He doesn’t pull out straight away, remaining where he is, gasping. When he kisses me, I taste my slick all over his tongue, before grinning down at me with a hazy expression, almost as if he’s high.
“That was incredible,” he groans, reluctantly withdrawing.
But I’m not done yet. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the last few moments with Tae, the intensity of the desire pulsatingthrough my core hasn’t quelled. My cock-hungry gaze strays to the giant across the room, desperate to rub my slick all over him.
“Nash…?” Although I don’t verbally invite him over, my desperate tone of voice clearly expresses what I need.
“There is one thing you should know about me, omega,” Nash says as he approaches. “I’m going to take good care of you and give you everything you need, but I don’t do gentle. And when we fuck, I want you to call me alpha. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” My pussy pulsates at the thought. “Alpha.”
He smirks, moving closer.
“Present yourself to me, omega.”
His command makes lust blast through me as I scramble off Tae onto the fluffy rug in front of the fire. I roll onto my front, getting on my hands and knees then point my ass up, pressing my cheek into the shag.
“Such a good girl,” Nash hums, his piercing gaze practically scalding my skin. “Spread those thighs even more to let your alpha see your wet pussy wide open.”
I do as he asks, eager to please and make sure he’s getting the best view.
I hear the rattling of a belt, leather sliding out of the loop, and the shedding of fabric dropping to the floor, making me tremble with anticipation.
“Mmm.” The appreciative noise coming from Nash sends a shiver of longing down my spine as I feel the heat of his body behind me. “It’s so fucking hot to see your beta’s cum dripping out of you like that.” His rough finger skims down the length of my pussy, then slides it inside me.
“It’s so hot seeing you pump my cum back inside her like that,” Tae admires from the sofa above us.
Nash continues to plunge into me with his giant finger. Although he’s only using one, it’s about as thick as three of an average man’s fingers, making me tingle with excitement,wondering whether his cock will be just as huge. Hopefully, I can take him…
“Did you enjoy being fucked by Tae?”
“Yes, alpha.”
“Good.” His hand trails down my back and over the top of my round ass before he slaps it, the unexpected sting adding to the hunger flooding my system. “Is your hungry pussy ready to be fucked by an alpha?”
I glance up at Tae who groans, licking his lips while he watches, his cock still gleaming with my slick. There’s no sense of competition between the two of them, only building anticipation, the air seems to fizz with it and excitement.
“Yes, alpha,” I beg. “I need you.”
With no further questions or edging, Nash’s strong arms possessively grab my hips and he enters me in one deep thrust, making me cry out. Although I can’t see his cock, from the way my pussy has to stretch to accommodate him, his gigantic member is definitely in proportion to the rest of his body… fucking massive.
How did I end up here?
TWENTY-ONE
Jagger
The sound of my feet pacing over the floorboards provides a steady thudding rhythm that does little to curb the chaos in my head or drown out the moans floating up from downstairs.
I yank and tear at my hair, the stinging pain of my scalp only a brief distraction. But I’ll do anything to will my body to stay here because she asked me to, despite every cell in my body being pulled to her.
I feel like a teenager who’s been sent upstairs by a parent while they’re having a party downstairs. But I’m not mad at her. No, I don’t blame her. I reserve all my fury for myself.
You’re a piece of shit, Jagger,my inner voice reminds me.This is what you deserve. After what you did, how could you expect to be the one holding her? Providing her comfort and relief when she needs it most?
Damn, her smell is so intoxicating that I can practically taste it. Her syrupy-sweet caramel apple scent calls to me, causing my knot to swell, as if her smell is somehow wrapping around my shaft and holding it in its grasp. It’s a taunting reminder of what I chose to walk away from.
I double over when another of Delilah’s uninhibited moans seems to make the walls vibrate. I should probably blast somemusic or put some headphones on—anything to distance myself from what’s happening. Yet I don’t, forcing myself to endure every torturous second.
