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Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection)

TOO HOT FOR DAYLIGHT. READ THIS AT NIGHT, LIGHTS OFF. CAUTION.⛔️⚠️‼️ "Daddy, I've made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me." His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider. "Since you've saved me, it couldn't stop twitching for you. And I don't know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside." He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine. "Fuck," I growled, rolling my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower and my gaze landed on the prettiest reddish tight hole I've ever seen in my goddamn life. My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me. I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy Alpha. I want you." He winced, his nails digging into my biceps. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils and I tightened my tights, feeling a hard bulge between them. "Daddy, devour me already." His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole. ~~~~~ Behind closed doors, rules shatter and hearts unravel. SINFUL AFFAIRS invites you into a world where desire whispers in the dark and every sin feels like salvation. Here, men ache for what they shouldn't touch. They love too hard, crave too deeply, and sin too beautifully. Every story is a confession of hunger, heartbreak, and need. And once you step inside... you'll never want to leave. So, you're welcome to join the kind of sin you'll beg to repeat. Now, if you dare, enter their world and let's see if you can handle the heat.
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Chapter 5

GREGORY's POV

This Omega's eyes widened as they met mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. There was nothing innocent about that gaze, as if I had met him in the field. It stripped me bare, not of my body, but of every layer of control I had built over the years.

I looked away first. I, an Alpha who had faced wars, blood, and betrayal. Yet somehow, I couldn't face the way he looked at my cock. Like he saw through every scar and found something still alive beneath.

He moved closer, and the faint brush of his fingers against the tip of my cock sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't desire that scared me, it was the depth of it.

My pulse roared as his scent filled every corner of my head. The air grew thicker, pulsing between us like a heartbeat.

I tried to tell myself it was nothing. Just a trick of the senses. But my wolf disagreed vehemently. It rose within me with a growl that shook through my chest.

His breath fanned my cock.

My hands trembled slightly at my sides, and I swallowed hard, forcing the beast inside me back into its cage. I don't want this. I don't want to claim anyone.

Even when I know it was his Wolf's instinct pushing him into action.

And yet, when he tilted his face up, his eyes glassy with something I couldn't name, the scent of longing filled my nose like a storm. My control slipped further.

His hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

My hands shot out to stop him but it was too late. His lips brushed the tip of my cock and it sent my hand hanging in the air.

His mouth. It was warm. Tight. Different from the others that I have had.

I moaned as my Wolf stirred hungrily. It's been years. Years of abstinence from whatever was called sex. Even my precious hands didn't do anything as I believed that side of me was dead.

His mouth slowly enclosed the tip of my cock. My head fell backward as my hip jerked forward, pressing my cock further into his mouth.

He coughed, my cock touching the base of his mouth.

My hands trembled before I pulled out of his mouth, his teeth grazing my cock. The pain was sharp. I couldn't move far before he launched back at me, pinning me under him as he sat directly on my hard length.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You are ill." I said gently, hoping he would get back into his senses. His heat needs to calm.

"And what if my body wants it?" That was the question he asked me before his lips crashed against mine again.

This time around, I didn't resist. This was mutual. My Wolf stirred, not too aggressive this time. It was pleased.

We kiss, our tongues diving in and out of each other aggressively, desire closing our senses. He tugged at my neck as his tongue dived deeper, the heat in his body making me writhe underneath me.

Omegas. A male one. Who knew he would be so adorable and pleasuring? I've never had one. Well, they are rare.

"Have you ever had a male Omega?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"No. You will be my first." I replied.

"And the last?" He questioned, his eyes finding something different in my answer.

"I don't know," I said, truthfully. I placed a hand on his chest, in an attempt to push him away, but he moved before I did. "Where are you from?"

"Why don't you have a taste of this Omega before knowing its roots?" He waggled an eyebrow, his boldness daring all of a sudden.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. War was ahead. I shouldn't be so careless. Not with an Omega I knew nothing of. Not by having unnecessary desires but still I can't stop myself.

His gaze held me in place as he started removing his clothes bit by bit until he was completely bare. I breathed deeply and swallowed hard.

"Do you love what you see?" He asked, lying back on me.

I've never been this submissive to anyone. I always took what I wanted but why do I feel so free and effortlessly careful around him?

He fell slowly beside me, pulling me along till I was above him. His hands wrapped around my neck, dragging me almost into his face. I gasped.

"Alpha, I've made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me." His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider.

"Since my eyes fell on you, I couldn't stop twitching for you. And I don't know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside." He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine.

"Hmmm," I growled, rolling my eyes.

His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower and my gaze landed on the prettiest dripping reddish tight hole I've ever seen in my goddamn life.

My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me.

I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs.

"Yes, Alpha. I want you." He winced, his nails digging into my biceps.

I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my thighs, pressing my rock-hard cock between.

"Daddy, devour me already." His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole.

Now, there is no stopping. All I have left to do is to take him and breed him so deeply that he would beg not to leave my clutches ever again.

My tongue slid across the surface of his hole. He moaned. I stopped, a knowing smirk on my face.

"Please, lick my hole again. Your tongue feels so good around it." He begged, his tone pleasing my ears.

"I won't just lick your hole. I will bite it. Nib on it. And make your Wolf regret ever coming out because of me." I growled, inviting my right finger to the surface of his hole.

"Yes..." he winced.

"No," I said. "You must beg me saying 'I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha."

He didn't say anything. He just remained there. His Wolf was no longer in heat. But he had said he wanted to be in heat. So I will put him in heat.

I pressed the tip of my pinky finger into his clenched fist and he moaned shamelessly into the air, arching his back.

"Will you beg now?" I asked, directing my finger upward.

"Yes... I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha." He pleaded and pushed his ass into my face. My tongue slid out, slowly slipping into his dripping hole.

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