Page 67 of Lying Lainey

“Yes,” she answered, her voice so low I almost didn’t hear it over the water.

“Do you want me to do it again?” I inquired.

“Yes, please.”

I grinned and stepped closer so my cock brushed her stomach. “Please, what? I want to give you everything you need, Lainey, but you have to tell me what that is.”

She grasped my cock in one hand as her other came to rest on the back of my neck. The woman looked me dead in the eyes as she spoke, “I want you to lather me up from head to toe so our bodies glide together. Then I want you to press me up against the glass and fuck me from behind until I’m screaming your name so loud the others come to check on us.”

Fuck.

“Oh, you naughty vixen.” I chuckled. “You want them to come in and see your breasts smashed against the glass as I rut so deep inside you that I will make damn sure you’re pregnant if you’re not already.”

She shivered at my words, making me want to say more. It took the three of us all of two seconds to realize the effect of dirty talk on this woman. The more we said it, the tighter she got, the harder she rode us, and how fucking intense those orgasms were compared to others. Not only did our little Omega like the thrill of almost getting caught, but she wanted you to describe what it would be like if she did get caught.

Unable to hold back, I dropped my head to capture her lips with mine as I grabbed her ass, hoisting her up. Fuck the soap. Fuck the mitt. I needed my cock in this woman, and I needed it to happen now.

“Tell me, Lainey, if I called you into my office at work and fucked you over my desk… how loud would you scream?” I asked as I pressed her back against the glass, pinning her tight with my body and rolling my hips so my cock rubbed along her pussy.

“Hell yes, I would scream, especially if you didn’t waste time with foreplay. I can just imagine the feel of your thick cock filling my tight and needy pussy,” she shared, painting a picture of her fantasy.

Shifting her, I felt the head of my cock find her entrance. “You mean like this?”

Shoving into her with a single hard thrust, I got about half my cock in before I had to pull out and try again. Lainey shrieked as her nails dug into my skin, sending sparks of pain through my body, but the tightness of her pussy wrapping around my cock outweighed the discomfort.

“Fuck yes, Keri.” She panted, using the nickname I only let the guys use, but it sounded right coming from her. “Fill my pussy with that fucking cock of yours and make it so no one but the three of you will ever be enough for me.”

“Is that the game we’re playing right now?” I challenged. “You want me to erase all memory of the shitty dicks from your past until only ours matter?”

“Yes,” she screamed as I made it balls deep on the third try. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

“Then hold on tight, you’re about to get your wish,” I warned, taking a beat before pulling back until I was almost about to fall out and thrust it back in.

I fucked her hard as I whispered in her ear, “If one of us hasn’t already filled you with a child, then I promise you here and now, I will the next time. There won’t be any more skipping heats for you, my vixen. We will turn those moments into memories you’ll never forget as we rut into you, claiming you until our combined efforts create new life.”

Lainey’s heart hammered in her chest as she clung to me, moaning at the impact of my thrusts forced out of her with each stroke. When I felt like I was getting too close to finishing, I pulled Lainey off me, and spun her around so the story she’d painted for me first became a reality.

“This is what you wanted, right? To be on display for anyone who walked in to see me pounding into you from behind,” I taunted as I teased the entrance of her pussy with my cock. A whine tumbled out of Lainey as she tried to back up onto my dick, but I held her in place. “What did I tell you? If you want something, you need to use your words.”

“Please, Keri, fuck me. Shove your cock into me and fill me with your cum as you knot me,” Lainey begged, desperation clear in her voice. “I want my body and mind to know what my heart does… that I belong here with you.”

“Damn right, you do,” I agreed, fisting her hair to arch her backward so I could kiss her as I filled her once more. Drinking down her cries of pleasure as I fucked her was a euphoric feeling I never wanted to end.

Breaking the kiss, I dropped my head to her shoulder as I fucked her with all the feelings I didn’t know how to say or express. There was so much that had happened in the past week, not to mention the past hour. Feelings rioted in me, ranging from terrified we’d lose her to the fucking Syndicate, joy at the thought of her possibly carrying our child, and the warmth of love that was growing with every minute I spent with Lainey. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her from the glass to hold her close as I felt my climax nearing.

It took everything in me not to mark her, to claim what I knew was mine to hold for the rest of my life. Yet it had to be her choice. She had to want it as much as I did, and I wasn’t sure we were there. I knew in time Lainey would accept all we had to offer her, but a woman who’d been running from herself all her life wasn’t going to adjust to settling down simply because we asked her to. Instead, I kissed her neck and latched my mouth on it working to leave a hickey where I eagerly wished to leave the real thing.

“Lainey,” I whispered. “Can I mark you?” The words were out of me before I could stop them.

She gripped my arms, digging in her nails as I felt her tightening around me so close to coming herself. “Soon, but not yet. I want to know we’re safe first.”

Of course, she was right. It made no sense to do this when the danger wasn’t gone from our lives. That gave me the awareness I couldn’t knot her right now. We needed to shower and get this part of the deal over with. Pulling back just enough that my knot was outside her, I came with a shout.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Lainey.” I groaned, feeling my cock pulsing in her core as it milked me within an inch of my life. “I wish I could fucking knot you tight, hold you in my arms, and spoil you the way I want to right now. However, as you said, we aren’t safe yet, and I don’t trust the Syndicate or Reuben not to find a way to fuck us over.”

Sagging in my hold, she nodded absently. “You’re right, it’s too early for us to think we’re off the hook.”

“Man, it would be fucking nice to have a bench in here so I could let you rest as I cleaned you up,” I muttered.