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I keep one hand fisted in her hair, and the other goes to her throat, wrapping it just enough to feel my own cock as it slides up and down inside her. The entire experience is enchanting, every molecule in my body lighting up with every touch being supplied by her.
Her.
She never slows down or eases up, intent on wrecking me completely, and sheisif the sound of my pants and moans are anything to go by. I feel the beginning of my climax rising up my spine quickly and violently.
“Stacia, fuck, I’m going to come, you’re gonna make me—” The string snaps, and I feel myself clench around her fingers as my release spurts down her throat. It’s the most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced. She keeps going, wringing me for everything I have until I’m spent and breathless, and the slightest touch of her tongue leaves my knot-less cock sensitive to the touch.
I’m catching my breath as Stacia pulls back, a smug grin on her face. She crawls up to me and rests on my chest, her gaze never leaving my face. “Did I make it up to you, my beautiful beta?”
A broken-down laugh falls out of me as I wrap my arm around her, my breathing still strained. I place a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m the luckiest fucking beta to ever live.”
FORTY-FIVE
Playing: Sorrow by The National
Ciro: Stacia do you like romcoms or action movies more?
Kendall: She likes rom-coms more, she is a romance reader
Ciro: Not true, tv is different.
Atlas: I think you both make valid points.
Uriah: I don’t
Kendall: Excuse me, why don’t we make valid points?
Uriah: There’s so many other types of movies. Why are you only asking about rom-coms and action films? What about horror?
Atlas: Or documentaries.
Uriah: I actually wasn’t going to include that one.
Atlas: Then I don’t support your argument.
Kendall: I made an assumption but I’m positive that my assumption was correct.
Ciro: We’ll just have to ask her when she’s on her phone again.
Stacia: I like literally anything with good characters and writing.
Uriah: That’s a bit of a copout answer, omega.
Atlas: It’s a good answer.
Uriah: Shut up, Atlas
Kendall: Are we really fighting over this?
I putmy phone down with a huge smile on my face just before Rory appears in my doorway. I raise a dubious eyebrow at the hesitant look on her face. “What’s up, Cranny?”
She walks in, gnawing at her lip. She shuts the door very slowly to avoid any noise before she sits down beside me.
“Your parents are here,” she whispers so softly that I almost didn’t hear her.
My heart immediately starts to race. I dart my eyes to the door like they could burst in at any moment.
