Текст книги "Jace"

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As if summoned by his words, the knife twisted sharply inside me now—not pleasure, just pain.

“How much time are you going to waste sitting there on the floor, smearing your slick all over it, while your cunt throbs for what only I can give you?”

I didn’t want to let out a whine, but it forced its way out from between my teeth as I moved now, onto my hands and knees, the position soothing the ache, if only for a second. I heard the wood of the door creak as he pressed harder against it, the slight groan of the hinges.

“Open the door, omega. You don’t hurt yourself, aching for me, and you don’t fucking lock me out, away from what’s mine. Open the door.”

His voice was a heavy hand on the back of my neck, clearing all the chaos inside my head and redirecting it.

“Open the door. Choose to accept what you are while you still can. Choose to alleviate a pain that will only grow the longer you hold out. Choose me, omega.”

It was that, that slight break in all those fatalistic words, where the alpha façade cracked for a second and then there was only this—an answering need, pain, desire, a twin of my own. One that would sweep in and take us over, make us one. That was what I knew would happen, as my trembling hand slid up the door, what had me running earlier. Betas made love and broke love with seeming incomprehensible ease, but us? We were dragged together by instincts we didn’t understand and welded tight, for better or worse.

And all I could do was hope for better.

My body was racked by waves of pain as my shaking hands turned the knob, Jace coaxing me, talking me through it, praising me for being such a good omega. Then there I was, on my knees before him, seeing those powerful thighs, those big broad hands as they made short work of his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, undressing until there was only him.

I surged up, feeling a certainty I’d never felt before, my hands on his thighs only for seconds before I wrapped them around him.

“Fuck yes…” he hissed as I tried to close my fingers around his thick girth and failed, pumping that rigid cock before moving closer.

That scent of his that eased my pain, drowned me in him, was the most intense here, and he chuckled, low and rough with his need, when I pressed my nose into the curls of his pubic hair, breathing him before my other instincts kicked in. A firm hand to the back of my neck, a real one now, it helped guide my mouth where it needed to go. Initially, I struggled, just licking up and down his length, unsure what the hell I was going to do with a frigging monster cock, but then my tongue flicked over the broad crown.

He groaned, more a growl.

The taste of him, his pre-cum, exploded in my mouth, right as another deep groan escaped him. I made a frantic little sound before fastening my lips around him, sucking hard, seeking more.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. Take what you need.” His voice turned dark, intense, but I didn’t care anymore. My hands, my mouth, my head, his hand, we worked together now, all focussed on a common goal.

One of my hands moved on instinct, cupping those massive balls, coaxing them to give me what I needed, but discovering that big swelling that no beta sported—the near legendary knot. My fingers spanned it, tightening to the almost painful sound of his groan.

“Omega, you’re destroying my fucking control,” he rumbled. “Harder…that’s it, baby. So fucking good. Soon, your tight little cunt will be snapping around it, squeezing the cum out of me. Fuck, that’s it. I’m coming.”

His hands cupped my face, not letting me pull away as the deluge came. Rope after rope of a cum so sweet, I almost mistook it for something else, shot into my mouth. I swallowed frantically, wanting and needing every drop, a weird kind of euphoria suffusing me as he filled my throat to my continued suckling, until finally, he pulled away with a pop.

He looked down at me like I’d hung the fucking moon or something, not blown him from my knees. Reaching down, he swiped a stray drop of cum off my chin before forcing it between my lips, groaning, eyes hooded when I sucked him clean.

“That’s my good girl. I think it’s time for your reward. You said you needed me.” His fingers squeezed over his hard dick, what we’d done having barely taken the edge off, so he was more than ready for more. “I’m a man of my word, baby. You’ll always find that to be true.”

And with that, he scooped me up, throwing me onto the bed and following me down. His body was hot, heavy, but I wrapped my arms and legs around it, needing and wanting that contact. His lips found my neck, breathing me in, nipping at the skin there, which only made me squirm harder.

“Need your taste, your slick, your cunt…” he mumbled between kisses, forcing my mouth open to take all of him. “Need you, omega.”

I didn’t have the words to reply, being too far gone at that point, but right then, every part of me agreed.

4

Jace

The omega lay there, panting and writhing on the bed now as her awakening frenzy slammed into her hard, and I was there for it. Those tight little beads of nipples, her cunt glistening with slick… She was caught in the midst of a change that would transform her life, and I’d be the one to finalise those changes. As I moved closer, wanting and needing her so fucking much, my teeth began to grind with the effort of holding myself back, because…I was an alpha with fucking hang ups and I’d never been with an omega before.

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I should get someone else, someone more experienced, to tend to her for her first time.

But it was too late now. I was close enough to taste.

Mine! he roared.

Shut the fuck up, I snapped back, feeling my fangs ache with the need to bite her, claim her. I can’t do this with you riding me.

A growl rumbled in my chest at the thought of any other male touching Sloane. They’d need to tranquillise my arse to get me to leave this fucking room. She needed tending to, even if it wasn’t yet for heat, but I could get through this. I could give her what her body craved, and after, I would not turn into a raging maniac. If I didn’t bite her, if she didn’t go into heat, we could get up and go our separate ways afterwards.

My hands shook as they skimmed down the side of her body. When had my hands ever shaken like this? I couldn’t fucking remember. Her scent was crawling under my skin, driving my mind deeper into the dark, edgy underworld, where animal instinct ruled.

My lips followed the path of my hand, closing over the stiff peak of her nipple and sucking hard. Her back arched into it, little mewling sounds pouring from her lips as her fingers clenched my hair. Her responsiveness lit an echo of her fire in me. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the nipple, a low purr of satisfaction rumbling in my chest.

Primal needs tore through me, each seeking precedence.

Mark.

Claim.

Breed.

I sucked a deep breath in, sensing the fucking line calling me to cross it. Marking her seemed like a good place to start, but my marks would fade, although my beast recoiled at the thought of that.

My lips popped off her nipple, nose nudging the side of her tit before I sucked on the plump flesh. Her hands tightened, hips rocking against my belly, smearing it with slick. I dropped a little more weight onto her, pinning her in a way instinct told me she would like.

“Mm…” She panted, hands lowering, nails scoring my shoulders. “Please, Jace.”

Yeah, she was all in on the marking.

I ignored her pleas. Little omega had dared to run from me, so now she was going to wait for my cock until I was good and ready, and I was far from being done claiming these perfect, pretty tits. As my mouth moved on, another red welt formed.

My beast rose, even as the man in me sank deeper still. By the time I lifted my head, her tits were swollen and littered with evidence of my possession, but it was time for me to feast. She whined when I shifted, her nails raking over my flesh. Gathering her wrists in one hand, I pinned them to the bed over her head and lowered my mouth toward hers.

She growled at me, eyes spitting fire when I held my lips just out of reach.

“Open your legs wider,” I said.

Her thighs popped open, glistening cunt mine for the taking.

I lowered my head, snatching a kiss before lifting again.

“I’m going to enjoy your pussy now, baby, and you’re going to be my good girl and keep your hands right here.”

Another lingering kiss, and I couldn’t help but let her have my tongue. She sucked greedily, pouting when I drew away.

“You move them, and the clock starts again.”

“No!”

“Yes,” I said, cupping her cheek, keeping her eyes on me. “You move, and I start all over again. I’ll keep you waiting for the knot your pussy is craving.”

I was standing on the precipice, and I wanted her right there with me. Gazing up at me, she nodded once, eyes glazed, lips glistening and a little puffy from my kiss. Mouth curving up in a smirk, I released her hands, watching as she fisted them against the pillow.

“Good girl,” I said as I shifted, attention lowering to where she was weeping for me. My mouth had been fucking watering long before I spread her even wider and lowered my head. She twitched with the first swipe of my tongue.

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I held her still and gorged myself on her slick, lapping, licking, and nibbling before closing my lips around her clit and sucking.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her whole body locked up, and she flooded me with slick. It was like a bomb detonating inside my head. My cock was so fucking hard, it was trying to rut through the bed. Her small hands were in my hair, but I didn’t fucking care. I just kept on eating her out, driving more of her slick to gush from her pussy, more of those sweet mewling sounds to pour from her lips, like I might die if they fucking stopped.

Her hoarse cries finally broke through the frenzy. Head lifting, I stared up at the omega sprawled out on my bed, chest rising and falling on a pant, face flushed and pupils blown.

“Please, please, please, Jace. I can’t… I’m so empty. Please take it away.”

Omega needs us now.

Rising, I swiped a hand down my face, lungs full of her scent, trying to find solid ground when it felt like the room was moving around me. My cock was so hard, I could drive fucking nails with it. I took it in hand to line it up with her puffy pussy, bringing a groan to her lips.

Knot her, he demanded. We must.

I could not fucking wait a second. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get inside her. Barely had I snagged my dick in her entrance than I surged deep.

Her back arched off the bed, fingers clawing at my arse, legs wrapping around me like she was terrified I was going to leave her. Like I could? I’d fucking die if someone tried to take this perfect clenching heaven away from me.

“Good girl,” I rumbled, head lowering to the crook of her throat, trying to ground myself. I felt like I was falling, drowning, and crashing all at once. “Open up for me, baby. Let me in.”

“Don’t stop!” A great sob erupted from her chest. Her pussy was like a fucking vice around me, sucking me in and pushing me out.

Bracing an arm around her arse, I pulled out and thrust back in, feeling her give and myself sink deeper. “You feel too fucking good,” I said. “I’m not going to fucking last.”

One more deep thrust, and I bottomed out, cock to the root, my knot already swelling with blood as she clamped down on me with her inner muscles. A shudder rippled through me, sweat breaking out over my body. Heaven and hell collided as I braced my knees and began to fuck her. The wet slaps of our meeting flesh were music to my ears and damn near took me over the edge.

My knot was growing, the sensation of it sliding in and out of her hot cunt sublime. No beta pussy had ever felt like this. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the experience of being inside Sloane.

“Come with me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

And she did, locking down on me in clenching waves, forcing me to grit my teeth and work the knot in one last time. Her hips slammed up as hard as mine slammed down. It was like we were both trying to fuse with one another. My cum left me in an explosion, balls tight and cock jerking as I filled her hot cunt with my seed.

Breed.

My cock jerked again, and another great gush of cum left me in a heady rush.

“Good girl,” I crooned in her ear. “Keep squeezing your alpha, encourage him to fill you all up.”

Tell me to breed you.

Her nails were in my arse, and I fucking loved it. Her small teeth in my pec, biting, and I fucking loved that as well.

Mark me as yours.

Gusty breaths followed. My cock continued to jolt, while her pussy continued to clench.

Sanity was slow to return.

Our combined cum was sliding down my balls and saturating the bed. Her teeth, her nails, her legs wrapped around my waist brought all my crazy buried instincts to the fore.

I wanted her again.

I wanted her tomorrow.

I didn’t want another male to ever look at her again.

5

Sloane

I don’t care what anyone tells you, there was nothing more awkward than waking up next to a one-night stand—a stranger who appeared in your bed overnight, dragged there by alcohol, drugs, or in my case, by some weird fucking chemical reaction that had me turning into something else altogether. I peeled myself away from the sheets, sensing two things. The way the fabric clung to me, sticking to my skin, reminded me that last night’s events were real and not a fever dream. That and the sun, streaming in through the bedroom windows and illuminating him.

My fingers twitched as I stared down at his sleeping form, feeling the desire and need to stroke them through his thick brown hair, over the brutal planes of his face. Familiar on a cellular level and yet so completely alien, he was a stranger and he was also my alpha.

Jace.

I hissed at that, barely a whisper, but he moved, roused, woke, like a beast in its cave and I’d been the one to poke him. When those brown eyes met mine, deep chocolate coloured, the skin around them crinkling as he yawned before one of those huge arms went around me and pulled me back down, that reality hit me hard. My mind might be racketing around in my skull, fluttering like a moth against a window, but my body, it knew. It was there in the way I slotted against his big body, sheltered by that massive ridge of muscle and bone, made small and fragile in return. Our size differences, his scent, the way he held me with complete and utter possessiveness said it all—things had changed. I wasn’t an independent and self-sufficient beta anymore. I was an omega.

“My omega…” he sighed, as if in counterpoint to my thought, and didn’t those words sting as they branded me? But not unpleasantly. I was used to this, tossing aside what I’d thought I wanted or needed, having to do the same when Mum and Dad died. Right now, right here, held so close I could hear the heavy thud of his heart and the whistle of his breath, I found myself accepting this change in roles, settling against his chest. I was rewarded then with a hand spanning my shoulder blades and stroking, bringing my awareness and my body back to the here and now. Again and again, he stroked me, making low, satisfied little grunts with each pass, running his hand up and down until the awkwardness bled away and there was only this.

I was sure he would consider my movements naughty, further evidence of my rebellious omega nature, but I pulled away, needing that tiny little physical space as I grappled with a need for a little emotional distance. What the fuck was I thinking? Em, Jewel, Jude? What the hell had happened? Had Jude got them home? Were they locked away somewhere in… What was this bloody place? Ensconced in some alpha’s bedroom, waking up ready to face the walk of shame or…

“They’re safe,” he replied to my unconscious deluge, not even cracking an eyelid while I hung there, staring. “I made sure the boys put them in cabs and got them home in one piece. Knew that’d worry you.”

I didn’t reply, struck speechless by someone else stepping up and seeing to the responsibility that was Em. I couldn’t even tell you how I felt about it, the idea so foreign, I couldn’t grasp it. So the response, a hot, hot flush of lust, was delayed. Yeah, I was getting used to that, feeling my pussy begin to seep again distressingly. But more? Where the hell did that come from? A wave of gratitude, appreciation, want, need, rose and rose, and at its crest, there was something else—something that kept me pinned to the bed, even when he moved, rolling me onto my back and covering my body with his.

“You look after her,” he said, then kissed me before I could reply, the faintest press of his mouth, before he pulled back. “Everything you do is for her.” Another kiss, like a punctuation mark, but it was starting to blur the meaning of his words as my body began to respond. “I know what that’s like.”

Then he stopped, me staring at him, him staring at me.

“I’ve got a sister that I look after too. She’s an omega, but, Sloane?” This kiss was slower, deeper, much more thorough, claiming my mouth until I was forced to pull back and suck breaths in. “What’s yours is mine, baby. Your worries.” A kiss on my collarbone. “Your concerns.” One on my neck, making me arch my spine. “Your responsibilities.” His teeth, fastening on the skin there, just holding a fold until I began to squirm, feeling an alien need for more. For those sharp fangs to clamp down, breaking the skin as he broached me, spearing inside as he marked me much more thoroughly than he had last night. A small whine escaped me in response, but he chuckled, pulling back and staring down at me. “I told you, I’ve got you, Sloane.” His eyes roamed across my skin. “All of you.”

What was left of me, Sloane, beta, sister, daughter, thrashed around inside me, fighting to get free, but I was an omega in the presence of a very big, very hard alpha, so that got pushed rudely to one side. Instead, something so completely alien happened. My body went limp, my heart rate beginning to slow as a feeling of sweet, sweet surrender overwhelmed me. For now, there was only here, now, him.

A him that saw my moment of weakness and intended to exploit it as best as he could, for my benefit.

He’d called it rutting, but right now, it didn’t feel like that, the word not fitting the way he seemed to read my body as he went up on his knees, stroking his hands up and down me in an almost soothing caress. There were none of the cruel pinching fingers of last night that had made me insane with pleasure. Instead, he seemed content to drive me mad in a much more gentle way.

“My beautiful girl…”

His hands spanned my collarbone, my shoulders and my arms, creating frantic little twitches of pleasure before moving on. When they swept up again to stroke across my hips, my stomach, my ribcage, he snorted when I arched my back. He seemed to want to pet me, but I couldn’t be still and let him. I felt a pulse start deep inside me, a slow, ponderous throb, and each pass of his hand stoked it higher so that when he cupped my breasts, I was panting.

“These…” My breasts were dwarfed by his hands and aching for more, his fingers tracing the outer ring of my nipple but no more. “I could spend my fucking day exploring every inch of these and call it good.” My areola puckered in desperation, the points beginning to ache like whatever it was inside me. “Pinching these little nipples.” The sound that came from me was fucking debauched, a groan of surrender and need. “Pulling them just enough to make it sting.”

What. The actual. Fuck. What should’ve hurt only made my nerve endings sing. This had begun all gentle and sweet, and here was I, wriggling like a fish because I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain started.

“Soothing them with kisses until I scent that your slick is beginning to run.”

And then there it came, one set of fingers holding my breast ready while his mouth descended on the other, his tongue tracing, flicking, then his lips closing over where I ached the most and sucking.

That was the problem with people you’d had fucking hot sex with—their every action reminded you of past successes. I knew the prickle of his stubble, the firm stroke of his tongue all over my body, and the rest of it screamed for more of the same. Finally, I did as he asked, being a good little omega, slick coming out of my cunt in a gush. His head jerked up, and for a split second, I felt a childlike rush of shame. This was so embarrassing, like a child getting caught wetting the bed, but his expression killed that feeling dead. He stared at me for a moment with an attitude of reverence, as if that small involuntary act was a gift of great magnitude to him.

“You’re still getting used to this body,” he said, way too insightfully, “but I can show you exactly what it’s capable of.” A finger slid down my midline, down, down, tracing a small circle around my belly button before going lower, to exactly where I needed him. I began to shift, twist, but his hand clamped, keeping me where I was. “More pleasure than you know what to do with. More than you can get your head around. More than you’ve ever known. Do you want that, Sloane?”

What could I do but nod furiously? Alpha, beta, or omega, it didn’t make a difference, not when faced by this. Sweat prickled over my skin, and it felt like a fire followed in its wake before chasing his fingers between my legs.

“Up on all fours, love,” he said, more growl than instruction now. I wasn’t about to say no, hearing the desire there. “I need you open and ready for me. All of you.”

I didn’t think too much about that, scrambling to do as he said, the promise of pleasure singing in my blood, nor did I notice the sound of a bottle cap being popped and a wet squirt, but I soon found out as I knelt there, head buried down in the pillows, sucking in mouthfuls of his scent. It was that which had my head spinning, only able to focus on the slap of one of his hands down on my hip, and the other? Slick fingers swiped over my arsehole, leaving a confusing tumble of sensations in their wake.

“Don’t fret, omega,” he said as I began to move restively, struggling to stay still, to process what he was doing. “You’re still getting to know what you are, and I’m going to help you.”

That was all the warning I got as he raised the hand not tracing the outline of my butt, then brought it slapping down across my pussy, dragging a scream from me, but not from pain precisely. An intense, intense warmth spread from the impact site, out and into my body, my cunt convulsing frantically.

“You haven’t had enough, omega,” he said as he massaged his fingers through my folds, spearing inside me for a second, enough to drag a low, drawn-out moan from me. And my clit? Sometimes, it had felt like the bloody thing was MIA when I was having sex with betas, but now it throbbed, pulsing with that same fire that had been building within me since we’d started this. When he stroked it, an honest-to-goodness growl escaped me as my whole body shuddered with pleasure.

“Come now,” he said in a cajoling tone as a thumb was thrust in. “Just a little one. Something to take the edge off before we build up to the main event.”

I’d always snorted at CEOs ordering their secretaries to come on command in the romances I’d read to try and get to sleep, but I’d never factored in the alpha component. My body was his, humming wildly to a tune he created and that deadly sense of knowledge, that he knew exactly how I’d respond before I did, which resulted in this. His short, thick thumb pushed inside my cunt, teasing me with its lack, reminding me just how good it felt to be filled by him. I did just as he said, feeling a rush of pleasure somewhat ruined by being knotless, which was reflected in my inarticulate cry.

“Not enough for you, omega?” I heard the smugness in his voice. “Don’t worry—with me, you’ll get everything you need, always.”

There was a threat in his words, but mainly, it was an honest, heartfelt promise, that ragged tone something I held onto as he pulled his hand back.

Jace

Her responses were everything I’d heard of. We were new to each other. She was new to being an omega, while I was new to being with an omega. So yeah, we both had a lot of learning to do. What we did last night had been rutting, but this…this was sensual play. I’d done this before, many times, but never on this level, never with this connection.

Never with Sloane.

“Please,” she said, like she didn’t know exactly what she wanted, only that it was more than what she’d gotten.

“You need more, love?” My slick fingers traced along her pussy, catching her sensitive clit. She gasped and pushed back, groaning when I took my hand completely away from the little nub. Her arse was fucking perfect, and I took my time squeezing and petting it, liking how it filled my big hands, but that little puckered rosebud was definitely calling to me. Time to explore how sensual a creature she was. As my fingertips traced a circle around that arsehole, a shudder rippled through her.

“Are you sensitive here, love?” Her answer was a fresh trickle of slick and her clenching. At my open-handed spank against her buttock, she let out a small gasp and buried her face deeper into the bed. “Don’t try to keep it in, baby. This is natural for an omega. I couldn’t give a fuck if you saturate my whole fucking bed. I need you too. Makes my dick twitch and balls clench every time you gush slick.”

She’d blushed a pretty shade of pink when her pussy had leaked earlier too. I’d grown up expecting to be a beta, so I’d heard all the bullshit they were fed about us, knew first hand the damage it did to my sister. They made alphas and omegas sound like deviants, causing us to feel dirty and depraved, but I couldn’t think of anything more natural for an omega than to show her lover how well she enjoyed what he did.

One hand bracing her hip, my fingers returned to her arsehole. She tensed, but not as much as before, a battle taking place as her body’s responses warred with her determination of what a ‘good’ beta should be and do. Seemed to me the training had missed the mark, given how many betas came into the alpha controlled zone looking for the darker play that came naturally to us.

I kept the pressure light, giving her a chance to get used to the sensations. Her pussy wept continuously, so much that I could see slick trickling down her thighs. Then I mixed it up, one fingertip gently scraping over that little sensitive rosebud, and another little huff was breathed into the bed. My dick wanted in her weeping cunt so badly, but this was about her, about showing her what her body was capable of. I paused long enough for another good squirt of lube, smiling when it had the predictable effect of making her tense up.

“I’m not putting my dick in here today, baby,” I said. “So get that worry out of your mind.” I grinned. “But you can bet I’m thinking about it,” I added just as I pushed the tip of my finger past that tight, resistant ring.

She groaned into the bedding, and my grin grew broader.

I slid my other hand around to cup the mound of her pussy, letting the pads of my fingers rest over her clit. Her arse clenched around the end. She was going to come again, sooner than I wanted, if I was judging this right.

“Good girl, I said. “You’re taking this so well.” I slipped my fingertip out her little arsehole and pushed it straight back in again, pulling more whimpering, more trickling slick from her. My fingertip moved in and out, waking up all the little nerves here, then I timed sinking to the first knuckle to coincide with a gentle strum of her clit.

“Don’t come,” I growled, sensing that she was already close. This next one needed to build up.

“Jace,” she gasped out, clenching down on my finger like a vice.

“Relax, baby,” I said. “You can do this. I promise, I’m not going to do more than you can handle. Just stay with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied on a little breathy gasp.

“Good girl,” I said encouragingly. My fingers turned slippery as I gently circled her swollen clit, my other finger pumping in and out of her arse slowly, just enough to arouse more sensations. My cock leaked a trail of pre-cum all the way to the bed, but I didn’t care about that either. My pleasure could wait. I was high on her reactions, her every twitch and sigh making me fucking delirious. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes, so good,” she said on a groan. “How does it feel so good?”

No one had done this with her before, and that turned me on so hard. I liked being the first one to touch her here, her first alpha. I’d be the first one to show her many things, if I had my way.

Yess… he purred.

She relaxed under the gentle attention, letting me push deeper and open her up as my finger slipped in and out. I imagined my finger was my dick, hearing the guttural noises she would make as she threw her hips back, seeking more, harder, deeper, unable to help herself, because an omega was an alpha’s perfect counterpart. These had been mere words before, concepts I’d accepted on an intellectual level, but now I was coming to fully understand them.

“Good girl,” I said. “You’re taking this so well. Let yourself relax for me, baby. That’s it.”

I mixed it up by pulling all the way out and circling the entrance to her arse before pushing my finger back in, over and over again, feeling her flutter around my finger, feeling her tense, then relax, accepting me inside. Little sobs began to fall from her lips. She didn’t like it when I pulled out, but she was close, very close. I was right there with her, and my dick hadn’t got a look in yet.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, so, so good. Please. Please, let me come. I don’t…I don’t think I can hold it.”

“You can. Relax for me.”

I left off her clit and, taking my cock in hand, lined up with the entrance to her pussy…then sank the tip in. Fuck, that felt so fucking perfect—hot, tight, and a filthy kind of wet from her slick. I fucking loved everything about this. She was closer still, and it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Sinking my finger to the second knuckle in her arse, I began to shallowly thrust my cock in and out.