(SASHA)
It only takes seconds to pull his pants off. He looks up at me and in all honesty, I'm enjoying the view below me. His blown eyes, his swollen pouty lips.
My slacks are still on. I crouch over him and my belt jangles. I run my hands softly over the swell of his belly as my cock throbs in my underwear. His moans are music to my ears. He strokes himself, spreading his pale thighs open for me.
"Take me, alpha. Take what you want." He mumbles, pressing his heels into the bed and lifting his hips. "I want you. I need you."
I stroke his thighs lightly and circle the rim of his hole before I dip my finger in. I feel his slick. It tells me he's primed just right. He is so fucking slippery and ready. When he moans at my touch again, I get off my pants and underwear real fast and kick them off, my gaze never leaving his.
"I was only going to give you my bite, Tyler." I cover his body with mine. "You made me do this. This is your fault."
