Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 49: How To Give A ... 1

"Can you teach me?" She asked quietly, her eyes on her hands.

Troy couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute she looked.

"You know, you look pretty good when you’re embarrassed." He teased, knowing that would rile her up. Already tired of ’Quiet, Shy and Embarrassed Bethany’.

"Oh please, I look pathetic." She said, rolling her eyes, not taking the bait.

"Well, good thing I love pathetic looking girls." He said smirking, putting forward another bait.

"Wtf?!" She exclaimed, quickly getting up from his lap. She kicked his leg in annoyance, only to pull back almost immediately, rubbing her hurting feet, groaning while Troy roared in laughter.

"You!! Why is your leg so hard?! It feels worse than stubbing your leg on a stool." She cried, sitting on the bed to nurse her toe. "You’re still laughing!" She asked, an incredulous look on her face.

She really couldn’t believe he was laughing at her.

"What?! It’s funny." Troy said, shrugging his shoulders, amusement in his eyes. Amusement and fulfilment.

"Urrgghh, I hate you." She said, turning away from him. "Infact, you know what? No more blow job for you. I don’t care anymore." She spat, sticking out her tongue.

Feigning alarm, Troy shook his head. Moving closer to her, he wrapped his two hands around her upper arm, his expression solemn.

"No, baby. Please. Don’t do this me." He pleaded, his tone teary as he stuck out his lower lip.

Bethany turned to him, and as she spotted his expression, her resolution softened, but there was no way she wasn’t going to tease him as well.

"You look horrible." She cringed, scrunching her face. "And that doesn’t work on me." She stated plainly, looking down at her foot to hide her amusement.

"Okay, what about this one?" He asked, making another face. This time, he gave her doe eyes, and puckered lips, that actually looked really cute, and succeeded in melting her hardly frozen heart. But was she ready to give in? Hell no!

"This one’s more horrible, Troy. You’re so bad at making faces." She said lazily, still massaging her toe that really wasn’t hurting anymore.

’If only he would ask to massage my feet.’ She thought, her eyes on her toes.

"Fine. I’d massage your feet." He said in resignation, leaving her dumbstruck.

’Please tell me, I didn’t say that out loud.’ She hoped in her heart.

"Bethany?" He called. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, I did. And I’m happy you did. I was beginning to get bored of your horrible looks." She teased, laughing at him.

"That’s a lie, Princess. I could see it in your eyes that your heart melted from the very first moment I tugged on your arm." He said softly, running his tongue around the rim of her earlobe, causing her to lean away, but not before feeling the wave of warmth that flowed through her.

Break time was over. He had other plans.

"Now, you are the one lying. I was genuinely pissed." She tried to argue, folding her arms across her chest.

"Yes, baby. I know." He said, placing his arm on her back, giving her a push. Taking the hint, she got up from the bed, taking his lead and standing in-between his legs.

"How about I show you how to show me just exactly how pissed you are, mm?" He took her both hands in each of his, pulling her to her knees, so her face was just a few inches below his.

"Okay." She said softly, licking on her lower and upper lips in preparation of what he had to offer, while her eyes stared into his darkening ones, observing how lust swirled in them.

Her eyes went to his pulsing cock, that jerked continuously away from him, in her direction, seeking immediate attention. She took in the furious massive veins that protruded from beneath his skin. She wanted to feel it, to kiss its soft head and probably chew on it a bit, if he was going to let her.

"Touch the sac." He commanded, his voice hoarse. She immediately took her hand to his balls gently. She had kicked enough balls in high school to know they had to be handled gently, since it was their most sensitive part.

She gently palmed the tight yet heavy sack, massaging it softly, before looking up to him for more instructions. His eyes had gone completely dark now.

’He really needed this.’ She thought.

"Wet your lips, generously." He croaked as his heart rate spiked exponentially in anticipation. He really wasn’t sure he was going to be able to last long, his load was almost at the fucking tip. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She did as he told her to, getting ready to take his huge beast.

Honestly, she was a bit scared, and was only doing this because he believed in her.

"Bethany. Don’t lose focus, don’t derail either. You can do this. I know you can." He assured, his hand threading her hair from her neck upwards as he pulled her to him, leaning in to kiss her.

She could feel the warmth emanating from his body as they kissed, and soon she wasn’t just warm, but could feel something warmer from between her closed legs.

Troy pulled away slowly, his soft gaze on hers, checking to see if she still had any doubts. Seeing she had none, he carried on his lesson.

"Now, take the head first, and suck on it like a lollipop. Be careful not to stick your tongue into the opening, it can be really sensitive." He warned, guiding her head down to his throbbing cock that positioned itself properly, as if on que.

She took the head between her lips obediently, moaning when she tasted his precum that had suddenly leaked from the opening.

She sucked on the head like it was her last meal, instinctually grazing it lightly with her teeth, hoping it gave off the kind of sensation she gets whenever he let’s his teeth graze her pussy.

"You’re doing so well, baby. " He cooed hoarsely, trying so damn hard to continue massaging her shoulder, no matter how much he wanted to grab her skull and force his dick into her throat.

"Now, go a bit lower. Tighten your lips."

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