Page 195 of Ashley & the A-Listers

He loved her.

Cameron dragged her down to him this time, the kiss desperate as he begged for entrance. She allowed it, and their tongues twined as she moved atop him, taking him again and again, the squeeze of her around his cock making him wild, crazed for her.

“More,” he said, and she moved against him, the slap of their skin together loud in the otherwise quiet trailer.

He was so wet, slick spilling out of him and into her, making a mess between them, only amplifying the sounds their bodies made.

Her pace faltered and Cam broke the kiss, allowing her a breath, moving his kisses down to her throat, her neck, wanting to leave his mark on her the same way she had him.

He uncurled a hand from her hair, removed the hand from her waist, and skated them across her skin until he could cup her breasts, swaying softly with every thrust.

Her nipples scraped against his palms and her lips parted as he caught them between two fingers each, teasing and rolling them.

“Are you going to lock me?” he asked, practically pleading.

“We don’t really have time for—“ Dylan began.

Ashley talked right over him. “Yes. Going to snap so tight around you, lock you in me.”

Her body tensed, the cinch of her just a tease of what was to come.

“Good,” he panted.

“It’s what you deserve, after having that beta all over you. Make you mine,” she continued, and Cameron’s entire body stiffened as if he’d been struck by lightning.

In the haze of it all, he thought she meant biting him. “Yeah, yes,” he said, and tilted his head to the side.

She didn’t answer, and Cameron blinked an eye open, finding her head cocked at him, leaned to the side like a confused puppy.

“Cameron,” she said, low and warning.

“Alpha, please,” he begged, and feared he was about to scare her off. But in her eyes… there was something predatory. He wanted it.

“Bite me where you want to,” he pleaded. “Please, alpha, anywhere!”

Ashley lowered herself to him, and he shifted his hands to her hips. She allowed him to help grind into the rhythm, his cock twitching inside her as pleasure arced up and down his spine. Just the thought of it, of being hers…

“You wanna be my omega?”

She asked it like a dare, and Cam didn’t care what the stakes were.

“Y-yes,” he said, voice cracking with his enthusiasm.

“The cameras will know,” she purred, lips hovering over his neck, drifting to his shoulder.

“Good,” Cam whined. He wasn’t even thinking about that, head full of Ashley. Of alpha. Of the lock that was squeezing ever tighter around him. “Want them to know, to show you off.”

She purred at that, the sound a rumble against his own chest.

“You want me?” she asked, hips still moving.

“Yes, yes,” he chanted, hands tight around her waist, dragging her on and off him, back tingling, balls drawing in close to his body.

She paused, inhaling deeply. He felt her chest compress to his.

“Alright,” she said, and?—

“Uh… wait—“ Dylan’s voice was distant.

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