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But yes, I craved it.
I could envision them holding me down and torturing me with the slow and steady press of their thick cocks in all my holes, tight and small. Oooh yeah. I squirmed against the wall, panties now sopping with juices.
How do they always get me so wet? When they’re not even here?
Because even with the potential pain, I wanted them. Over and over and over again.
The coolness of the wall pressed into my bare back. I should have been sleeping, but it was impossible.
Only an hour had passed since they teased me with the thick length of their dicks—rubbing against my softness while dripping pre-cum onto my curves. I’d begged them sh
amelessly to fuck me, but they’d laughed, making me shiver with ecstasy again and again.
And yet, my mind just wouldn’t settle down.
Which one of my alphas is best? I really can’t be sure.
They were all so kind—sexy too. I loved Mason's dick. It was thick and circumcised like a porn star. Like him, his manhood tasted just a little sweet, like pineapples even. I’d read in magazines that fruit could make man meat taste good. His joystick curved to the left and always seemed to aim for my hand, perfect for me to jerk it off.
Then there was Trent's cock. It was huge. Uncut too, unlike anything that I’d ever seen in the few porn movies that I’d watched throughout puberty. It felt bigger in my mouth, the veins pulsing and thick.
And Nick: his beautiful, purple dick pointed straight up. Like the others, it was massive and perpetually hard as a rock. In the shower, he pushed the throbbing organ between my boobs like that was the perfect receptacle. It was—but I think it would fit in my pussy rather nicely too.
Their cocks were all different, but so good. It was impossible to choose. I wanted them all.
And luckily, they wanted me too.
Happiness bubbled up like champagne.
Even though I was getting tired, there was a sweet smile on my face.
Me. Little Katy Baxter. Lucky little girl.
But suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, pulling me out of my stupor.
I darted a glance at the bedside clock. It was late, but not that late. After working with them for a few weeks now, I knew that they partied well in to the wee hours and they partied hard. Hard drugs were never involved. Alcohol was, though. They would drink all night and sleep it off the next day. Such is the life of a rock star.
So it was actually a little early for the alphas to turn in.
But maybe this was all part of the plan?
I opened the door, and gasped.
Because it was them. Mason, Trent, and Nick stood in the doorway grinning. Even Nick, and he never smiled, not even in pictures.
“H-hi,” I stammered, shocked. “You’re here early.”
“We couldn’t stay away,” Mason drawled as he looked me up and down. That massive shaft bulged obscenely against his jeans, the man not even bothering to hide it. “Not when a chick as hot as you was so close. We can drink whiskey any time. We can only drink Katy if she’s awake.”
“I-I—” My stammer was cut off by a smiling Nick.
He had actually smiled. It had lasted a whole minute, and that was probably more than the man had smiled in his entire life.
Is it because of me? Am I bringing this out in him?
It was an honor of sorts frankly. Happiness welled up inside once more.
“We were gonna drink all night and shoot the shit,” Nick growled. “But what's better than coming back up here to you?”
