finally, her wet and delicious center receives the well-deserved

attention. I spit on her sex organ to prep. My tongue glides along my

fingertips, wetting them before I sensually attack her clitoris with