Page 78 of Mating Mia
“Fuck, I love these,” he says, squeezing them more with his rough hands.
He drops to his knees behind me as he yanks my pajama bottoms and panties down in one swift motion. The fabric pools at my ankles, leaving my ass exposed.
“Fuck,” he groans, spreading my cheeks with both hands. “You’re soaked, Mia. I haven’t even touched you yet, and your pussy’s dripping.”
His hands are strong, and I can feel the tendons flexing as he squeezes my ass cheeks, pulling them further apart to stare at my pussy.
“It sucks because I just took a shower,” I say, not used to my omega body behaving this way. He slides a finger up my slit, gathering the slick before shoving it deep inside me. The stretch burns, then melts into pleasure.
I clutch the sink, knuckles whitening.
“Get used to it,” he says, voice low and wicked. “You’re an omega. Your pussy is made this way to please an entire pack. Even up to thirty males.”
“What?” I ask in shock. I couldn’t comprehend having sex with three men, let alone thirty.
“Yes, thirty,” he says, pulling his finger out, then slapping my ass out of the blue. I yelp, more surprised than hurt.
“What was that for?” I gasp, twisting to look at him over my shoulder.
He grins up at me, blue eyes flashing. “Couldn’t help it. Your ass is just… fuck, it’s perfect. All soft and jiggly. Drives me insane.”
In that moment, he stands straight again and shoves his sweatpants down with one hand, frees his cock, and lines himself up behind me. The head of his dick is thick, already leaking pre-cum, and he rubs it up and down my pussy folds, mixing his cum with my slick.
“Oh my god,” I moan, enjoying every minute of his cock grinding against my pussy.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes! I want to feel you, Jace,” I whimper, pushing myself against him.
He pushes in, slow at first, letting me stretch around him. The pressure is intense, my pussy clenching to accommodate his thick size.
His cock is now all the way in until our hips are touching. I moan desperately, waiting for him to start thrusting as I hold onto the counter.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groans, gripping my hips so tight I know I’ll have bruises. “You’re so fucking tight. Feels like you’re milking my cock already.”
He pulls out halfway, then slams back in, the force of it rocking me against the sink. His thick cock thrusting inside me is what I’ve been craving while in the shower alone without my alphas.
Each thrust makes me gasp out loud.
The rhythm of it is punishing, relentless, and precisely what I need. Each thrust drives me higher, the heat building low in my belly, threatening to explode. The sound of his balls slapping against the backs of my thighs is loud, echoing in the tiny room, and it only makes me wetter, slick gushing down my legs.
He fucks me harder, faster, panting my name with each stroke.
I look up, catching our reflection in the mirror. My face is flushed, lips parted, hair tangled. Jace is wild behind me, his hands gripping my waist, teeth bared as his alpha wolf takes over completely. He looks almost primitive in the mirror, and it makes me more aroused.
He leans forward, pressing his chest to my back, his mouth right at my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, voice ragged. “Say it. Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Yours,” I gasp, meeting his thrusts. “Always yours.”
He groans, slamming into me even harder, his cock swelling inside me. I feel the base of it start to expand, the knot forming, and my pussy clenches around him tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns, but there’s no stopping it. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so he can see my face in the mirror.
“Jace,” I moan, breathing hard as we look into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” he says, the words almost a snarl. “I love you so fucking much, Mia. You’re everything to me.”
