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I’m still coming.
His fingers spear inside me, and I arch up off the nest. He pumps them in and out a few times before he wipes them over the nearest cushion with a deliberate glint in his eye.
“Rhett?!”
“It smells clean,” he says, like this makes even a bit of sense. Then, rocking back onto his heels, he begins to jack his cock.
Cum splatters all over me, my belly, my pussy, so much that it begins to trickle down the side of my belly and onto the nest. Caught in a lust daze, I can only stare, trembling as yet more splashes over the fabrics and over my skin.
My breasts, my throat, get painted next. The scent is all up in my nose.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Just lie there and let me scent you.”
Scent me? I’ve just showered, now I’m smothered in his cum and filthy again.
I fret a little.
He wraps his fingers around my throat, pinning me to the nest. “Ah, ah. Not fucking happening. You invited me into your nest. Literally asked for this.”
“Come inside me.”
“When I’m ready,” he says, tone implacable. There’s a dark glint in his eyes. Something primal stares back at me. Releasing his cock with a grunt, he plants his palm over my belly and spreads his cum, working it into my breasts and my nippleswhile I lie there, panting. He spears his fingers into my hair, across my cheek, gathers yet more cum and he pushes his fingers between my teeth.
“Suck.”
Three fingers plunge to the back of my throat. I gag, and my confused pussy spasms in little echoes of pleasure.
His purr turns to a rattle. He tumbles me onto my belly. I go to rise, but a firm hand plants in the center of my back. Then he slides his body over mine, trapping me face down in the nest, his nose brushes the side of my throat before he nips my ear.
“Such a good girl, making a nest for your alpha.” He slides his hips back, wedging his cock against my pussy, and, burrowing his fingers between us, uses them to guide himself. It’s not as deep but it feels really intense like this. He finds my clit and strokes it in small, tight circles that have me hanging on the edge of a carnal cliff.
“Come for me,” he rasps against my ear. “Come for me in your nest.”
I twitch and jerk. But he has me securely pinned, inside and out. I’m unable to escape his fingers, nor the pleasure that builds relentlessly driving me closer to the edge.
My lungs burn… I’m hot, half-smothered… And then a climax rolls through me so visceral that every muscle in my body locks up and I forget how to breathe.
I must fall asleep or pass out. When I rouse, his weight is gone. I can hear his low, rumbly grunts and slowly twist to find the source. He’s kneeling in the corner of the nest, one of the prettiest cushions in one hand, his cock in the other, and he’s coming all over it.
I’m shocked.
I’m aroused.
He glances across, sees me watching, and a lazy satisfied grin spreads across his face.
Triumph blazes in his pretty green eyes. He’s still coming when he crawls over to me and grips my hair. “Open.”
He has broken me. Without hesitation, I take him in my mouth, welcoming the salty taste on my tongue, swallowing it down.
“I need to get this in you, everywhere,” he says, sinking deeper into my throat.
Madness grips me, my nails score his ass, trying to pull him closer.
He cups my cheeks, his eyes turning hooded as he watches me suck him off.
Chapter Twelve
Larissa
