Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 142

(Kaden POV)

Annabel climbs into bed and straddles my hips. With her hand, she

stills my cock and eases it into my favorite place in the whole world.

She groans softly, making me groan, too, as my dick stretches her

tight entrance, and warmth and wetness immediately blankets my

length as it slides inside her.

My cock is fully inside her. She begins to ride me, teasing me more.

She cups my throat, and I grip her hips. She leans in, places a kiss

on my jawline, and grazes her teeth against the contour. After, she

covers my cheek with several affectionate kisses. "I hope you can

forgive me, Sir," she whispers against my skin.

"Yes, I forgive you, angel,” I murmur. Well, I don't really forgive her. I

smack her ass. Ride me harder if you want me to officially forgive

you, baby. She obeys, knowing what the slap meant. Fuck, yeah, I

forgive you for real this time. I'm already close to reaching my

climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe.

She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus.

"Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold.”

And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're hidden underneath the

comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my

erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold.

The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of

being separated from the heat and shivering. Thankfully, I'm

wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants so I'm not shivering to

death. However, the fabric on my body is uncomfortable like an

itch left alone as I'm used to wearing nothing to bed. Anyways, the

guy who's supposed to come and fix the heater never showed up. Unbelievable.

I think about my girl, and my blood simmers. Oh, how I would

usually be spooning with her: Her back to my front, my nose

nuzzling in the crook of her neck breathing in her intoxicating

scent, and my cock settling between the cheeks of her lovely ass.

The thought makes me feel warm inside.

All this thinking about my girl—where is she, anyways? I glance to

my side where her presence would usually be. Fuck. She's not

present. I'm freezing my balls off and my girl is not in my bed with

me? Outrageous.

I sit up and climb out of bed, abandoning the comforter. Driven by frustration, I head down the stairs.

As I enter the living room, I am greeted by the much-needed warmth. I trace the source of the warmth to the fireplace, where

the fire spits and crackles, calming me. I walk closer to the

fireplace to warm myself. I sigh. I turn around and find a pleasing

sight, warming me more effectively than the fireplace.

In her slumber state, my girl looks peaceful, adorable, and fucking gorgeous all at the same time on my couch. A smile tugs at my

lips. I stoop down and stroke her cheek, her skin feeling like satin

against my fingertips. "Good morning, gorgeous,” I whisper.

She stirs and leans into my touch as I cup her cheek. Her eyes

flutter open and meet mine. They sparkle in the morning light; I

already get lost in them. "Good morning, Dean.”

I move my thumb to caress her supple lips. She kisses the pad of

my thumb. My sweet girl.

She makes room for me on the couch, and I gladly sit beside her.

"Did you sleep well, my love?" I ask.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Not this time. I've been freezing my balls off without you in my arms. The broken heater doesn't help at all.”

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"You better be sorry." I can't help but chuckle. My facial expression

alters from playful to serious, in order to get her undivided

attention. "What's your excuse this time for abandoning my bed

last night?"

"I was too lazy to go upstairs after work,” she responds frankly.

"Too lazy, again? I haven't done a thorough job of fucking you

since your laziness showed up.”

"Yeah, you have to step up your game, Hunter, especially since today is Christmas.” "It's Monday, too, fuck yeah."

Monday. Oh, the pressure to fuck her into another dimension blazes inside me. "Daddy gets to fuck his girl extra harder today then.”

She giggles. "It's nice having another excuse to fuck the shit out of

me, huh?"

"It's pretty fucking nice.”

"Just like you.” She rolls her eyes.

"I like the compliment, but I don't like the eye rolling.”

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Listen, you had me worried when you didn't come to bed last night. I thought you left me for another man.”

"Jesus, why would I leave you for another man? You're the best, and there's no excuse for me to leave you, Dean."

"Oh, that's what I needed to hear to start my day.”

I pet her head.

"Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Stand up.”

God, I love it when she takes control, but not as much as when I call the shots, but it's nice switching up things once in a while.

Anticipation lances through my body. I follow her command. I look

down at her, awaiting for her next order.

She sits up on the couch, slides off her blanket, and plants her

feet on the carpet in one swift motion. Crossing her legs, she

looks up at me, her eyes darkening with carnal desire. I realize that

she's wearing my sweatshirt, the same one she wore in my dream

I had earlier. My heart melts.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt.” I smile.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, gorgeous.” I really don't. She looks incredibly

sexy in any of my clothes. My wardrobe is her wardrobe.

She uncrosses her legs and smirks. I gain a view of her bare pussy. No panties. Good girl. My inner self drools for her.

In a blink of an eye, she's kneeling in front of me, ready to service my cock. She leans forward and presses her lips to my crotch,

applying a few kisses to the fabric of my pants. She looks up at me.

I reach for her hair and twist it into a ponytail for me to grip.

"It's odd seeing you wearing clothes in the house.”

"I know, it's weird for me, too, especially wearing them to bed.”

She stands up, and my grip remains on her hair. She wraps her

arms around my neck. My lips are greeted by hers as she pecks

them against mine. She licks my lips, and I part my own to allow

her access inside my mouth. Less than a second later, both of our

tongues wrestle one another as the kiss intensifies. I moan in her

mouth, and my tongue dominates hers so I can explore her mouth, sweeping over her sensitive spots. Desire surges through my

limbs

Snaking my hands, I squeeze the bare and beautiful flesh of her

fine ass, and she gasps in my mouth. She grabs the hem of my

shirt and pulls it up; I help her take it off. The fabric rests on the

floor. She kisses my throat and trails kisses down to my chest. She

nuzzles into my chest, appreciating the dusting of hair there.

"Come here, baby," I mutter as I'm already missing the taste of

her. On command, she returns to appreciate my lips, her tongue

parting them. Our tongues reunite. Her need is sensed as she

deepens the kiss. Oh, I need you more than anything, too, baby.

Desire spreads like wildfire through my bloodstream as her hand

rubs my crotch through my pants. I buck my hips against her

touch, demonstrating my need. I seize her sweater and lift the

fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my

sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area below it, "You're Christmas

beautiful.”

Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her. She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable

lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies.

"But you're more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You're hotter than your

own fireplace.” She chuckles.

Hotter than my own fireplace? That's a new one. I mentally make a

note of the compliment, adding it to the relentless list of compliments courtesy of my sweet girl. I kiss her hard.

Suddenly, she abandons my lips, leaving me in the cold craving for more. She drops to her knees. She's not going to leave me in the cold anymore, good. She takes the hem of my pants and boxer briefs and drags them down. My raging and horny cock is freed; it

can finally breathe. She kisses the tip and transfers her lips to my

balls. "I'll keep your balls warm."

"You're a very good girl to Daddy. Thank you." I can never thank her enough, honestly. "Of course. Anything for a very, very exceptional man.” She smirks and fills her mouth with my throbbing length.

She's fucking hot,

hotter than the flames in my fireplace. Her lips sheath her teeth,

which leaves her luscious lips wrapping around my engorged dick.

She draws my cock in. Then, out. She repeats the torturous and

teasing routine. I want to fuck her mouth hard. But, I surrender and

let her do what her heart desires. It's the holidays, anyways. And

it's hard to complain when your cock is stuffed in the love of your life's mouth. Her much-appreciated service continues, and I'm left standing in

awe with my cock pulsating in her mouth. My baby girl's fucking

talented and thoughtful. She makes sure my balls aren't left alone as she massages them while she chokes on my length. I feel all

warm inside, like I just drank hot coffee, except she's way better

than hot coffee. I clutch her hair tightly as pleasure lances through

my body. She slips one of my balls between her lips and repeats this to its twin. God, I'm going to fucking combust. "Baby girl, I'm so close,” I

warn

"Mmm, give it to me, Daddy. Your cock slut needs it."

Oh, fuck. Her obscene words never cease to fail to push me right

to the edge; I'm shooting my love and passion, all for her, down

her throat. "Oh my God, baby." My legs quiver.

She sucks on the head and cleans off my cock with her tongue.

"Fuck, kitten. You're too sweet to me." I pull her up and lock my

lips to hers, my tongue slipping past her lips to caress her tongue.

I breathe heavily as I move away from her lips. I cup her cheek.

"Tell me, what do you want next?" I want to hear her.

"I need your cock inside me, Daddy, please.”

"You don't want your pussy devoured first?" I want to please my girl.

"No, not this holiday season.”

"All right. How would you like to be fucked this Christmas, angel?" "Doggy-style first, please.”

"Good choice. Get ready for me."

She prepares, setting herself on her knees on the couch with her

ass, high up where the sun shines, on full display for me. She shakes her ass, teasing me. I chuckle and smack her ass, eliciting a gasp from her. "You horny girl, mmm." I brush the tip of my cock along her slick folds to

tease her in return. Oh, she's so fucking ready to get her brains

fucked out. But, I want to tease her still; I continue to run the tip

against her wet folds, appreciating the erotic feeling. I grip her hair,

pulling her towards me. I whisper in her ear, "Tell me how much

you want me inside you, baby." I kiss her earlobe and await her

begging.

"Please, Daddy, I need you." That's it? No, that's not going to get

us anywhere.

I circle my tip on her sex organ. "Come on, baby, you can beg much

better than that. It's Christmas, and you have to be more specific.

Tell me.”

She groans. "I need your big cock, Daddy, fucking my brains out,

please.”

Good enough. I'm impatient, but I did appreciate hearing her beg

for me. "That'll do.” I slide my length into the tight, wet, and warm entryway, stretching her walls out. Finally, my cock is back where

it belongs, in my happy place, deep inside my beautiful, sweet girl.

I lean in and slowly pump my shaft.

"Oh, fuck yes," my girl mutters under her breath.

I grip her hip and plant a kiss on her shoulder. "That's my girl.

Enjoy every inch of Daddy's cock inside you, baby."

"Faster, please.”

I pump my cock at a slow and sensual pace, just how I like it in the mornings, and I don't want to alter the pace. But, I remember that I

allowed my girl to take the wheel today. I have to follow through.

So, I fulfill her request, thrusting faster. I tug on her hair that I

twisted into a ponytail. I kiss her ear and bite the shell. She's all

mine. She's always been ever since I laid eyes on hers.

I sit on the couch now, and my girl rides me like there's no tomorrow, properly appreciating my cock buried inside as much as

she can.

I lean back. Fuck me, baby. I'm all yours. Three-hundred and sixty-five-fucking-days a year. She rests her palm on my chest while her other hand cups the

nape of my neck. She kisses me hard and aggressively, turning me

on so much. I play with her tongue. I grip her hip tighter; my grip

around her throat tightens.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Daddy."

"Me, too, baby. Come on my cock. I need you." With my words and

the buck of my hips, she moans. My cock is drenched with her

sweet release. She kisses me sloppily from her intense orgasm

that I was responsible for.

Seconds later, I reach my own climax again, stuffing my load deep

inside my happy place, marking my territory. I let go of her lips to

catch my breath.

She covers my cheek with kisses. Oh, baby girl.

"Merry Christmas Daddy. I hope you can accept my

apology for abandoning your bed last night.”

"Oh, baby, thank you. I love you. Of course I accept your apology.

You know exactly the kind of apology I would accept, good girl." I

press my lips against hers.

"I love you, too."

"Please make an effort next time to come to my bed.”

She holds my face in her soft hands. "Okay. Only because I feel

bad for making you freeze your balls off.”

"And because you don't want me to die from a cardiac arrest from thinking that you left me for another man.”

She pecks my lips. "Remember our promise to each other? No more cheating on either of us ever again. I promise to come and snuggle up in your

arms regardless of how tired I am because it's where I belong.”

I smile. "Good. I'm glad that's settled. Now, what would you like for breakfast, angel? I'll cook today, as a Christmas present.”

"Oh my. You're actually cooking for once.” She licks my lips.

"Surprise me."

"Hmm, okay, but speaking of a surprise—"

"Oh, God, what do you have planned?”

"Just a little trip to Cabo for New Year's Eve and the New Year."

Her face lights up with joy like whenever I take my pants off in

front of her. She hugs me tightly. Her hug says it all.

I love her even more. "I can't wait to claim your pretty pussy in Cabo, angel.” "Oh, Jesus."

I laugh. "Mmm, let me head to the kitchen to make breakfast, so

we can eat and fuck again.” I can't resist stroking her supple lips

with my thumb. "Oh, and because I'm going to be cooking naked,

don't touch yourself because I promise to take care of you after

breakfast, understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Plane rides. I love them, especially when they include my girl and my favorite drink, tequila. I lean back into my seat after taking a sip of my well-

deserved/ much-needed tequila drink. My inner self jumps up and down in excitement, looking forward to several days of fun in Cabo

—spending time with friends, drinking tequila, and fucking the shit

out of my wife, of course.

I glance to my side and find the love of my life reading a book,

most likely another erotic work. I place my hand on her knee, and

she rests her hand on mine. Oh, her touch. Desire bolts straight to

my crotch.

Thank God she's wearing a dress. I inch my calloused hand up the

smooth surface of her thigh and under her dress, but before I

reach her special palace, she halts my hand. She sends my hand

back to her knee and grips my knuckle. "Not here, Dean, please.”

I kiss her cheek and smile against her skin. "I'm sorry, baby, but

Daddy's hand is a little cold. It could use some warmth."

"Please don't reach up my dress in public to warm your hand.”

I want to laugh out loud, but I find all the strength to contain

myself. She doesn't want to put on a show for the people today.

Such a shame. But, an idea pops into my mind. "Did you bring a

blanket with you?"

"Yes. I always do."

"Great. Can you please take it out then? It'll keep me warm so I

won't have to reach up your dress.” I smile at her.

She sighs and pulls out the blanket from her bag. "Here," she says

and hands me the blanket.

"Thank you. You are my savior, baby." She really is. Now, I can

stuff my fingers inside her, keeping them warm without any prying

eyes noticing. I unfold the blanket and lay it across her lap and

mine. "That's better. Thank you, again.”

She continues reading her book. She's so focused—it's turning me

on. However, she manages to respond to me. "You're welcome,

Sir." Her eyes remain locked onto her book.

Beneath the blanket, I gently squeeze her thigh. She doesn't flinch, maintaining her focus on her book. It's finally my chance. I locate

the special area between her legs and caress her. Damn, she's

wearing panties.

She gasps.

"Why are you wearing panties?" I ask lowly in her ear.

"Why do you have to always be extra frisky in public?"

"Answer my question first."

"l wanted to piss you off."

"Oh, you did a good job doing so." I slap her between her legs.

"Fuck," she mutters under her breath and bites her lip. "It's your

turn to answer my question.”

"You're always so fucking gorgeous and I always want everyone to

know how much I cherish you.” Through the fabric of her panties, I

circle her clitoris with my thumb.

Her mouth opens to release a subdued moan. She grips her book

tighter. "Oh my fuck."

The kids are two seats behind us in the spacious plane and the music playing inside the plane is enough to prevent them from hearing our conversation.

The stranger that sits next to her overhears her words.

"Is everything all right?" God, can he worry about himself? I'm trying to play with my wife in peace. "Y-yes," she chokes out an answer and turns to the man,

"Everything's fine."

The man nods and turns to face forward, minding his own

business. Thank God.

He closes his eyes. Good, keep them

closed, please.

Annabel's attention shifts back to her task at hand: reading her book

and appreciating my fingers teasing her sex organ.

In order to gain entry into her sacred palace, I push the fabric hiding her entrance to the side. I shove two fingers inside. She's

warm. She's wet. She feels so good. I draw my fingers in and out, and my cock strains against my jeans as her juices coat my

fingers. I curve my fingers

Quietly, she moans my name. My sweet girl. "How's the story so

far?" I ask, referring to the book she's attempting to read.

"Not as good as you pleasing me."

"I appreciate the compliment, baby." I pump my fingers faster,

showing my appreciation.

"Oh, Jesus."

"That's not my name, cutie, but I appreciate the effort.”

"Dean, I'm close,” she warns.

"Mmm, don't come. Not here." I retract my fingers from her pussy. "W-what? I need to come, please.” She turns to me, demonstrating her need to combust through her eyes.

"You will come, don't worry. Just not here.” There's too many people. I need a little more privacy. "I'm going to the bathroom.

Meet me there in five minutes. Make sure to knock twice on the

door." I give her lips a quick peck with mine. I stand up, and her

eyes never leave me. I smirk at her and head for the bathroom.

With my non-dominant hand that wasn't used to play with my girl, I

open the bathroom door and step inside. I make sure the door

locks behind me. I sigh in relief. Finally, I'm isolated. Now, all I

need is my girl, and I'll be the happiest man alive.

I think about my girl again, and I slip my fingers between my lips,

savoring the erotic and delicious flavor of her juices that I collected earlier. About a minute later, I eject my fingers and lick my lips. Only four more minutes left and my load can be stuffed in her pussy.

After waiting for another four minutes, or what felt like four years, I

hear two knocks on the door. It's fuck time. Quickly, I open the

door, revealing the love of my life standing in front of me. I grab

her hand. I shut the door behind me. I waste no time and begin

undoing my belt and jeans. In no time, my raging length is exposed

and twitching with sexual frustration. "Turn around, gorgeous,” I

order.

She obeys.

I walk up behind her and lift up her dress. I caress the delicate and

soft skin of her ass. Her breath hitches. I lower my lips to her ear

while still rubbing her bare flesh. "We're going to make this quick,

baby."

"Okay, Daddy," she whispers in the most sexiest and sensual way

possible. My cock winces.

The tip of my length slides down the cleft of her ass, and she

spreads her legs farther apart. Soon, the tip meets her entrance,

and cautiously, I impale her soaking wet heat, spreading her inner

walls. I pump my cock hard and fast inside her, fucking all of my desperation, passion, and love for my girl. She groans, and I tug on her hair. It takes no time for me to bust my load inside her. I bite her

earlobe as I thrust my cock, reveling in my orgasm.