Page 20 of Talk About… Secrets
“God, she’s fucking gorgeous,” Spencer groaned as he pushed his fingers into me, as if he could plug me up with their cum.
The strokes were lazy, but forceful, each one making my body shake.
“I need to see her come like this. Don’t move, muse.”
Cade’s words were followed by someone’s fingers finding my clit again.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, even as my hips rocked and my legs spread further for them.
“You will,” Beck promised. “More than once, sweetheart. Show us how your pussy flutters for us. Then I’ll plug you with my knot.”
The sound my pussy made as they slid their fingers through our combined cum was downright sinful. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as my body lost control.
“Yes, alpha,” I cried out as Cade brought me right to the edge and shoved me over it. My orgasm was a white hot heat that curled through me, my body tense and quaking as I somehow came again.
Their combined moans had a smile fighting through the overwhelming intensity.
Before I was even done coming for them, Beck had picked me up and deposited me on his chest so I was straddling him as he laid on the bed. It was so sudden it took me a second to orient myself.
“Fuck yourself on me, omega. Impale yourself on my thick cock and let me split that tight pussy open.”
“Yes, alpha,” I found myself saying again as I lifted up and rocked back, holding his cock in one hand and bracing myself with the other before I lined him up and sank down.
I took it slow, dropping only a little at a time as my body burned with the stretch, even after all they’d given me. I was wet enough to take him, but even then, Beck was an alpha. His cock was thick and long, the knot only making it a tighter fit.
“This is why they took you first, made sure you could handle this,” he encouraged. “And look at you, so fucking hot and tight around me.”
His voice was strained, quavering as he spoke to me.
He didn’t tell me to move, but when I was finally fully sitting on him, I needed some relief, to move.
My movements were slow at first, grinding my clit down on him before rising up and dropping back down.
I thought I was done coming for them, but when I ground my clit on him over and over I could feel it building all over again.
“So fucking good,” I moaned as I rode my alpha.
His knot was already swelling. He’d watched them fuck me and now it was his turn.
When I couldn’t keep up, my alpha took over. With firm hands wrapped around my waist he lifted me before slamming me back down onto his cock, over and over.
He was fucking me now, snapping his hips up as he shoved his knot deeper with each thrust until it was swelling again, pushing against my inner walls.
But he was right. My body wasmadefor this.
For them.
He fit perfectly, my body stretching to accommodate the size of his cock and knot, filling every empty space I had until it wasalmost painful. His thrusts were shallow as he pushed his knot deeper and deeper.
It was pure bliss. They were filling my body and my senses, all I could think of or feel was them.
“So, fucking perfect, omega. Now you’re truly ours.”
Grace
Reality was a bitch. The moment I woke up, the implications of what we had done were piling on me.
There was no way I was going to be able to hide our connection, not now that I knew what they looked like when they came, what they smelled like, the dirty words they whispered to me.
