Page 80 of Wicked Truths

I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page. I like her. I think she’s kind of into me. I mean, I’ve fucked around with her and Marcus twice, which means absolutely nothing in relation to if she actually likes me.

What the bloody fuck is wrong with my head?

I’ve a fairly decent sense of self and a big dick.

This shouldn’t be an issue.

A low sound between a snarl and growl escapes as Oakley spreads her legs as wide as they can go, teasing the head of my dick through her slick pussy.

“I’m hot, and I want you inside me,” she begs.

“Can I slide in here?” Sullivan’s voice makes me jolt. My gaze flies to the side, and I bare my teeth, letting out a low, vibrating growl.

“Hey,” Oakley snaps, squeezing the hell out of my dick. “Don’t growl at Sulli.”

I actually kind of dig it. My tip dribbles pre-cum all over her clit and we both moan.

“Damn.” Sullivan whistles under his breath. “So it’s full-blown heat or just a wave?”

“Wave, I think,” I grunt. “You can stay if you shut up.”

“Ohmigod, that sounded like Marcus.” Oakley chuckles. “Where is he?”

“He fell asleep on the couch. I don’t think he got much sleep last night worrying about you.” Sullivan tosses himself down on the edge and smiles. “Feel free to continue. I liked watching the three of you after the show.”

Oakley shudders out a breath. “I ache,” she whispers, staring straight into my eyes. Her lashes fan over her slightly red cheeks as her eyes clench closed.

She’s fucking stunning, and she loves music as much as I do. I’ve always kept my distance from omegas. It seemed like a biology trap I didn’t want to fall into. Now I get why they warn us that it’s nearly impossible to fight the instinctual pull when you meet a compatible match.

“I’ve got you, sweetness,” I assure her, wrapping my right arm under her thigh and falling on top of her. It slides my cock down directly to her tight little hole. “Fuck, I forgot you’re already full of Hawk’s cum.”

“Damn.” Sullivan rolls closer.

I shake my head, trying to stay clear, and my hair falls over my forehead. Oakley works her clit, but her fingers brush over my shaft. She stares up at me with a pleading look I can’t deny.

I bite my lip to keep from biting into her. My eyes fly to Sullivan, who has cuddled quite close while I was distracted. “Don’t let me bite her.”

“Aww, fuck,” Sullivan grunts.

Oakley uses her feet on my ass to impale herself on my cock. “I’m fine with bites,” she moans, grinding over my length.

That’s about all the consent my jacked-up brain needs. Luckily, the tight clench of her pussy over my shaft distracts me from doing something exceptionally stupid.

“Marcus would absolutely kill you,” Sullivan says softly. “And if he didn’t then Hawk would.”

“Fair enough.” I adjust my grip on Oakley’s ass. Her leg is still tossed over my right arm, and I push back enough that I can stare at her tight little hole clenching around my tip. Everything gets hazy as I watch myself disappear inside her. My hold goes rigid as my eyes fly up to hers. “Okay,shit. I know you and Marcus fuck without condoms, but I don’t know if he had a vasectomy or something.”

“What? He better not have.” Oakley frowns. “Wait, why do I even care? I don’t want kids.”

“Yeah, me neither. Outside of the ridiculous impulse to breed you, but let’s be real, the fantasy is way hotter than the consequences. So, back to my question, are we covered?” I lick my lips, watching her carefully. It would absolutely suck to pull out of her right now, but I’m really not sure I ever want to procreate.

“God, this is so unsexy. I have an implant. We’re as covered as any other form of birth control can provide.” She clenches around me as I exhale in pure relief.

“Sex is complicated,” Sullivan says.

I don’t take my eyes off my omega. “Perfect, then lie back and let me fuck your world up.”

“Yeah, do that,” she begs, thrashing around under me. I pull out completely and jerk my cock against her clit. She’s extremely wet, and I really dig that I get to add my cum to the mix. She bites her lip, wiggling and begging as pre-cum spurts all over her pussy. I like the way she trembles, sobbing out pleas for me. I’m sure I don’t deserve her, but I’m not a good enough human being to walk away. “Put your dick inside me, or I am going to have to hurt you.” Her voice is sultry and desperate.

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