(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 329: A reward (m)

At this point, Maxwell shouldn’t complain about how many marks he had on him. Andrew was doing his best, but the man was a beast in a tiny form. A sex monster that was after Andrew’s cock and soul.

There was only so much self restraint a man could show when someone as hot and sexy threw themselves at Andrew over and over, and Andrew felt his desires slipping into uncontrollable territory.

Andrew knew it had to be because of the mirrors. Seeing Maxwell enjoy himself so much at every angle was really getting to him. Because of course they didn’t just lie down for bed and Andrew stuck his cock in Maxwell.

That was the wrong way to do it, and Andrew wasn’t a monster. No, he did what any respectable husband would do, and ate Maxwell’s ass out while Maxwell watched him do so. Then he slid his cock inside of him, covered up, and had his wicked way with the man.

Watching Maxwell as he clung to the sheets underneath him, his face twisted in pleasure as Andrew slammed his cock home inside of him over and over, never tired of the feeling, never tired of the way Maxwell squeezed him, the way the man clung to him and thrust his hips back against Andrew’s. The man looked sexy as hell, especially when he had his own spent passions on his chest, slowly making trails down towards the sheets.

Fuck. Andrew was honestly worried that his sex drive was getting worse, or if Maxwell was spurring it on. Andrew hadn’t been a slouch before, or a one pump chump, but thinking back on Maxwell’s heat...Andrew hadn’t really been able to keep up with him.

Now?

Now Andrew felt like if Maxwell even looked at him slightly suggestively his cock was attention, all day, every day.

Which meant Andrew had no troubles getting hard enough to keep his cock inside of Maxwell as they laid down after their few rounds of sex. Maxwell was covered in little marks and kisses, but Andrew wasn’t any different.

Maxwell had added a new bite mark to his clavicle, and Andrew felt the blood pulsing there like a brand. Maxwell had also made a mess of his back, clearly enjoying himself. When Andrew tucked himself around Maxwell, his arm under his head to support him as their hips were flush against each other. Maxwell squeezed Andrew’s cock, wiggling closer and Andrew groaned, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. Andrew was grateful for the leather collar that Maxwell wore to bed.

No funny business allowed. Andrew wouldn’t forgive himself especially if he marked Maxwell in his sleep. What a crime. A tragedy.

"You need to trim your nails, sir. I’m worried they’re going to break while we’re making love." Andrew murmured against his shoulder and Maxwell began to laugh. It was a strange feeling, Maxwell laughing while Andrew’s cock was in his ass.

Not a bad one, but Andrew could feel how worked up it made him. Maybe they weren’t going to bed right away like he thought.

"That’s a sweet way to say that I’m tearing you up. Is it that bad?" He asked, turning his head to look at Andrew over his shoulder. Andrew took in his slightly flushed skin, his bright eyes, and rosy lips and bent, kissing him deeply. Maxwell backed his ass up against him and Andrew groaned. One of his hands slid to Maxwell’s hip, holding on tightly as the man squeezed and gripped him tightly.

"No. I just don’t want you to break a nail." Andrew whispered, his eyes hooded as he looked at the man before him. He needed to restrain himself. This was a reward for Maxwell. He could do this.

Maxwell touched him sweetly, running a thumb across Andrew’s bottom lip with a soft smile.

"How sweet. How is your cock doing?" Maxwell asked, his tone sugary. It took Andrew a beat to realise what he’d asked before Andrew chuckled, a dirty smile crossing his lips.

"I feel like I’m going to burst like a teenager." Andrew admitted and was gifted Maxwell’s tinkling laughter. It filled his chest, making him feel warm and his cock even harder. "Laughing like that doesn’t help. You’re like a tight fist around my cock. I’ll never be able to find a toy that could come close to you. I don’t want to." Andrew told him, and Maxwell rewarded him with another deep kiss.

"Should we try to find one? A fake pussy or something? I wouldn’t mind. Watching you fuck a toy might be okay by me." Maxwell’s gaze warmed, and Andrew gulped.

"Uh, I don’t think I want that." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s eyebrows shot up.

"You don’t? I thought you would at least consider it. It’s not cheating, Andy." Maxwell told him. "Not if I’m moving it." Andrew shuddered, thinking about it. It was combined with Maxwell squeezing him. Andrew knew that part was intentional.

"I just...I don’t want to even consider that right now. We have so much time to consider that kind of stuff later to spice up the bedroom years down the road. I don’t need it now. I’m so beyond satisfied with you. I don’t need anything else." Andrew told him and Maxwell stared at him for a long, long moment before he let out a soft sigh.

"And you worry that you’re going to be like your father when you say things like this. I doubt that man has ever had a thought like this before." Andrew flushed at the soft way Maxwell said that. "You are going to be a wonderful parent, Andy and I can’t see myself with anyone else. With or without children." Maxwell’s words were like a fist through his chest. Andrew buried his face in Maxwell’s hair, hiding himself from Maxwell’s gaze. He couldn’t turn away, not with how they were laying together, so Maxwell’s soft laughter washed over him. "Shy?" Maxwell teased and Andrew grumbled.

"Stop saying stuff like that when I’m inside you." Andrew muttered and Maxwell chuckled.

"Oh? Can I say that kind of stuff when I’m inside you?" Maxwell asked and Andrew perked up.

"I mean...maybe?" Andrew offered and Maxwell laughed louder.

"How quickly and easily you responded. Do you want my cock inside of you that much?" Maxwell asked, still teasing. Andrew grumbled lightly.

"I just think that if you’ve never fucked anyone, I shouldn’t take that away from you. I’ve bottomed before. I don’t mind, and I’ve liked it so far." Maxwell jerked.

"You’ve bottomed before?" Maxwell asked, surprised, and Andrew chuckled.

"Max, what part of ’I slept with anyone’ wasn’t clear after my Mom’s death? I used sex as a way to forget." Andrew said, smiling. Maxwell furrowed his brow and Andrew laughed.

"You aren’t using our sex for the same purpose, are you?" Maxwell asked, his tone suspicious and Andrew chuckled. Maxwell’s face warmed as Andrew laughed. "Stop laughing. Your cock feels..." Maxwell trailed off, letting out a soft breath. Andrew felt his cock pulse at the simple sound.

"I’m not using our sex in that way at all. I never could. You’re too precious to me, and I got that out of my system. Do I seem like I’m still deeply grieving my Mom still?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm. That sounded suspicious. Should I check?" He asked, before he pushed Andrew over onto his back. Maxwell went with him, still attached to him at the hips and before Andrew could say anything, Maxwell had spun on his dick until he was facing Andrew, slamming his hands down on Andrew’s bare chest with a naughty grin on his face. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"M-Max, we just-" Andrew started but Maxwell raised a finger and pressed it against his lips.

"Hush, Baby. I can already tell how excited you are. Are you going to cum in three pumps or four?" Maxwell asked, pure wickedness in his expression as he leaned back, grabbing onto Andrew’s lower thighs, almost his knees and raised himself up slowly. Maxwell looked down, staring at where each inch of Andrew was coming out of him. "Look at that. I’m so fucking wet it’s dripping down your cock." Maxwell said with a laugh in his voice.

Andrew tossed his head back, his hands clenching into fists as he attempted to control himself.

"Max. I just put this condom on so we could sleep." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled.

"Did you really think I would consider this night’s ’activities’ done if I didn’t get to ride your cock and make you cum like a good boy?" Andrew winced as Maxwell squeezed the head of his cock with his ass. It was so fucking hot how he was able to control himself so well, and the pheromones lacing around his throat only made this even hotter.

"Max, Angel, have some mercy." Andrew begged and Maxwell licked his lips.

"No. You’ve been getting your way too much recently. Someone might think that they wear the pants in this relationship." Maxwell said and Andrew let out a tight laugh.

"What pants? I don’t care about pants." Andrew said and Maxwell laughed as he slowly slid back down on Andrew’s cock. Both men were shuddering when Maxwell sank home, wiggling his hips in a slow circle once he’d swallowed all of Andrew up.

"I know. But you can’t say you don’t like it when I treat you like a piece of meat." Maxwell told him. Andrew couldn’t argue with the man. He did like it. This was, after all, how Maxwell would sleep with him when he didn’t trust him as much. Andrew liked it. Hell, he was on the verge of tears already.

"Angel, please. You know when you squeeze me like this I whimper." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s naughty grin grew.

"Oh, are you going to whimper for me Baby? I’d love to hear that. Come on, make some noise. Tell me how much you like this hole I’ve got, hmm? Are you going to make me wetter? Are you going to cum? Do you want to fill me up?" Maxwell’s soft, sultry voice mixed with his pheromones and Andrew wondered if this was what it was like to be seduced by a demon. He felt like he would go along with anything Maxwell would say.

"Oh god. Whatever you want. Whatever you want." Andrew repeated. He wanted to thrust, he wanted to grab him, but when he raised a hand Maxwell slapped it away with his own hand. He ran his hands over his bare chest, cupping his pecs before sliding down to his cock and lazily jerking it.

When he rubbed his hands across his body, he rubbed his cum into his skin and Andrew groaned. Fuck. That man was too much.

"I felt you twitch, Baby. Come on. You can cum whenever you want. Take a load off." Maxwell teased and Andrew threw his head back. He couldn’t watch the man as he worked otherwise he was a goner.

He didn’t stand a chance either way, but he wanted to enjoy this a little bit more. Maxwell, however, had different plans and forced Andrew to look at him, watch him as he rode his cock into oblivion.

Andrew lasted 5 pumps before he felt his cock swell and Maxwell let out a laugh.

"You exceeded expectations, Andy. Good boy. Now, let’s see if you can make me cum?" Andrew shivered. His suspicions were right. Maxwell had no intention to sleep at all. It was a ploy, and Andrew fell for it.

What a nightmare.

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