The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"Ready?" Darren asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He had a remote in his hands that would turn on the camera and microphone that he had already set up. I nodded, a little nervous, but ready to start. I was standing off to the side, ready to walk over when Darren was ready.

He leaned forward, clicking the mouse a few times until a screen appeared with not just a single man, but several men watching. I counted six, but there could have been more since the screen was dark. They were in white robes, many with masks covering the bottom parts of their faces. "Hello, Mr. Smith," Darren, pushed two buttons on the remote and the red lights clicked on. "It's a pleasure to see you again. I would just like to start by thanking you for the confirmation of payment. As always, you are most gracious."

"As are you, my friend," a man leaned forward, smoking a thick cigar. He had a thick beard and a heavy accent. The thick gold rings on his fingers and the way he presented himself, even in this circumstance, screamed money. He looked like the kind of man who would think nothing of throwing away thousands and thousands on an hour-long sex show.

"I have a special guest here with me tonight," Darren signaled for me to join him. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, taking Darren's outstretched hand. Notice something off? You're reading stolen chapters! This book belongs to obnib.m. To support the real creator and enjoy the latest from us, visit obniɓ.m directly. "This is her first show, but I am sure she will be more than pleasing to watch." Darren unfastened the tie around my waist, then pushed the robe from my shoulders, letting it pool around my feet. "Damn," he hissed, taking a step back to look over my attire.

I smiled playfully, focusing on Darren and not the people on the screen. I did a slow twirl so he could get the full view, then giggled when he hummed deep in his chest.

"She is quite lovely," Mr. Smith, a fake name no doubt, said, murmurs of agreement behind him. "Why the mask, if you don't mind my asking?"

"She's shy," Darren said, licking his lips and grabbing me by the hips. He turned my body for the camera, then grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards his. "And the mystery behind the mask, the idea she could be anyone I wanted her to be turns me on."

His teeth tugged on my bottom lip, sucking it lightly. I gasped and mewled, the pain feeling good. I felt it down there. I didn't think I would. Not while still being mated.

"Show me," Mr. Smith leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs. His robe opened just enough to show his erection. One of the men beside him already had his dick in his hand, pumping it gently.

"Gladly," Darren husked, trailing his finger over my skin.

I threw my head back when they traced over the strap of my crotchless underwear and slid between my folds. As quickly as they sank inside me, his fingers left. Staring down at him through the mask, I gasped, seeing him suck his fingers clean.

His eyes were intense. I could feel them. My skin was burning with their intensity.

"You taste exquisite, baby." His tongue licked over his bottom lip. He moved his fingers between my folds again, then brought his fingers to my lips. "Wanna try?"

I smiled crookedly, flicking my tongue over his fingers, then biting their tips. My tongue circled around those two digits that were just inside me. I sucked them, pushing my tongue between them and let them go with a wet pop.

"I think it's my turn to taste you."

"You want this?" His eyes blazed, his hand groping the massive erection bulging beneath the thin fabric. I nodded eagerly. "Help yourself," he said, scooting back to the center of the bed.

I stared at his tenting sweats, wondering how to help myself. Cameron was the one to help himself. I never had control.

"Come here," Darren's eyes softened and he held out his hand to help me crawl over to him. He had me straddle his lap, then kissed me deeply. A real kiss. It made my body hum and my heart quicken. "Have you ever sucked a man's dick before?" He asked in a soothingly tender voice. His voice was like honey, coating and soothing all my nervousness.

"Yes," I whispered roughly.

He held my gaze for several seconds. "Did you ever do so willingly?"

After a quiet second, I slowly shook my head. "No. But that just makes me want to do it more."

His eyes traveled down my body, then back to my face. I knew in the back of my mind that we were still being watched, but it felt like it was just me and Darren. The moment was so intimate and we were not doing anything yet. Just staring at one another.

"I got you," he whispered. He lifted my hips enough to shimmy out of his pants, then grabbed my face to kiss me deeply again. "Forget the script. Do whatever you're comfortable with. I got you."

My heart beat wildly and I placed one of my hands over his. He was being so sweet. I could do this. I know he's got me.