Page 100 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

It’s different from being with Ronin, different—if memory serves—from being with Zayne. His cock fits comfortably, and yet it’s thick and long enough to stroke me deep inside where the pressure starts to build. It’s very different from a clit-induced orgasm, I think, and holy shit, I’m about to come so hard…

Apples and spice and musk and hot male bodies pressing us together, stroking us as we rock. I’ve thrown one leg over Grey’s and Zayne is playing with my breasts, while Ronin is stroking Grey’s flank and I feel like I’m about to go up in flames.

I’m rolling my hips, gasping as each roll increases the pressure in my core, the need to come. Grey’s kisses are sloppy and desperate, his thrusts turn jagged. He thrusts deep, as deep as he can go, groaning as he comes, and the sound, the stunned look on his face, the jab of his hard cock so deep, it triggers my own release. I cry out against his lips, trembling as pleasure buffets me, bowing my body forward, pushing my ass back against Zayne’s cock.

“Fucking hell,” Zayne whispers as Grey and I shudder and pant, gasping for breath. “That was damn hot.”

“Dammit,” Ron groans. “I came all over Grey’s back.”

I choke on laughter.

Grey snorts.

I like that we laugh, that we’re having fun together, relaxing around one another.

“How about you, Z?” Ronin bites lightly Grey’s shoulder, making him grunt.

“Still hard as a rock,” Zayne says. “Feel me, girl? I’ve waited but I need to fuck you now.”

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I’ve barely registered Zayne’s words when Grey slowly pulls out of me. My pussy actually squelches, it’s so wet, and I whimper. I still want him inside me. His hard length had felt so good.

But then Zayne’s huge alpha cock pushes against my dripping pussy from behind, rubbing against my wet, aching folds and my swollen clit, and I’m lost.

“Zayne,” I breathe, still shaking with aftershocks of my release, the friction with his cock making everything more intense. “Oh, God…”

“Yeah,” he says. “Got to be inside you, girl. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer…”

“Holy crap…” My opening is still pulsing as he pushes into me, spreading me wider than ever. He lifts my leg, folds it up forward and sinks in another inch.

“I needed you ready,” he whispers in my ear, his breath catching. “So wet…”

“I was ready last night.” I gasp as he pushes deeper. “But you didn’t take me.”

“Not emotionally ready. Not relaxed enough to open up for me. To finally take me in all the way.” The head of his cock is throbbing inside me. He’s still holding back, I realize, waiting for me to give him the green light. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, put it in me, Zayne. Give me everything.”

“Goddamn,” he breathes and pushes more. And more. And more. He grunts a curse, and thrusts a bit more, and a bit more. Grey is stroking my neck, eyes heavy-lidded, and Ronin reaches over him to stroke my hip, my breast.

All the while, Zayne pushes deeper. And deeper.

I’m panting again, the breath punched out of me. He’s so deep I think I might come right now, just from this first push. I can’t believe how big his cock is, how thick it feels inside me.

Ronin is playing with my boobs. Grey is distracting me by stroking my lips.

And impossibly, Zayne slides home, inside all the way, his balls snug against my ass. I’m shivering. At least his knot hasn’t inflated, though, I really think that only happens when he’s in a rut with an omega.

“Is this okay?” he breathes in my ear, and I can feel him straining not to move, seated inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size. I squirm and he shudders. “Fuck, Gigi…”

I squirm again, unable to stop myself. He’s really uncomfortably big, filling me to bursting.

And he groans, his face pressed to my neck as he starts to thrust, turning the pressure into pleasure, and breaking me.

Unmaking me.

I’m not inside my body anymore, I’m movement and fullness and electric jolts of delicious joy, and I’m rocking back but then I lose the rhythm because it’s too much. I’m overwhelmed. I let him rock me, fill me, jolt me, pleasure me.

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