LOGINJAYDEN’s POV
My length sprang out—seven inches, throbbing, hot and dark at the tip. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth. No—No—No. His lips wrapped around the tip of my length, and my head slammed back into the pillow. “Uh—ahhh…” He sucked slowly. His tongue circled my tip, teasing me. Then he pulled back and placed a long, wet kiss to the base. Then another sloppy one which was hot, slick, and filthy. His hands spread my thighs wider. His mouth trailed lower to my balls, sucking one into his mouth with a hunger that made me cry out. “R-Rafael… please…” But he didn’t stop. He didn’t rush. Rather, he slurped and kissed, his tongue trailing hot licks along my skin. My toes curled, my thighs shook as my whole body screamed with sensation. His tongue danced around the head of my length, dragging along the underside so slowly I was shaking. His lips wrapped around me like silk with a warm breath, and his hands held my thighs open. I panted as sweat dripped from my skin, and my precum leaked from my length while my hips twitched every time he moaned around me. He swallowed me down again—deeper this time, his throat massaging my length—and I felt my release build. It surged fast. Really fast. “Oh… shit… I’m gonna…” He pulled back entirely with a wet pop, his lips red and glistening. “No,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Not yet.” My brain stopped working. “Please,” I gasped, reaching down towards my length. “Don’t stop. I was almost…” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking like the devil. “You said you would do anything for me, didn’t you?” “I… yes! Just… please…” ~Ugh, you’re embarrassing,” my wolf’s voice groaned in my head, dripping with attitude. “You can’t even take a little edging? Where’s our dignity?~ “Dignity?” I hissed out loud, to myself, still clutching my hard length. “You literally just told me to let him eat me alive minutes ago!” ~Yeah, well… he stopped mid-feast. That’s an offense.~ I blinked. “Are you… are you sulking?” “Did you just talk back to your own wolf?” Rafael’s voice cut in, amused and smug as hell. I looked up, flushed and mortified. He was laughing. Full chest, smug Alpha laugh. “You just got your damn wolf, didn’t you?” He teased, his eyes gleaming. “All thanks to me.” I scowled. “That’s not your concern.” “Oh, sweetheart,” he paused before he continued, “You're adorable.” He dropped onto the mattress, sprawled like a king in his full Alpha glory. His chest rose and fell with slow, commanding breaths, his silver eyes fixed on me like I was dessert. My eyes went below as his right hand got rid of the towel. His length stood proud, taunting me. I can’t size up the inches but it was long. It was also glistening with oil. Was he using his hands on himself in the bathroom earlier? He ran his fingers lazily across his abs. “You said you would do anything.” He reminded me, his voice low and sinful. “So tell me, what can you do for me?” I was there, still panting, trembling, hard and leaking. My body was screaming, but my voice faltered. “I… I’m not sure,” I said honestly, my cheeks burning. “I’ve never… I’ve only ever used my hand. And my… you know. Just fingers.” Embarrassed, I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t think I’m… good in bed.” Rafael’s smirk deepened into something darker. “You mean,” he said, pushing himself up on one elbow, “no one’s ever been inside you?” I nodded, swallowing my spit which was already getting hotter in my mouth. His growl rumbled across the room, deep. “Good,” he said. “Then I’ll be your first.” “W… What?” “I want you fully naked,” he commanded. I blinked. “What? Right now?” “Right here. Right now. On my bed.” My fingers moved before I could think. I reached for my shirt and slowly peeled it off, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze devoured me. Every inch I exposed was met with a low, hungry sound from Rafael. When my shirt dropped to the floor, and I stood completely naked, he let out a low, muffled moan that went straight to my rear. “Shit,” he muttered, stroking himself once. “You're fucking perfect. Come here.” And I moved. He grabbed my hips and flipped me without stress, pinning me beneath him. His hot body melted into mine while his chest against mine, his length heavy and hard against my thigh before he slid upward. His fingers threaded through my hair and tilted my head back gently. “Now open,” he whispered. I gasped before I opened my mouth for him. He fed his length into my mouth slowly. The size of it makes my jaw stretch wide. The scent of him—raw Alpha musk, spiced cedar and lust—flooded my senses. I gagged on the first push, pulling back slightly. His fingers held me in place. “Relax your throat, baby,” he whispered. “Take me in. That’s it.” I released my mouth and he eased forward, letting him sink deeper. And damn, he was huge. My mouth was full—Inches of his thick Alpha length, pulsing with heat, throbbing as it slid farther in. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I pushed through, determined, and desperate for him inside my mouth. “F… fuck,” Rafael moaned above me, his hips rolling slowly as he pushed himself deeper. “That mouth. Shit. You were made for this.” The heat in my mouth bloomed. His length filled my mouth, pressing my tongue deeper with every slow thrust. And I wanted to make him moan louder. I don’t know what came over me—hunger, heat, or just raw, maddening lust—but I devoured Rafael like I would never taste length again. I sucked on him like a glutton. Like a starving Omega kneeling at the feet of a god. He moved in my mouth, stretching me until drool pooled. My throat burned and I obeyed. I bobbed my head, slurping with messy, eager sounds, and let his taste drown me. “You’re a fucking mess down there,” Rafael grunted, gripping the back of my head. “Suck me like the little lengthslut I know you are.” He continued thrusting into my mouth—faster, deeper, rougher—until I was gagging between moans, my eyes watery, my throat raw, but damn, I was so hard I could cry. He growled, his hips pounding into me like I was nothing but a slave to use. Just as the coil in my belly began to twist tighter, a loud, obnoxious ringing cut through the moment. The fucking landline. Rafael snarled, dragging his length from my mouth with a slick pop. I blinked, dazed, my lips bruised and my chin soaked with spit and Alpha scent as I breathed heavily. He grabbed the phone off the dresser and answered, still panting. “What?” I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but his face twisted into pure rage. “I said, I’m busy.” There was a pause after. Then his voice dropped lower into a snarling one. “I’m claiming what’s mine.” Then, he smashed the phone onto the floor. The glass shattered across the tiles. I flinched. My heart, racing faster in my chest. He turned back to me, his eyes wild. And without another word, he crawled back down the bed and pushed me flat on my back. “You’re not cumming yet,” he muttered. “Not until I taste you.” His hand slid down my trembling thighs, spreading me open. He didn’t even hesitate. He just sank between them, his face buried where my heat throbbed the most. He breathed right into me. My hips jerked. “Oh… oh no. Not yet!” That warm exhale against my slick rear made me shudder like a broken dam. It was humiliating how wet and desperate I was. I gasped aloud, my hands clutching the sheets as Rafael’s tongue dragged across my rear. “Please… It’s… It’s so good.” My head snapped back as Rafael’s tongue plunged deep. Slick sounds echoed in the room, each stroke of his tongue lapping at me, dragging sparks and absolute insanity. I tried to push him off in order to breathe, but he gripped my hips down hard, holding me still like I was his meal and he hadn't eaten in weeks. I trembled as I cried out, my toes curling. And still, he continued. My wolf was somewhere in the back laughing and hollering like we had just won the Alpha lottery. That—Bitch. Then Rafael pulled back, just slightly, his voice a low, hungry growl against my slick hole. “You think that was good, sweetheart?” A high whine spilled from me, humiliatingly eager. His eyes burned into mine, glowing with Alpha fire. “Wait till you feel me inside you.”I woke up slowly, my body tired and aching in the best way. Sunlight poured through the huge windows of Marcus’s penthouse. I was lying on my side, pressed between warm, solid bodies. Tyrone’s thick arm was draped over my waist. Jamal’s chest was against my back, his soft cock resting heavily between my ass cheeks. Marcus was in front of me, one big hand cupping my face. Noah was on the far side of the bed, still asleep, curled up like he was trying to hide from what we had done last night.My hole throbbed. I could feel their cum still inside me, warm and sticky, slowly leaking out every time I shifted. My thighs were sticky. My lips felt swollen. I had never been so thoroughly used, and I had never felt so alive.Marcus’s eyes opened first. He smiled that slow, dangerous smile and pulled me closer. “Morning, baby. How’s that pretty hole feeling?”I blushed hard. “Sore… but full.”“Good.” He kissed me deep and slow, his tongue sliding against mine while his hand slid down to
The double stretch inside me was already too much, but they weren’t finished. Jamal and Marcus kept thrusting together, slow and deep, their thick cocks rubbing against each other every time they moved. The vibrating plug buzzed between them, sending constant shocks through my prostate. I stared at the mirror, watching my hole stretched impossibly wide around both of them, my cock leaking in a steady stream onto my stomach.Tyrone climbed onto the bed in front of me. He knelt so his heavy cock slapped against my lips. “Open up, baby. Time to take all three.”I parted my lips and he pushed in. Now I had two cocks in my ass and one in my mouth. The fullness was insane. My body shook so hard the bed rattled. Every thrust from Jamal and Marcus forced a moan around Tyrone’s cock. Spit ran down my chin. Tears streamed from my eyes.Marcus reached over and grabbed a handful of soft black feathers from the nightstand. He dragged them lightly across my chest, over my nipples, down my stomach
Big hands yanked my hips up until my ass was high in the air and my chest pressed into the mattress. My wrists stayed tied to the headboard, stretched tight above me. The blindfold kept everything black, but I could feel them moving around me, their heat, their size, and their hunger.Jamal climbed behind me first. His thick cock slapped against my hole once, twice, and then pushed in with one hard thrust. No slow start this time. He buried all the way to the balls in a single stroke. I screamed into the pillow. The stretch was even bigger than Marcus, the angle hitting my prostate dead on.“Fuck yes,” Jamal growled, gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises. “This is what that hole was made for.” He started pounding right away, deep, brutal strokes that slammed the bed against the wall. Every thrust shoved me forward, my tied arms pulling tight, my face buried in the sheets.Tyrone slid underneath me on his back. His mouth found my cock and swallowed me down in one we
Marcus’s thick cock slapped against my cheek again, hot and heavy, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum across my lips. I opened wider without thinking. The head pushed past my tongue and filled my mouth in one slow glide. He was huge. My jaw stretched wide, the weight of his cock pressing down on my tongue.“That’s it, baby,” Marcus growled. “Show your man how a real cock stretches that pretty throat.”I moaned around him. The sound came out muffled and desperate. Noah’s low groan floated from the corner of the room. I pictured him sitting there, naked with his hand wrapped around his own cock, eyes locked on me.Jamal stepped in from the left. His cock slapped the other side of my face, then dragged across my lips while Marcus was still buried deep. “Open wider. You’re gonna take all three of us tonight.”A big hand grabbed my hair from behind. That was Tyrone because of the size. He tilted my head back. “Look at you already drooling. Your fiancé is watching every second. Tell him h
The elevator doors opened straight into Marcus’s penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the whole city sparkling below us. Soft music played from hidden speakers. The place smelled like expensive cologne and fresh leather. Marcus stood there in a black button-down that stretched across his chest. Jamal leaned against the kitchen island with a glass of champagne already in his hand. Tyrone sat on the long couch, his legs spread wide, smiling like he already knew how the night would end.Noah’s hand stayed on my lower back as we stepped inside. “You still good, baby?” he whispered.I nodded, but my heart was hammering. My palms were damp. I wanted this so badly my legs felt weak.Marcus handed me a cold flute. “Drink slowly. We want you to be relaxed, not sloppy.” His deep voice rolled over me like warm oil. He clinked his glass against mine and let his fingers brush my wrist on purpose.We sat in a circle on the huge sectional. Champagne was passed around. At first the talk stay
The candlelight flickered between us on the small dining table. I had made Noah’s favorite pasta, the one with the creamy garlic sauce he always said reminded him of our first date. It is two weeks before our wedding and the apartment felt quieter than usual. Noah kept looking at me across the plates, his fingers tapping the stem of his wine glass. I knew that look. He had something big on his mind.“Baby,” he said softly, “I need to tell you something.”My heart picked up speed. I set my fork down and gave him my full attention. “You can tell me anything.”He took a slow breath. “I keep thinking about our wedding night. About how much I love you. But also… about how much it turns me on to imagine you with other guys. Strong guys. Three of them. Black guys with big cocks. I want to watch them take you apart while I sit in the corner and stroke myself.”The words hit me like a warm wave. My face went hot. My cock twitched hard inside my jeans. I had to shift in my chair to hide ho







