Page 25 of Pixel Perfect Pack

“I’m going to touch you,” Adair says, pushing one headphone to the side so he can hear my reply. “Is that okay?”

I nod furiously, the voice in my head wants to tell Adair it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Years of speaking with him online, receiving gifts every month, the sheer surprise of having him here in my home taking care of me in my most vulnerable state. All of it has added up to this moment when finally, maybe, Adair might just…

And he does.

His lips lock around my clit, tongue swirling around and around until my ass is bucking up off the seat. He took his time to put the headphones back in place so that he’s in his own little bubble. I don’t mind, whatever he needs to do to make this easier for him, I’m game.

His tongue is like warm, wet velvet against my most sensitive spot. He switches between tentative kitten licks and long, swooping motions. When he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and hums with pleasure, I come undone. It’s impossible to stop it, the orgasm appearing out of nowhere and ricocheting through every limb. Adair doesn’t stop, he drinks down my slick with obscene slurping noises and I realise with clarity that he’s meant every single lovely thing he’s ever said to me. These aren’t the ministrations of a man without feelings, these are the actions of a man so head over heels he’d do anything for me. I don’t know if it’s power or emotions that rush to my head and make me dizzy, maybe it’s just the second orgasm I’m hurtling towards.

He sits back on his heels, admiring his handy work but he doesn’t rest. Bringing his hand up to my core, he runs a finger around my entrance before plunging one long, adept finger inside. He curls it skyward, exploring until he finds that spot deep inside where his knot should be pressed against. He prods and massages that spot, going around and around it until my legs are shaking in his and Orion’s grasp.

I want to beg him for more; hell, I’d pray to him like a god but I know he can’t hear me. His face is twisted in concentration, lips shiny with my slick and his tongue poking out to perch on his top lip.

A second finger pushes inside, squelching as he forces it knuckle deep. This time he scissors those delicious fingers of his, stretching my pussy wider and wider until the telltale burn makes it impossible for me to stay quiet. My heat bubbles up, escaping the neat little box I’d tucked it away in. I’d been trying to do Adair a favour by concealing as many of my symptoms as possible, terrified that it’d put him off or frighten him away. The stretch of his fingers inside me makes that impossible. I can’t fight against the feelings anymore; the desperation I feel is all-consuming and unstoppable. If I could just hold out a little longer, just a few more minutes so I can enjoy everything Adair is making me feel. The delicious pressure of his fingers being deep inside me, pressing against my g-spot and reminding me he’s in complete control of everything I am feeling.

I tap his shoulder. I tap it hard.

Instantly, he stops what he’s doing and uses his shoulder to shove the headphones off one ear.

His mouth is parted in fright, like a startled deer in the headlights.

“I need your knot, Adair,” I tell him. “I tried to hold out, I tried, I really did but I can’t anymore. I need it.” It comes out like a long whine, animalistic and pathetic. I can see the hesitation written all over Adair’s face but I also see the obvious bulge in his jeans. He wants this as much as I do, even if his mind is trying to tell him otherwise.

“She needs you, Adair,” Orion encourages, his bone-rumblingly deep voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Kito still hovers at the back of the chair, fingers tracing patterns across my chest. “You can take all her pain away, Adair. You can do it; we know you can.”

Adair stands to his full, colossal height. His six-foot-six frame towering over me and casting darkness across my face. For a minute I think he’s about to change his mind, about to turn around and walk out and leave me like this. When he reaches for the button of his jeans and flicks it open, my whole body lights up. He undoes his zip slowly, pushing the dark denim down his thighs and letting them pool on the floor.

He’s built like a runner, with strong, lean legs and a muscular torso with sharp hip bones that jut out. Different to Kito and Orion’s larger physiques, but just as fucking majestic. And his cock, fuck! His cock! It’s standing to attention, bobbing against his stomach. As thick as my forearm and covered in a pattern of veins. His knot is already puffy and swollen at the base and the size is at the very least, intimidating. Even in the middle of my heat I wonder if it’ll fit.

“You can take it, Princess,” Orion soothes as Adair steps forward. Kito’s hands move down to cup my breasts, trapping my nipples between his fingers and tugging just enough to make me groan. I know what they’re doing. The breast play and the dirty talk, they’re making sure I’m ready to take Adair.

“Your perfect pussy will stretch for him, won’t it? Just think how good that’ll feel,” Orion purrs, the sound vibrating in his chest and sending a wave of calm across me that is nearly indescribable. Like sinking into a warm bath.

Adair reaches down to adjust the gaming chair, pumping the metal lever until the seat starts to rise. It goes up and up until my hips are in line with his. I realise, perhaps for the first time, that he’s going to fuck me right here in the first place we ever met. The place where we talked for the first time. Where I made him laugh. Where we played games all together and shared so many stupid moments. It’s heartwarming enough to bring a tear to my eye, and so utterly perfect. Kito is still standing behind the chair so it doesn’t move and Orion is kneeling at my side, his fingertips toying with an escaped tendril of pink hair.

In what I can only perceive as a moment of bravery, Adair removes the pink headphones from his ears and leaves them hanging around his neck.

“I want to hear the sounds you make while I fuck you,” he explains, eyes locking with mine, refusing to blink or look away. He positions the head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in inch by glorious inch until I’m sure there can’t be more.

“Look at us,” Adair whispers. “Look at how perfect we fit.”

It’s like he’s talking to himself, and as I look down to the place where we’re joined I can’t help but let my hand wander south. He’s only halfway inside, his knot hard and purple at the base. I run my fingers over my folds and his cock, taking just a moment to toy with the knot that, in a matter of minutes, will hopefully be tucked inside me.

Adair draws in a sharp breath when my fingers graze the sensitive skin of his knot, his eyes rolling back in his head. I wrap my hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck, Jess,” Adair laughs, but there’s a sadness to it. “You’re so perfect, how are you so perfect?” With one rough thrust, he bottoms out inside me, knot edging against my entrance and balls slapping against my ass.

“Perfect for you,” I reply, struggling to find the air to say the words. Adair’s cock is so big it’s literally stolen my breath away.

Adair starts to move, pulling out and thrusting back in so hard that I can feel the sharp edge of his hip bones digging into my upper thighs. I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow but I don’t care, I want the evidence of our time together painted across my skin for the world to see.

With each thrust from Adair, Kito and Orion work to stop the chair from rolling across the bedroom floor. I’m grateful, the last thing I want is to crack my skull open on the hardwood floor.

The more he fills me, the more the heat inside me grows like the blaze of a wildfire: all-consuming and terrifyingly beautiful. Adair moves his body, seating his cock deep inside me as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue runs across my bottom lip and I capture it with mine, the scent of wild heather and freshly fallen rain blankets me. I feel the same safety with Adair that I did with Orion and Kito and I know in my heart I’ll never be able to let them go. Not after all this. Not knowing that they’re the one thing I’d never thought I’d find. That nobody ever finds.

A scent match.

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