Page 35 of Game Over

But fuck, what I wouldn’t do to bend Tara overtop of Jesse and pound into her round ass.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jesse moaned. “So tight.”

“Your cock ismine,” she groaned, that same possessiveness lacing her tone from the barcade. “Harder, I’m gonna come again.”

Her movements lost a bit of their rhythmic finesse, scent flooding the room as Jesse’s hands found her hips, fucking into her from below until she was shouting his name through another orgasm that had slick dripping around Jesse’s cock.

“Tara…fuck,” Jesse tightened up right along with her, their stuttered pace warning that they’d filled her with their cum.

Precum dripped against my leg, my knot throbbing with the need to bury myself deep inside of her.

But not before I’d had a taste of them on my tongue, finally finding out for myself if Jesse’s release leaned more to the sour or sweet side of their lemony scent.

Tara’s whine was like a siren call, my hand leaving the front of my pants to grip the black armrests of the chair until my knuckles were white.

I wanted to go to her.

To be with her.

But I didn’t have permission.

This was my place, and I would respect that.

She started riding him again right away, chasing another orgasm off the first with a desperate gasp. “More!”

Jesse whimpered, giving her a little nudge. “Too sensitive—I need a sec baby. Let me finger you? Or I can use a toy?”

She whined, laying down against him, his cock popping from her, their cum mixed with her slick slipping from her dewed entrance.

“I don’t care, just touch me—I need more—” she whined, high and desperate. “It’s so hot, Jesse. Please.”

The growl that came from me wasn’t intentional, I hadn’t even known it came from me until both of their eyes met mine in the reflection of the screen.

For a moment, I worried that I’d blown it, that I’d be asked to leave. But the needy moan that left Tara erased my worries as easily as shaking an etch-a-sketch.

I turned in the chair, seeing them in full color for the first time—8-bit to 4K.

Tara’s kiss-swollen lips were parted in surprise, hips moving with her legs slotted against Jesse, chasing her pleasure as she rutted against his thigh.

Jesse’s eyes landed on my cock where it pressed against my pants, the hard line of it obvious in the soft purple glow of the neon lights. His tongue darted out to lick his bitten lips, bite marks and bruises lining his neck and chest from Tara’s eager mouth.

Separately they were… Unreal.

Together?

My pack.

I was sofucked.

Charlie’s cockwas pressed so firmly against his pants I could practically see if it was veined or not. His chest heaved, hands clutching the arms of Tara’s gaming chair like it was the lap bar at Knot’s Berry Farm.

Our eyes met, his burning gaze boring into mine as Tara worked herself against my thigh, the wet slide of her drenched cunt against my skin making me groan.

Her scent was so strong mixed with Charlie’s that it made my head swim, and if I thought so, I could only imagine how the alpha felt.

Privately, I felt a flicker of smug satisfaction that Charlie was banished to the cuck chair. Forced to watch me take care of my omega while his big, dumb alpha ass just needed to sit still and look pretty.

A glorified aphrodisiac air freshener.

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