Page 54 of Pack Plus Three

It was far bigger than any I had ever played with, but instead of being terrified and resisting the urge to run for the hills, I was excited to see just want parts of me that cock could touch.

My leggings followed shortly after, and we were both naked, me lying down while Jeremy knelt between my legs, his fingers idly gliding up and down my slick-soaked lips.

He was taking too long. I needed to feel full, and I needed it immediately.

“How’s best for you? I don’t want to do any position that’ll be uncomfortable,” Jeremy said.

I bit my lip. There was one position that would probably be the most comfortable; it was one of my favorites, and it had the added benefit of calling to an alpha’s baser instincts.

Without replying to him, I rolled over, which took a little effort but was worth it. Presenting, as it was often referred to, was essentially displaying your slick-coated sex to an alpha, usually with the omega bent over in front of them, ass wagging in the air.

It was hard for any alpha to resist a presenting omega.

“Fuck,” Jeremy ground out, taking in the sight with an appreciative grunt. “That’s not fair.”

“Who said I was playing fair?” I panted.

Hands gently brushed across my ass, admiring it as they came to settle in a firm but soft grip at my hips.

Jeremy had me firmly in place, and I wasn’t going anywhere. I was in for the duration, and if the slick that was probably pooling onto the nest sheets at this point was any indication, I was more than excited for it.

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asked.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” I snarled.

I didn’t need to tell him twice.

One second, I was whining and gyrating my hips against nothing in Jeremy’s grip, and the next, my pussy felt like it was being split open as he filled me in one complete thrust.

“Holy fuck!” Jeremy moaned as I howled in pleasure.

I wanted more, I wanted friction. I tried to move my hips, but he held them so firmly in place.

“More,” I moaned.

“Give your body a moment to adjust,” he panted.

I wanted to snarl at him. I needed more. So, while he waited for me to grow accustomed to his size, I clenched down on him several times in rapid succession. His grip almost slipped from my hips as he cursed at the sensation.

Omega muscles were a glorious thing.

“Please,” I whined.

He listened, setting a fast and firm pace that made my mind hum. Everything felt electrified, and I was ready to explode after just a few thrusts.

“I’m not going to last long,” Jeremy admitted. “You feel like a fucking vice.”

I didn’t care, I was already hurtling towards release. We could be one-pump chumps together.

His fingers snaked round to my clit, gently rubbing in firm circles, making me howl with how good it felt.

My mind felt fuzzy, like someone had filled my brain with cotton. All I could focus on was the tightening of my core, the pleasure mounting with each thrust as his cock hit parts of my inner walls that had never been touched before.

A ragged purr built in my chest—sex had never felt so good. Every touch of Jeremy’s sent sparked through my body.

“Alpha,” I whined, demanding more, faster, harder, everything.

“I’m trying to be gentle,” Jeremy groaned, but I could tell his resolve was slipping. I didn’t want gentle, I wanted to feel protected, full, dominated. I wanted to be fucked by a large, overbearing, hockey-playing alpha who had a monster cock and insane cooking skills.

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