Cassia's Alpha Fantasy

Cassia spat on her cock, wrapped her fingers around herself and squeezed.

Her palm slid over the shaft with ease. Cassia’s breath caught, hips twitching upward of their own accord, chasing the pleasure.

She stroked slowly at first, deliberately, watching the flushed head of her cock appear and disappear through her closed fist. Inches of insistent need. An ache that had to be touched.

Her thumb swept over her slick crown, and she shuddered, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

The bed creaked softly as she spread her thighs wider, heels digging into the thin mattress. Her pussy quivered beneath her cock, empty and weeping, but she ignored it.

My body. My will. My choice.

Right now, she chose this. The heavy throb in her shaft, the way her balls tightened against her perineum with every languid pull.

She sped up, just a little, just enough to make her breathing quicken.

“Mmm, suck my cock you… you... um, dirty-little-slut,” she murmured, as if she was addressing her very own beta. Cassia realized she would have to work on her dirty talk if she was to become an alpha.

Her pace increased further. She bit her lip.

“Now, spread those legs for me,” she told her imaginary beta, the command low and guttural. “Show me how wet you are for it.”

Cassia let her free hand wander up her stomach, nails dragging faint red lines across her olive skin, then higher to pinch and roll a nipple. Her cock jerked in her other fist, a bead of precum welling at the tip and dripping down across her knuckles.

“What’s that? You want my seed already?” she continued, the fantasy spilling out of her now, hot and shameful and thrilling all at once. “Go on then. Beg for it.”

Cassia’s fist slammed up and down her shaft with a ****, unladylike speed. The head of her cock was purple and glistening, aching for release. She could feel the orgasm building at the base of her spine, a coiling heat that made her toes curl.

“I-” Cassia whimpered, sounding decidedly less alpha, “-I’m close.”

Her free hand left her breast and clamped over her mouth, stifling the cry that tore through her as the wave finally broke.

Her cock erupted.

Hot ropes of spunk splashed across her stomach, her ribs, the underswell of her breasts. The first pulse was so strong it nearly hit her chin. She kept stroking through it, milking herself, shuddering and gasping into her palm as rope after rope painted her skin in thick, pearly stripes.

“Ah-ah-aaah-fuck-fuck-yes, yes, yes!”

Her hips bucked through the last few spasms, weaker now, just aftershocks rippling through her lean muscle. Her grip loosened on her cock, still half-hard, glistening with the mingled slickness of spit and cum.

For a long moment, Cassia simply lay there, chest heaving, one arm thrown across her eyes. The scent of her release hung heavily in the warm air.

She did not move to clean herself. Instead, she let her own spunk cool on her skin.

Her cock softened against her thigh, spent and sticky. Her pussy still clenched, still empty, still ignored.

“My choice,” she whispered to the silence.