Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 103

~Woo min~

Alpha coded now are we," I muttered, crooking my finger just to watch him jerk.

"Shut up I know you love it," he shot back, voice shaky, rocking down on both our fingers now.

We stayed like that a minute, two, him getting louder, little gasps and curses every time I brushed that spot inside him. His head fell forward, hair sticking to his forehead, and he grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand away.

"Enough," he panted. "I’m good."

"You sure?" I asked, voice wrecked already.

He didn’t answer, just grabbed my dick, lined it up, and sank down slowly. Inch by inch, eyes locked on mine the whole time, mouth open, little whimpers slipping out he couldn’t hold back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... " he gasped when I was halfway in, hands braced on my chest, nails digging in.

"Breathe," I said, trying to stay still, hands stroking his thighs. My rut was screaming at me to thrust up, knot him already, but I held back. Barely.

"I am breathing, asshole," he snapped, but his voice cracked, and he sank down the rest of the way, bottoming out with this choked moan that went straight to my dick.

We both stayed still a second, him adjusting, me trying not to lose it. He was so tight, hot, clenching around me like he didn’t want to let go.

"Okay," he finally muttered, shifting a little. "Move."

I thrust up slowly , shallow, and he moaned loud, head dropping forward. "More."

I gave him more, hands on his hips guiding him, letting him set the pace at first. He started riding me, awkward at the beginning, then faster, harder, cursing every time I hit deep.

"God, you’re huge," he whined, hands scrabbling at my chest. "Why are you so fucking big... "

"Keep complaining," I grunted, thrusting up harder, making him bounce. "See if I let you cum again."

He laughed, breathless and mean. "You’ll let me cum, you’re too gone for me right now."

He wasn’t wrong. I was losing it, rut making everything sharper, his scent everywhere, the way he looked riding me hair messed up, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded.

I flipped us suddenly, him on his back, me between his legs, still inside. He yelled, surprised, then moaned when I started thrusting hard, deep.

"Warn a guy!" he gasped, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Payback," I muttered, mouth on his neck again, biting, sucking. He arched up, nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.

"Harder," he demanded, voice breaking. "Come on, alpha, fuck me like you mean it."

I lost it then, pounded into him, bed creaking loud, his moans turning into yells, my name over and over. My knot started swelling, catching on every thrust, and he clenched around it, eyes going wide.

"Wait.. fuck... is that... "

"Yeah," I groaned, slowing down, giving him shallow thrusts so it popped in and out. "You want it?"

He hesitated half a second, biting his lip bloody, then nodded fast. "Yeah. Do it. Knot me."

I thrust in deep one last time, knot catching fully, locking us together. He cried out, loud, back arching off the bed, hands clawing at my shoulders.

"Fuck, fuck, It’s... too much.. " he gasped, but his legs tightened around me, holding me there.

I collapsed on top of him, careful not to crush him, buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. The knot pulsed, tied us tight, and I came hard, groaning his name against his skin.

He was shaking under me, little whimpers slipping out, hands in my hair pulling hard. "You... fucking.. bastard," he panted, but there was no heat in it.

"Yeah," I muttered, kissing his neck softly now, licking over the bites. "You okay?"

He didn’t answer right away, just breathed hard, clinging to me. Then: "Of course not. "

I laughed, shaky, still cuming down. "I know."

We stayed locked like that, stuck, his legs around me, my weight on him. He shifted a little, winced.

"Ow. You’re heavy."

"Sorry." I tried to lift up, but the knot tugged, and we both groaned.

"Don’t move, idiot," he snapped, pulling me back down. "Just... stay."

So I stayed, kissed his jaw, his cheek, anywhere I could reach. He grumbled, but turned his face into my neck, breathed me in too.

After a minute, he muttered, "This is so fucking weird."

"Yeah," I agreed, thumb stroking his side. "Good weird?"

He was quiet, then: "Shut up."

I grinned against his skin. "That a yes?"

He pinched my arm hard. "I said shut up."

The knot started going down slowly, and he sighed, relaxed a little more. I kissed his shoulder.

"You’re gonna be sore tomorrow," I said.

"No shit." He snorted. "You and your stupid huge knot."

"You begged for it."

"I did not beg..."

"You said ’knot me,’ clear as day."

He groaned loud, covered his face with both hands. "I’m never living this down, am I?"

"Nope." I pulled out slowly when the knot deflated enough, rolled onto my back, pulled him with me so he was half on my chest.

He grumbled but didn’t fight it, leg thrown over mine again, hand resting on my stomach.

We laid there for quite a minute, just breathing, sticky and wrecked. Then he lifted his head, looked at me with this smirk.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Round three?" Junho’s voice came out rough, scraped raw, eyes glinting like he was daring me to say no.

I stared at him, my dick already twitching, traitor that it was. "You serious?"

He flashed that sharp, mean grin that I was starting to get used too and that fucked me up. "Dead serious. This time I’m on top the whole damn time. And you’re gonna beg, alpha."

I barked a laugh, hands grabbing his ass hard enough he yelped. "Big words for the guy who just got knotted and cried my name."

"Shut up," he snapped, but his hips rolled against me anyway. "Get the lube."

"Already ahead of you," I shot back, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

He snatched it from me, slicked his fingers fast, smirking the whole time like he’d won something. "Lay back and take it, Woo Min."

I flopped down, arms behind my head, pretending I wasn’t dying already. "Make me beg, huh? Good luck."

He climbed over me, lined up, and sank down slow, eyes locked on mine, mouth open on a filthy moan. "Watch me."