Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 141 – Ella Learns to Talk Dirty

Ella

Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t make demands, he simply lets me process the dilemma and keeps me from breaking my skin with my new fangs. His gentle affection gives me the confidence I need, and I shift a bit closer, craving his steady strength.

“Can I please touch you?” I inquire shakily, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Touch me where?” Sinclair replies, his deep ba*s vibrating through my overheated body as his lip quirks up.

I feel as though I’ve been doused in boiling water, and I’m sure he knows it. “Here.” I say, gesturing to the huge hard member between his legs.

“Uh-uh trouble, if you want to do it, you’ve got to give me the words.” Sinclair replies, stroking my spine with his free hand. “It’s just you and me, angel. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Please, Dominic.” I try again, licking my lips, “Can I touch… your c-cock.”

Part of me wishes the floor would open up and swallow me whole, but the member in question pulses as the word leaves my tongue, and I’m amazed to realize that I have such a powerful effect on this man. He holds the entire world in his palm, but one word from me and his body responds

with such pure adoration that I forget my

say a word. When I look up I discover that his eyes are on my face rather than my hand, and when I close my fist around him he has to smother a satisfied groan. I pump my hand up and down the considerable length, loving the way his hands tighten on my body in response. Sinclair hisses in a breath of air, dropping his head to the curve of my neck and kissing my throat, breathing in my scent. “Goddess, I love you.” He mutters, his wolf making the most delightful grumbly sounds of

to my knees, and I’m genuinely shocked when Sinclair goes from tender affection to sudden foreboding. He tangles his huge hand in my hair, pulling my head back, “And just what do you think you’re

use my mouth.”

recall you asking permission.” He answers, arching a skeptical

notch my chin up defiantly, “Can I use my mouth?” I say, but my tone

his head, calling my

pure Alpha power has me shuddering with submissive instinct, and I know exactly what he wants to hear me say. If I wasn’t so drunk on pa*sion I might

the flared tip of his manhood. “Go on then, beautiful.” As I swipe my tongue over a bead of moisture emerging from his slit, I revel in the way I’m able to enjoy being complimented. For so long, comments about my looks only brought my trauma to the surface, but I feel so safe with Sinclair that I’m

with obvious pleasure, and I feel so utterly powerful. It’s one thing when such a formidable being chooses

my lips and tongue up and down his shaft, using every bit of skill I possess to pleasure him. Maybe it’s strange to be so turned on by an act that doesn’t offer me any physical satisfaction, but I love seeing how I affect Sinclair. His grip tightens on my hair, and

barely restrained lust. “Spread that sweet pussy so I can see how wet you

urges me to be brave. It’s what he wants, he’s going to like it even if you’re nervous. Sensing my unease, Sinclair gives me a low purr of encouragement, and I slowly move my hand to my swollen S**, unsure of whether or not I can go through with this. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, and part of me is surprised Sinclair would ask for this. When I finally

hips twitching with the effort of holding himself back. “This is the only time you get to do this. Your pleasure is my

hardness, and he pulses against my tongue, clearly enjoying the vibrations. He’s thrusting into my mouth now, beyond the point of holding back, so I

to grip the base of his cock, squeezing tightly because I know it’s beyond the capacity of my small mouth. I work my tongue over the underside of his length, rocking

to work harder, and I cease touching myself to focus all my energy on him. I surge forward, taking him into my throat and cupping his heavy balls, rotating them between my

“I owed you.” I state smugly, more than a little