DirtTGirl
I want u 2
“Oh fuck.” L sighs, jerking his cock, reading my reply. “You finally want me too? Oh shit.” The heavy grunt he makes, letting go of his shaft, like he’s close to coming, is the biggest turn-on.
DirtTGirl
Yes I need u. Make me yours
I can barely type. Can barely breathe, imagining it’s Loch wanting me.
“Uh, fuck.” But it sounds like L’s in pain. His fists grab his shaft, jerking. Thrusting his hips, the lustful sounds he makes are the most erotic I’ve ever heard. I’m tempted to close my eyes, imagining Loch again, but L is too beautiful right now.
He growls, stroking faster and faster. “Yeah. Oh fuck, yeah, give me that tight cunt. Tell me, who owns you? Who fucking owns you?”
“You,” I stammer, lips shaking.
I type it in the chat.
Quickly, he lowers his zipper even more. Cupping his balls, his body starts shaking, his fist feverishly jerking the base of his thick shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah, you’re mine. Sofuckingmine.”
Usually, L waits for us to come, to put it in the chat, but not tonight.
His breath strains, ragged. His deep grunts lift into pained, husky gasps, the sound of his pleasure always taking me over the edge.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, yeah, take this dick.” His fists stop pumping. He releases his shaft. It hovers, heavy and throbbing, while he grunts, “Fuck, I’m coming for you, A?—”
He chokes, silenced by his groaning orgasm, his milky cum, spurting far and splattering his black shirt. If we could see his face, it’d be on his lips. He shoots it that hard, that far, and it makes him grunt, his pelvic control epic and only making him spurt more cum,so much cum, his cock jumping, pumping with each release. It’s beautiful. You can even see the ab muscles beneath his shirt contracting with his relieved moans.
God, the need to kiss him right now.
My eyelids drop. The orgasm L gives me shakes down through my trembling body, clenching everything tight, but there’s no one to grab. It’s a lush and lonely, painful release.
I needed it to be real this time.
I needed…Loch.
CHAPTER NINE
LOCH
A knockon my door cracks my eyelids open.
“Bruh!” A husky voice whisper-shouts. “Open the fucking door before Alena busts me out here.”
Adrenaline hits my veins. Jumping up, I whip my cabin door open to…
Jace.
Motherfucking sweet pain in my ass, brother number five, Jace.
“Took you long enough.” He shoulders past me, aiming for my kitchen. “She could bust me here any minute.”
Another jolt hits my veins, and I scan outside to our shared parking area. Alena’s truck is gone.Sunday.That’s right. She’s working today.
“Then why the fuck did you risk coming here?”
I let Mutt out and stand in the doorway, watching him mark his territory on a tree—such an alpha dog like me—while Jace starts rummaging through my fridge.
