Chapter 29: Pleasure

It was finally dinnertime. Althea took a quick shower, toweled herself off, and exited the bathroom. She exhaled deeply and exhaled again. The dress and heels she was supposed to wear tonight were on the bed. The dress is a dark red that reaches her body below her knees, and it is paired with black heels. She put on the dress and heels, double-checking herself before heading out.

Allan is already waiting for her outside the car. Althea approached him slowly, not wanting to trip because she was not used to wearing heels. Her blush increased as she noticed her mate staring at her with hunger as if he was about to steal her dress.

"You look lovely, sweetie," He said.

"Th-thank you," Amelia stutteringly said.

"Let's go inside the car," Allan said, dragging her in with his hand on her waist.

They had been sitting in silence inside the driving car until Althea noticed Allan's hands were bruised.

"What happened to your hands?" she questioned. When Allan saw her worried expression, he smirked.

"Why do you ask? You care about me, sweetie?" he asked, his voice deep and playful.

"Care? for you? Of course, you're my mate, and I'm concerned about you; how did you get that bruise?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just a bruise, sweetie, don't worry I'm fine as long as you're with me," he said, staring at her.

Althea averts her gaze as she notices her cheeks turning red.

"You look cute when you blush," Allan smirked at her.

They arrived at the restaurant after 20 minutes. Their car is parked outside, and the driver helps them open the door. Allan got out first and offered her his hand as she took it, assisting her in getting out of the car. Then, as they walked inside, he drew her closer to him.

"Good evening, may I take your reservation?" inquired the man. "Oh, Mr. Allan, then this way sir," the man said as he led them to their table. "Your waitress will arrive shortly; in the meantime, enjoy our finest wine," the man said.

"So, what do you think of this place?" Allan inquired.

"It looks lovely, but it's just not my kind of place," she explained.

"Really? And what kind of place is your favorite?" he inquired.

"I like simple places like near the beach; I remember going there with Anthony when we had the time; we would order tacos, drink beer, watch the sunset, and just talk about everything we could, and the" she stopped talking in the middle of her sentence realizing what she had just said was too much, and he was angry by the look on his face.

"So you remember everything?" he asked, his voice dark.

"No, I just remember having a best friend named Anthony," she explained.

"Is that all?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Yes, why? Do I need to remember something important?" she wondered, perplexed by his response.

"No, I'm just asking sweetie, let's drink," Allan said, abruptly changing his tone.

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Allan and Althea exchanged a glance before their mouths were against each other and their urge was at its peak. As he drew the shirt up and ran a finger down her slit, his hand carelessly drifted over her ass. She pushed her tongue out as she drew away from him, and he managed to grab the back of her head, pulling her into another raging kiss.

"Are you going to make things better with that mouth, sweetie?" he asked, taking a step back.

A mischievous smirk emerged on her lips as she reached for his hardness, his throbbing hardness, with both palms over his pants.

She pushed her knees back and dipped down, trying to hold the top of his pants.

"I'm going to warn you, my mouth might just wreck you," Allan said quietly, making her blush. He approached her and used his finger to open her mouth before kissing her. "Wreck me," she said, leaning back against the bed.

She lowered her head and pulled down his pants, revealing his aroused c*ck in front of her, which she wrapped her small hand around. Her warm lips brushed up against the tip of his shift before racing down his entire length.

Her hungry mouth begged for a taste, and she got it. Her hands stroked his thick manhood before twirling her tongue and quickly slipping the tip of it into her mouth. She could feel the tension leaving his body as he shifted and reached for her hair.

"Ohh, f*ck," he said, trying to bury his c*ck in her mouth.

Althea choked for the right reasons as she devoured his length down her throat and then drew away. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from her lips, which she licked it.

"Can you cum in my mouth?" she asked, her lashes flapping at him, holding out hope for a yes.

"You don't have to ask." He tried to push her head back down, his throbbing c*ck filling and squeezing her jaw muscles. "Your lips feel so good sealed around my c*ck, wet and moist just like when I'm f*cking your tight p*ssy," he said, growling deep and feral. Althea worked hard to make him happy. Her clit raged, begging for it, and all she wanted was for him to ram into her p*ssy the same way he did her mouth.

He fisted and yanked on her hair, forcing her to look at him while her tongue was enclosed around his c*ck. He let out a breathy growl as his balls clamped in her grip and the thick sensation coated her throat, trying to dribble from the sides of her mouth as she tried to lick every drop of his cum.

His throbbing subsided, and she gathered herself, swallowing the remaining amount of his release.

"Come here," he said, and she did. She climbed over his lap, her breathing quickening as he pinched her nipples before smacking them. Her p*ssy clenched, as did the rest of her body.

He grabbed one of her breasts and lunged at it, drawing her nipple between his razor-sharp teeth. She winced and jerked up straight, her hands fumbling around, trying to grasp something.

The cool air pricked her skin, but the heat inside her body had simply transformed into a blazing ball of fire that needed to burst. Her hand went down and she rubbed her desperate clit as Allan teased her nipples, panting and whimpering. Her nipple-orgasm connection was wild, and she was already on the verge. The longer he played with them, the more horny and desperate she became.

She pressed her hips against his c*ck, which had now returned to its full length.

"How badly do you want me to f*ck you?" he asked, grabbing her hair. "Tell me, sweetie," he said quietly.

"Please break my p*ssy," she groans, rubbing herself.

"I really need you right now."

His pupils constricted. "Spread your legs," he said, and she did so across the seat. "Wider," he adjusted beneath her, and she whimpered quietly as the tip of his lit brushed against her chlit before teasing her soaked hole. The head was almost inside, but he moved.

"Would you like it, sweetie?" he inquired.

"Yes, please," she grumbled. He brushed his hands over her pouty lips, hitting her sensitive nerve bud after every second. Her legs began to shake, and she pressed her hands against the back window.

"Look at that perfectly little p*ssy, so hopeless and unhappy without me," he said, his mouth disappearing in her neck as he cursed her.

Althea almost burst into tears as she felt the tip of the shaft enter her slipperiness, stroking in and out quickly while his hands handled her throbbing clit. His intense c*ck filling her up and stretching her p*ssy felt amazing.

Allan's pace quickened, and his thighs collided with her bottom as he pounded inside her, almost stealing her breath. He leaned back against the window, his hand on her throat.

She couldn't possibly ruin this man. He had destroyed her. Her insides shattered quickly, and she swooped down on his c*ck.

"That's it? Cum harder," he growled, grabbing her ass and digging deeper into her soaked cunt. When she didn't cover the first time, his fingers rubbed her clit, and tension was forced to release from her.

Her muscles clenched around him, and her body went numb from the sensation. As he pounded into her, he buried his face in her neck, the sharp bristles of his beard rubbing violently across her flesh.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he said, more as a request than a command.

"Yes," she grumbled. She didn't think much until he entered her, and then a thought came to her.

She wasn't on birth control, and Allan never used a condom when he wanted to mate with her. "Oh God, I'm not ready for this yet," she thought to herself as she looked at him smiling at her.