Page 88 of Depraved
Almost. Almost.
My eyelashes flutter, and the lights in the room become soft red dots behind my eyelids as I embrace the sensation of Jonah’s dick and Black’s finger.
“Deeper,” Black orders Jonah and my beta elite surges down my throat just as Black pinches my clit. I scream, and my lips clamp down on Jonah’s cock as fireworks erupt inside of me, and I come.
My orgasm and scream trigger him, and he pumps into me. “Almost there—”
“Wait,” Black orders. “I want to be in her at the same time.”
Jonah immediately stills so that he can save himself, and I lift my head, panting as I watch Black.
My huge, intimidating alpha steps closer between my spread thighs, and I can feel the hairs of his legs tickling mine. His thick knot presses against my spread ass cheeks as he grinds against me for a second, coating his knot in my wetness and making us both moan for what’s to come. Then he steps back, and I swing back-and-forth through the air unexpectedly, and my eyes fly open as I try not to shriek around Jonah’s cock.
The massive lack of control leaves me panting.
Black grabs one of my ankles to steady me, waiting until my body is no longer swaying before he says, “Jonah, think you can bend forward and eat her out while she sucks you? Then I can lay on the ground and prep this pretty ass.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Black sits down on the floor between my feet and then lies back, using his muscular legs to scoot down until his face disappears.
My stomach drops as Jonah leans over me, and Black lets go of my ankle. I experience the true sensation of floating in midair for just a moment before Jonah’s hands latch onto my hips and his hot breath skims over me. Something about being suspended when his lips latch onto mine sends me spiraling faster than normal. Maybe it’s the helplessness. Or the light-headedness. But need bursts from my skin, making my hips ride up. Gravity drags them back down before I can slam my pelvis into his cheekbones like I want; instead, I find myself floating in the opposite direction, swallowing even more of his dick.
“God, I’m going to do so many bad things to you,” Black’s voice drifts up from below me, and I’m pretty certain he’s staring at my ass. When his teeth bite the soft flesh of my butt cheek a minute later, I’m sure. The pain makes me howl on Jonah’s cock, but I can’t escape. Black is below me, Jonah’s above me. I’m sandwiched between them and at their mercy.
Holy hell.
That realization sends thrilling tingles through me, and when Jonah latches onto my clit, I scream. I buck.
I lose my fucking orgasm because of the swing and its momentum. I want to cry in frustration because heat is thrumming through my system, wrapped around every fiber of me. And all I want is that next orgasm.
“You have to trust us, Elena,” Black speaks soothingly from beneath me, a lubed finger of his coming up to trace around my smallest hole. God, yes, I want that sensation, the naughty teasing followed by the feeling of fullness. I want both of them all over me so that I can come in wild abandon. But to get what I want, Black’s basically saying I need to stay still.
That’s the ultimate challenge to an omega in heat, I want to retort. But I don’t.
I try to listen and do what he says and focus on my breathing, focus on enjoying the light sensation of Jonah’s lips and the lapping of his tongue instead of the fierce urge to just use his face. But it’s hard, especially when my hands are forced up high in the air to hold these straps. I can’t reach down and just take what I want. I have to let them give it.
Need pebbles my flesh every time Black’s thumb traces across my ass. My skin sings, sensitive and well aware that he’s about to plunder me in naughty ways.
Jonah reaches down with one hand and plucks at my nipple, adding another layer of sensation as I hear Black pop the cap of the lube and squirt it out onto his hand.
“You’re our little puppet tonight. Our plaything, Elena. And we’re going to push you to the limit.”
My scent becomes as strong and potent as perfume, so even when I retort, “I’m not a toy, Black,” no one believes my words.
“Your little ass is going to stretch so big around my cock, princess. And you’re going to ask for more, do you know that? It’s going to make you ache … and you’re still going to beg me for more because it will mean both your mates are inside you at the same time, filling you up,” Black promises darkly as he grabs one of my ankles to steady me.
But his words make me writhe, and the swing sways side to side because I want what he’s describing more than anything. Both of them. Both of them working together, working me over, accepting this magical connection.
“Calm down, little wolf. We can’t start making you scream until you’re calm.”
Need pebbles my flesh every time Black’s thumb traces across my ass. My sensitive skin sings, well aware that he’s about to plunder me in naughty ways.
Jonah is stretched out on top of me, his tongue spelling out dirty words on my clit. I can tell because it’s a command I often gave him when we started hooking up. I used to try to figure out what he was spelling until it didn’t fucking matter anymore.
Tonight, tt definitely doesn’t matter. My heat is like a hard candy coating over all my thoughts, and nothing can break through the shiny red sugar.
His tongue starts to move faster, and he reaches down with one hand and plucks at my nipple, adding another layer of sensation as Black starts to touch me.
