Page 13 of In Too Deep

“Need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please,” I whine, desperation making me claw at his shoulders and biceps.

He doesn’t answer with his voice, but instead shifts just right, slamming home until I swear I can feel him in my diaphragm. The stretch is divine, and my head collides with the wall as I lose the strength to keep my neck straight. There’s a long heartbeat when he doesn’t move, both of us struggling for control, it seems. But he moves first, shifting forward even more and hoisting me higher up the wall. I gasp at the angle change, a long groan escaping my throat as he withdraws slowly, only to thrust forward at the same pace.

“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking perfect. Made to take this cock, to take Eli’s cock, and Spencer’s cock. So perfect for us. Ourperfect omega. Say it back,” he babbles, the slow roll of his hips driving me crazy.

“I’m made...to take your cocks. My alphas’ cocks,” I repeat breathily. Leaning forward, I bury my nose in the juncture of his throat and shoulder.

“Tres bein, ma reine. So good for me. A good girl gets what they need,” he says, almost tenderly, as he strokes my hair for a moment.

Stepping back from the wall, his arms around my ribs to keep me clinging to him as he walks out of the shower and over to one of the vanities. The rocking of his steps makes me moan, driving him deep into places inside me I didn’t even know existed. I whimper as he forces me to let go and stand on my own, and my eyes start to burn. He just said he was going to give me what I need. What the fuck–My breath catches as he grabs me by the back of my neck and spins me around, pushing me down so I bend at the waist, my arms coming up to rest on the low vanity. Without preamble, his cock is at my entrance, pushing forward until I’m seeing stars. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a hard pace that leaves me moaning an endless melody.

“Open your eyes,” Oliver growls, his hand going to my hair to force my chin up.

I crack my eyes and find myself looking in the mirror and, fucking hell, what an image before me. Oliver is a glistening god, water and sweat streaming down his chest, but his eyes lock with mine through the reflective glass, his mouth lifting in a snarling grin. Not pausing his thrusts, he reaches down and grabs one of my legs, moving it to rest on a small stool I didn’t notice before.

“Look at how well you take my cock, princess. You’re dripping all over my knot, so fucking wet and perfect,” Oliver pants, punctuating his words with a few sharp thrusts.

I look down at where his thick length disappears into my body, captivated. I really am so wet that little drops fall onto the floor, my essence coating his shaft and his knot with glistening cream.

“Touch your clit for me.”

My hand moves before Oliver even finishes speaking. I hiss out a curse as my fingers glide over my swollen nub, trying to hold on to the counter for dear life as my pussy pulses around Oli’s cock. My climax builds like the twisting of a guitar peg, a wire growing tighter and tighter, a breath away from snapping, but still, it winds higher and higher, and then…

Oli leans down and releases my hair, his hand circling my throat and squeezing slightly as his teeth latch onto my shoulder. The bite of pain, the pressure of his hand on my leg, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises. And then his long moan, and the shuddering exhale, audible confessions of how much pleasure I’m giving him. All of it combines to overload my brain, my pussy squeezing tighter than I’ve ever felt as my release floods my system. I see white, and I can’t stop my hand as it continues to strum my clit, wave after consuming wave dragging me down.

“That’s right, princess. Come all over my cock. Do you want my knot? Do you want to come all over that, too?” Oliver whispers in my ear, slowing only slightly to give me space to breathe.

Whoever said asking for consent mid-fuck isn’t sexy is a goddamn liar.

I’m nodding before I can think better of it, too blissed out on endorphins to care. Oliver’s purr of approval makes me smile, and I snuggle back into his arms as he bands them around my ribs and stomach, holding me against his chest.

“I love watching you come. Love the sounds you make, just for me,” Oliver praises as he picks up the pace again.

The foot on the stool rolls onto the ball as I stand up straighter, still riding the wave of my orgasm even as I see anotherone coming in hot and heavy. I can only moan and whimper, my brain not capable of forming coherent words as Oliver rearranges my insides with that magnificent cock. Swelling more and more with each thrust, his knot teases my entrance. I yelp when Oliver’s lower arm drifts down toward my pelvis, his massive hand pressing hard into my lower belly, hard enough that I swear he could probably feel the tip of his cock through my muscles and skin. It makes him seem twice as thick, and I see stars for a moment.

“You have been such a good girl for me, princess. I’m so close, so close to filling this perfect pussy with my cum and my knot. But you’ve gotta come again for me,” Oliver says, his hips losing their steady rhythm.

Eyes burning slightly, I shake my head. I’m so sensitive, too full of one climax, and I can’t possibly fit another one inside my skin. I’ll explode. I let out another omega whimper, hoping for mercy, but his hand just presses harder into my stomach.

“You can do it. I know you can. I’m going to count to ten, and then we’re going to come together,” Oliver says, so gentle and caring that my heart could melt, which is the only reason I nod my consent.

I yelp in surprise as he pulls out, twisting me around and hoisting me to sit on the counter in one smooth motion. He steps forward, and I spread my legs on instinct, slotting his cock back into my cunt with ease. The new position sends a jolt up my spine, and I grab onto his arms.

“Un,” he starts, settling into hard, deep thrusts that hit my sweet spot every time.

I gasp and moan, my legs shaking.

“Deux.”

Fuck, why does he have to count in French? He goes on at regular intervals, each number seeming to unlock a floodgate inside of me that I didn’t know I had. I’m shaking and strugglingto hold back the force of my release by the time he hits seven, but I don’t dare let go before he finishes.

“Huit,” he moans, almost like he’s struggling to hold on, too.

“Oli, please,” I beg as a tear slips out from one of my eyes.

“Fuck it. Ten. Victoria!” Oliver shouts at last, thrusting forward.

He goes deeper and deeper, the building pressure at my entrance like a fuse, a moment of tension before sweet, orgasmic relief. His knot fits perfectly in the space behind my pubic bone, swelling just a little more to lock us together. We release harmonic moans as I feel his cock twitching, the warm sensation of his cum coating my pulsing walls satisfying something primal inside me.

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