Page 131 of Coco and the Misfits

“Ace,” she breathes against my lips and my control frays more.

“Yes, darling. Any last requests before I throw your legs over my shoulders?”

She gulps audibly. “I want... I want to sixty-nine.”

I blink. Not the request I’d expect from a meek omega. Then again, my girl has never been meek, has she? She’s sweet but determined, a pink missile exploding into sparks.

“That can be arranged,” I murmur, my voice so husky it barely sounds like mine. “Are you sure...?”

“Yes.”

Damn. If I wasn’t in love before, there would be no avoiding it now.

Taking off her pastel panties is easy. Curling down beside her on the bed is easier still.

But then control starts fraying again when I part her legs and press my mouth to her pussy. It’s sweet and warm, rosy and perfect. I lick and nuzzle it, and she squirms and keens. Absolute perfection.

And then… fuck, she unzips my pants, wraps her perfect mouth around my straining cock and I’m gone. A goner.

I thought I was a pro at pussy-eating. Woman-pleasuring. Fucking in general. The king on the hill. But I have no clue what I’m doing, licking, sucking, moaning against her thighs as she works my cock like a lollipop. Not expertly. Not perfectly.

And yet I’m about to blow.

There’s no coming back from this, I think fuzzily. This girl has undone me in every possible way. I’m not the same man I was before I met her. She grabbed my broken pieces and put them together differently. This is a new me.

And this new me comes apart again so easily as her hand joins her mouth around my cock, as a hum travels down its length, as I think this is Coco going down on me and I fucking shatter.

At least, to my relief, she joins me, moaning around my cock as she comes against my tongue, as we pant and shudder together, sweat cooling on our skin, my mind so scattered I can’t rub two thoughts together for the life of me.

But I realize something. In this state of fugue, of post-orgasmic ecstasy, I realize that I wasn’t the only one who shattered and was remade.

The world around me looks different now, too.

It’s a brand new day and a new start.

47

COCO

I stand at the window like an Edwardian lady, watching my man go, and shiver. The memory of his beard scratching softly against my inner thighs, his tongue delving inside me, making me come…

Damn.

And let’s not forget the memory of his hard cock in my mouth, his scent, the feel of his release, the sounds he made.

It’s getting too hot in here. I’m one second away from calling him back, to pick up where we left off. But no, that’s a bad idea. We were supposed to talk, for fuck’s sake.

We did talk, I remind myself. Even if we ended up fucking like bunnies.

Not sure bunnies sixty-nine, come to think of it. Fucking like very horny humans?

Anyway, the point is, I lost control of my urges as much as I did with Zach, and now…

Now it’s time to invite Ryder, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about it.

My dark knight. My tattooed alpha. My pierced philosopher.

A snicker escapes me. Okay, I don’t think I’m cut out for poetry, but his cock…

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