Chapter Sixty-Three: Yuck

His taste on the back of my throat is salty; each time I seal my lips on his member, a gagging escapes me.

His hand presses the back of my head deeper into him, choking me; it is only when tears erupt from my eyes that he eases his grip. My pull from his shaft is not dignifying; my saliva and some of his seed hangs from the corners of my mouth.

“Fuck..”

He groans before his hand reaches for me.

I offer my chin so that he may wipe the mess, but instead, his hand holds his shaft that he then proceeds to stroke against my cheek until the white moisture spurting off ceases to flow.

“So can I?”

I ask as my head leans on his shaft. I like the control he gives up when I stroke him—in a sense, men are simple…but I, too, succumb to him when he places me in his mouth.

“Two hours.”

“Two? Alpha, this is the Queen we are discussing; she always has a myriad of activities planned aside from the brunch.”

“I just…. don't like her.”

“Alpha, I sucked your cock for that brunch. I won't drink, and I only