Page 80 of Monsterland Mayhem
“You didn’t move an inch,” I murmur, pleased. “You know what that means, sweetheart?” I lean down to kiss her clit. “You deserve a reward.” I lick her as both Craze and Catum lean in to take her nipples into their mouths.
They know me as well as I know them. When it comes to fucking, we’re in sync in the best way, and Ailsa learns that now as we drive her to the brink of no return with our mouths.
My fingers slide right into her slick heat once more, easily resuming my earlier preparations.
She’s so fucking ready for our cocks.
Our knots.
Our brand of pleasure.
But I want her to come again before I fuck her, make her so delirious with pleasure that she doesn’t even realize I’m inside her until she feels the pinch of her innocence rupturing around my thick cock.
She’s panting, moaning, clutching at the pillow above her head.
Because she still hasn’t moved.
“Such a good fucking girl for us,” I say against her weeping pussy. “We’re going to make you come so fucking hard, baby.”
Over and over again, I add with my mind.
But I’ll let that part be a surprise.
Catum moves up to capture her mouth while Craze grabs her abandoned tit and tweaks her nipple, causing her to scream against Catum’s lips. Only it’s not a scream of pain, but one of pleasure as she erupts on an orgasmic wave that squeezes the shit out of my fingers.
Moons Almighty, I need to feel her do that around my cock.
Right. Fucking.Now.
Catum and Craze move as I crawl up her, my fingers still lodged deep in her pussy while my thumb applies pressure to her clit.
I want to stroke her pleasure, keep her coming.
But I also can’t wait any longer.
I need her.
Removing my hand, I bring it up to her mouth and part her lips with my damp fingers. “Suck,” I tell her, sliding them over her tongue and forcing her to taste herself on my skin.
It has the desired effect of distracting her and prolonging her rapturous state as I position myself at her entrance.
Then I thrust inside her without warning, making her take me all the way to the hilt.
Her eyes fly open, a garbled sound escaping her.
“Shh,” I hush her, not moving an inch as I allow her body to acclimate to my size. She squirms, clearly uncomfortable, so I grab her hip with my free hand and hold her in place. “You can take it,” I promise her. “Just give yourself a moment.”
She’s shaking her head, tears glistening in her eyes.
I remove my fingers from her mouth and kiss her before she can speak, my tongue whispering a sweet apology against hers, all while my thumb draws circles of encouragement against her hip.
“It hurts right now,” Catum whispers against her ear, his palm holding one of her hands back against the pillow. “But I promise it’s going to feel so fucking good, sweet one. Trust us.”
She’s still crying, her agony hurting my soul.
I don’t mind mingling pain and pleasure, but this is hard for her. We’re Alphas. We’re not just larger; we’re stronger, and a hell of a lot for a small Omega to take.
However, Catum is right.
