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Death by Penalty Box Pussy. Told you I was lucky.
My knot pounds, filling more with every slide of her luscious body over mine. My balls draw tight, tingling from the cold air and the warm slick dribbling down them. I clutch my hands onto her hips, my head falling back on rough pants.
“Fuck, sweetness. Yes. You ride my cock so good. Dirty, beautiful girl. Fuck me harder. Show me who I belong to.”
Remi moans, picking up speed until I can’t process anything other than the pleasure building at the base of my dick. It spreads up into my abdomen, cinching every muscle as her wet heat strokes my dick harder and faster.
When she bends forward, rubbing her clit all over my knot, I almost lose my shit right then and there. “Fuck. Naughty omega. I told Cass about that. Did he show you? Is that why you’ve been letting him take care of this sweet pussy every night?”
To my delight, she actually answers me. “Yes,” she cries. “Damon, I’m going to?—”
She makes herself come, grinding us together as she clamps around my length until stars burst behind my eyelids. I snarl, snatching her body against mine and holding her down as I fill her with thick washes of cum.
Remi takes it all, snuggling as close as she can while I shudder over the edge. When I finally float back into my body, she’s pressing soft kisses into my jaw.
“I think my legs are too shaky to skate,” she huffs, giggling.
Shit. Mine too.
I smooth her hair back with both of my hands, considering our options. “Guess we’re stuck in the penalty box for a few more minutes, pretty girl.”
She scoots closer, tucking our hips together and letting me stay inside of her. It’s the exact intimacy I was after, and I drop my forehead to her shoulder, absorbing it.
“Hey, Damon,” she whispers a second later.
“Yeah, sweetness?”
She bounces slightly on top of me. “You’re all in.”
The stupid pun makes me laugh way harder than I have any right to. I clutch her to my chest while I snort, shaking my head. “Damn right, I am.”
chapter
forty-four
*Pierson Pack Group Chat*
Cassian
What am I picking up for dinner?
Damon
Can’t think.
Remi looks so hot right now, I could legitimately die.
Remi
They’re just muffins, Trouble.
Damon
She’s leaving out the part where she ran downstairs in a thong to get them out of the oven.
Aaaaand she just put an apron on over it.
I’m officially dead.
