Page 82 of Coco and the Misfits

“You should worry,” he says, reading my face easily. “Even without a knot, I’m too big for alpha standards. But I’ll go slow. And you say stop at any moment, is that clear?”

“But—”

“At any moment. I’m not in a rut. And even if I was, I’d force myself to stop if you changed your mind for any reason. All right?”

“All right,” I answer, my voice faint. God, he’s right, what did I get myself into?

Though after Ryder’s pierced cock, surely Atticus’ can’t be that much harder to take, right?

Wrong.

I realize my mistake quickly. Propping my back against the window, he lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to the side so he can push two thick fingers into me.

I squirm. I didn’t lie, I’m damn wet for him, but it takes me a moment to adjust and take them.

“Little omega,” he croons. “If you can’t take these, then how the hell will you take my cock?”

Shit. He starts stroking me inside and my breath leaves me as the discomfort turns to pleasure. Yeah.

“Wet. Soaking wet.” His lashes lower. “You weren’t lying. But you’re so tight.”

“I can take you,” I whisper. “I want it.”

Still stroking his fingers inside me, he gazes down and into my eyes. “We fuck,” he says. “That’s what you want. No flowers, no romantic dinners. No making love on my bed.”

“I... yes. I don’t...”

Pleasure is building in my belly, making it hard to think, but right now, yes, all I want is for him to fuck me hard, hurt me a little and scratch that itch.

It’s the first time he’s acting on the attraction, proving he does want me. I can’t think past that. Past the need for him, the relief at having him touch me and look at me with desire… Past the need to come.

He strokes me until I’m panting and on the edge, then slowly draws his fingers out of me.

“Ace, please.”

But he lifts those fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Fuck, so sweet...”

He’s holding me up against the window with one hand and his arm doesn’t even tremble. His strength is making me hornier than ever. God, I love alphas.

Duh.

He reaches down between us to grip his cock, which I have yet to see, and positions it at my entrance.

“Slow,” he says in that gravelly voice. “I’ll go slow.”

“No need... Oh!”

The head is so wide I moan as he breaches me. God, his cock is thick. So much thicker than Ryder’s. I’m spread wide but it’s not enough. I unhook one of my legs from around him and he grabs it and lifts it over one of his shoulders.

Then he pushes into me, his length dragging against my inner walls.

My head falls back, thumping lightly on the glass. It feels good, too good. Uncomfortably big but also perfect. I’m not a slut for pain, but it’s not painful. The friction, the fullness, it works for me.

It works so damn well. I moan as he thrusts a little deeper, filling me up inch by inch. How many inches? Too damn many.

I love it.

And I love even more watching his face twist with the pleasure of taking me, the intensity in his expression, the gritting of teeth and swallowed curses. Seeing how affected he is. How hard his desire for me hits him.

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