Page 77 of Game Over

Charlie’s too. The steady thrum of pleasure came from my alpha warning that he was getting off on this as much as we were.

It only served to make me wantmore.

“So good, baby, please don’t stop.” I moaned, head thrown back against his shoulder as Jesse used my cunt.

“Rub your clit, I want a big mess for Glitch. Show him who knows how to make you feel good best.”

I obeyed them instantly, rubbing my clit in a quick zig-zag that had my eyes rolling when paired with Jesse’s sure strokes.

The continual ping of messages and donations only served to heighten the moment, more and more I could feel the familiar build, helped along when Jesse pulled the straps of my harness down, letting my tits bounce in earnest until he bent to suckle on my nipple, tongue circling the bud of nerves.

“More, more, more—” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut in euphoria. “God, please don’t stop baby.”

I’d been watchingTara long enough that I could recognize when she was close, quickening the strokes of my fist in time with her jerking hips and escalating moans. My hand, slick with precum and a bit of lube, brought me closer to release with every quick flick of my wrist, imagining what it’d be like if it was me buried inside of that delicious little omega’s cunt instead of her beta boyfriend.

Maybe I’d have her wrap those perfect lips around me while he fucked her, just to feel the way that she jerked forward with every clap of their bodies together.

Or maybe I’d even bury myself inside of him to show him how to fuck my omega right.

Jesse bit down on Tara’s nipple and it was all the coaxing she needed. She lifted her hips so that his cock fell from her, continuing her aggressive rubbing through the gush of fluid that left her in a spray, moans leaving her high and bright and so fucking sexy that I couldn’t help but follow after her.

I pinched my knot, already swelling after coming for the first time, smearing my release along my shaft as I continued to fuck my hand.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

And Jesse seemed to have read my mind, not giving her a moment to relax before he was dumping her into the chair in place of him, guiding her trembling body to her knees so she was sideways, a hand holding her up along her armrest.

The effect was…magnificent. Giving me a full view of her lean muscles and curved hips, thighs shiny with her release as he guided her to his cock by her hair, fucking into her mouth hard.

“Oh, fuck…” I rumbled softly, ignoring the ping of my work phone as I bucked into my slick hold, imagining that it was Tara’s cunt.

That I was making her scream and beg around my cock as she lapped her cum off Jesse’s cock, taking him deep into the back of her throat as he shallowly fucked her throat.

Every wet, sucking noise escaping her lips felt like a physical lick against my neck, my pulse thrumming in my throat with excitement as she gagged again and again on his length.

“Make her work for it, Jesse,” I groaned, pounding into my hand now. I used the other, to sloppily message into the chat.

Glitched_Attraction69: cum on her face.

Jesse took Tara’s hand off the armrest, settling it behind her back in a clear order for it to remain there. He adjusted his hand, using both of her wrists pinned to the middle of her back as leverage to fuck into her mouth without abandon.

Drool and mascara-tinted tears mixed on her chin to drip onto the armrest in a pool I longed to lick up.

If only I could touch her like this.

The way I’d dreamed to.

Like how an alpha was made to touch a woman.

Like how I was made to behers.

Glitched_Attraction69: harder.

Glitched_Attraction69: make her work for it.

I was close again as I watched the sweat dew along Jesse’s tattooed chest. The glow of the green lights caught on the dampness curling the hair along the nape of his neck making me want to tangle my fingers into his blonde locks and give them the same rough treatment Tara was receiving.

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