Page 68 of The Beta: Part One

I lower myself back to my elbows and let out a long, keening, cry. I circle my hips, wordlessly begging him to do it, but he isn't giving me what I need.

“You have to say it, Talia. I want to stretch out this tight, little hole,” he barely brushes a fingertip against my asshole, “I want to fuck it with my fingers while I use my cock on your pussy. You're going to cum and cum and cum, but I need you to ask for it.”

Oh my god, this isn't the playful Jasper that I cuddle during movies. This is the Jasper who was so angry that I might have let someone else touch me that he scrubbed my skin raw and made me wear his clothes for two days.

I clench around him and he growls again, giving me exactly one harsh thrust while he's got me spread so open. “Yes!,” I cry, “Please, you can do whatever you want. Anything, Jasper.”

Then chills run up my spine at the evil laugh that he breathes against my ear, “Good girl. You'll like this a lot. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” And he does.

He starts thrusting gently, and I feel him run his fingers up the inside of my thigh, “You're so fucking wet for me.”

Then his fingers are at my back entrance, using my own slick moisture to swirl little circles around it until I'm trembling and whimpering. He stills and grips my hip to keep me from moving and gently pushes a finger inside me, slipping it deeper and deeper in slow strokes, and I gasp when my clit pulses hard in response.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs, and I groan as he pulls out just to push back inside. Then he starts fucking me with both his cock and his finger in twin thrusts and I cry out, pushing my hips back to meet his slow strokes.

“More,” I gasp, “please,” and he gives it to me. He adds another finger inside me and it's so good. I've never had anyone play with me there before, never put my own fingers there. I had no idea it would feel so shockingly amazing.

He starts twisting his fingers inside of me with every thrust of his body and I can hear myself moaning and calling out his name and all manner of obscenities. When he adds another finger and pushes them inside to the last knuckle, he stops moving and holds me there, stretching me farther than ever, hissing every time I clench around him, I can't take it. I scream into the mattress and push against him, trying to force him to keep fucking me.

“I wish you could see this from my view. So fucking beautiful. Will you let me have your ass, Talia? Not now, but soon.”

I'd let Jasper fuck me anywhere and in any way he wants, especially if he doesn't stop right now. “Yes, god yes. Just don't stop now. Please, Jasper. I need to cum.”

Then I scream again when he pushes and twists his fingers and slams his cock inside of me so hard I lurch forward throwing my hands against the wall to avoid a concussion. He doesn't stop, doesn't let up; and I feel my orgasm coiling, burning through me.

“Reach down, play with your pussy. I can feel you getting tighter, fuck.” he's talking through his teeth and the sound makes me writhe. I slide one hand down to rub vicious strokes against my clit and cry out when he yanks my hair back again. I'm winding tighter and tighter and I think if I don't cum soon I might die from it.

Jasper must sense my anguish because he changes his angle slightly and starts hitting that spot on my front inner wall over and over again and barks at me, “Cum! Cum for me, Talia. Right now. Do it.”

And, so help me, I do. I feel it gush out of my body and the last thing I hear before I black out, just like he said I would, is his growled “Fuck!”

The next thing I comprehend hearing is not Jasper's voice, it is Kaleb's. “You're sure she's alright, not hurt?” he's asking.

His voice sounds digital, Jasper must be on the phone with him.

“She's fine, still breathing and everything,” a pause, and then, “There she is. Hey, sweetheart, tell Kaleb I didn't kill you before he comes down to see for himself.”

I crack open my eyes and focus on the phone aimed at me. It takes me a couple tries but I manage to get out, “Not dead. No shovels,” and then wind myself back around Jasper's body.

I hear Kaleb's deep chuckle, and Jasper says, “See? She's fine. I just made her cum too hard. I'll be back up in a bit.”

He hangs up and curls his warmth around me; the last thing I think about before I fall back asleep is asking Jasper to fuck whatever is happening out of me was the best idea I've ever had.

The next morning I have a slightly different opinion. The first words out of Trent's mouth are, “Look at you, up and running and shit. I wasn't sure if you'd be able to walk or not after that railing you got last night. Jesus, Talia, some of us were trying to sleep.”

I spray him in the face with the sink sprayer.

Nathan laughs so hard that he chokes and Trent has to pound him on the back.

“You don't even have the decency to blush about it,” Trent accuses, but he's grinning too hard for me to be offended.

When Jasper and Kaleb come in I hand Kaleb his cup of coffee, and Jasper leans down to kiss my cheek.

“Why is the floor wet?” he asks, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Then Nathan starts laughing again and I have to explain that Trent has a big fat mouth.

“That's not the only big, fat thing he has,” Jasper quips, then it's Trent's turn to choke, which I enjoy immensely.

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