Page 102 of Unhinged
And then she does it.
She takes me in. Mouth hot and wet and perfect.
And I’m gone.
Totally fucking gone.
She bobs up and down on my cock, slow and steady at first, like she’s teasing us both. My hips twitch, but I can’t thrust—not like this. Can’t even weave my fingers through her hair to help guide her movements. All I can do is groan and take it.
Her slick fills the room, thick and sweet. I can taste it in the air like honey dripping off the walls. My own scent rises to meet it; bergamot, lemon, black currant, twisting around her orange and jasmine until the whole room feels drunk on us.
“Gidge,” I rasp. “Not made of steel, babe.Fuck me.”
She lifts her head, eyes glinting.
“What do you say?” she asks, popping off my dick.
“Please.”
Her mouth curves into a smug little smile. “Good Alpha.”
Then she stands just long enough to straddle me again, one hand wrapping around my cock as she lines herself up. I groan the second she touches me. I feel the slick on my tip.
Warm. Wet. Heaven.
She sinks down, slowly. My head knocks back, breath catching.
She stops when just the head is inside, looking at me, serious now.
“This is only my second time,” she says.
“You’re a professional,” I joke, trying to breathe through the tight heat gripping me already.
She smiles and sinks the rest of the way down until her ass is flush with my thighs and my knot presses against her entrance. My whole body jerks. She moves up, then back down.
Confident. Hot as sin.
I moan like a fucking rookie. She feels like warm silk. Like she wasmadefor me. Her hands land on my shoulders and she picks up the pace. Bouncing harder. Her tits move with her, and I can’t look anywhere else.
“Fuck, Acid.”
“That’s right, Gidge.Take what you need.”
She rides me faster now, hips slapping against my thighs, her slick making everything so fucking wet and loud and real.
“Your piercing hits me just right.”
I groan. “Good. I’ll get ten more if you never stop making those noises.”
She whines, head tilting back, and I swear I feel her start to flutter around me. She’s close. Real close.
“I’m close,” she whispers, confirming what I knew.
“Touch yourself,” I grit, the words rough like they’re being dragged straight from my throat.
“What?”
“Use your fingers. Play with your clit, omega. You know what you like.”
