Page 17 of Game On

As if he could sense it, so in tune with me already, he let me fuck myself on his fingers until I imploded, my orgasm tearing through me until I was screaming his name.

“That’s it,” he praised, his soft voice having me grip his fingers like a vice. “Come for me, nice and pretty, Tara.”

I returned to earth too soon, still flushed from head to toe. Luckily, it seemed like he was going to give me just what I’d asked for. It took me a moment to realize he’d pulled away, and was now on his knees, rolling a condom over his thick length.

“Alpha…” I whined and he returned to me quickly, the tip of his cock notched right at my entrance.

I inhaled sharply, half embarrassed about the flicker of insecurity that washed through me. I was a sex worker for crying out loud. I knew virginity was a social construct, one by a lot of standards I’d lost long ago, however, I’d never been… connected with someone this way, and I couldn’t help my nerves.

My alpha gripped my chin lightly, turning my face towards his. “I got you,” he whispered, a level of trust and care in his voice that felt like it was built over years, not a single night flowing into me like a tangible thing.

I relaxed.

He had me.

Charliehad me, and I was more than ready to fall.

His hips pressed forward, slowly pushing into me inch by inch, and I gasped. He was huge. I knew he would be after having him in my mouth, but this wassodifferent. Even if I’d had toys of comparable size, nothing prepared me for the difference a warm, real cock would make. The wondrous stretch and press against my sensitive walls forcing a moan from me.

My mouth fell open in an ‘O’, as he continued to glide in easily, my slick allowing him to fill me to the knot quickly. He rocked back and forth a bit, not actually fucking, but giving me time to adjust.

Time I didn’t require.

“I’m ready,” I told him, hoping to get this show on the road.

I wanted him to destroy me. To fuck me into this mattress so hard that there was nothing left of me.

Charlie was a good listener, pulling out to the tip before plunging back in. His thrusts were slow, but hard, with a snap of his hips at the end that nudged his knot against me again and again.

I ground against him, meeting every press of his hips with one of my own. It was like we were on the same rhythm, riding the same wave. The breathy groan that left him burrowed deep in my core, teasing pink to my cheeks.

The orgasm I was brought to wasn’t like the rest. It was a slow build, a climb up a large mountain as he rolled my clit slowly between his fingers and fucked me like it meant something.

When I clamped down on his cock, he thrust so hard his knot began to stretch me, cum pouring from his tip, filling the condom.

“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear, the hard plastic muzzle scraping my ear.

“You feel so fucking good.”

And he did feel good, but I wantedmore.

He got up to remove the condom and I took that moment. I sat up and moved to my hands and knees, being sure I faced the mirror. My eyes met his in the glass, one hand moving to my ass to spread myself for him.

“Alpha?”

“Y-yeah?” Charlie stammered out, eyes glued to my pussy.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

It tookeverything in me not to pound this sweet omega’s pussy to the ground as soon as I slid into her.

Seeing her there, bent over and spread open for me, cherry-flavored slick dripping down her thighs, making her pussy glisten.

I’d never felt so fucking lucky.

“Quit staring,” Tara insisted, wiggling her hips against my cock, squeezing me impossibly tighter. “Fuck me already alpha, I need you.”

My hands circled the omega’s full hips to pull her back against me with the smack of skin against skin.

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