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The other two are big, and I definitely have no complaints, especially with Xavier’s knot still buried in me, but Tristan is the kind of big that makes my stomach flip with both nerves and desire. He’s long and thick, and his cock juts out from his body, curving up toward his navel. I don’t even know if I’d be able to get my fingers to meet around it, and I bite my lip as I stare at it.
Tristan’s expression turns challenging as he reads the shock on my face. He looks like he’s already on the defensive, or like he’s preparing to be let down by me saying I don’t want him anymore or something.
But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I want him even more now.
“I don’t know if that’s going to fit inside me,” I admit. “But I want to try. I want to choke on your cock.”
With my heat still riding me, it’s easy to say stuff like that without being held back by embarrassment. My cheeks are stillflushed, and my walls flutter around Xavier’s knot, illustrating just how turned on and needy for it I am.
Tristan lets out a breath, but he comes even closer to the bed.
Xavier’s knot goes down enough that his cock slips out of me, sending a rush of cum out to smear against my thighs. I barely notice though, locking in on Tristan’s cock and the way I want it.
I shift on the bed, reaching for him, and he meets me halfway.
His cock is hot and hard when I get it in my hand, but the skin is soft and warm. He has a thick vein that runs along the shaft to the head of him, and I follow it with the pad of my thumb, gratified to hear Tristan’s sharp intake of breath.
I can barely get my hand around it, and my fingers definitely don’t meet in the middle. My heart races at the reality of just how big he is, but it doesn’t put me off at all. I want him, and I want to do this.
I hold him steady and lower my head, dragging my tongue along the head of his cock. He’s already leaking precum, and I lap at it, letting the taste flood my senses.
“Fuck,” Tristan groans, his hips stuttering forward.
I look up at him through my lashes, amazed at the feelings playing out on his face. It’s a new thing with him, and I want to see more.
So I open my mouth wide and take as much of him as I can in.
And it’s not that much. The head and a few inches past that. My cheeks bulge out from the mouthful, but I moan around him at the way he tastes and the weight of his huge cock on my tongue.
Tristan echoes the sound, his fingers clenching again.
I bob my head, working the section of his cock I fit with everything I have. I let my tongue rub against him, and drool drips in messy strings from my mouth down his cock.
The sounds are filthy and wet, echoing around us as I slurp and suck his cock, and just that is enough to have my body aching all over again.
With Xavier’s cock no longer in me, I feel empty now, like I need to be filled or touched or something. I work my hand down between my legs, slipping and sliding through the mess of cum and slick to rub at my clit.
I mimic the motions Xavier made when he got me off most recently, and the way he told me touch myself to make myself come.
Considering how keyed up I am, it doesn’t take a practiced hand or any finesse really. Just the touch of my slippery fingers to that bundle of nerves is enough to have me moaning and grinding on my own hand.
“Penelope,” Tristan growls, and the sound goes right to my clit, making me clench around nothing. I keep working myself, chasing the bliss that’s starting to spread sticky sweet through my limbs.
Tristan breathes hard through his nose, and it’s obvious that he’s holding himself back. He’s trying not to hurt me, not to actually choke me on his cock.
But I look up at him with pleading eyes, not taking my mouth from around his cock to actually plead out loud.
He gets the message easily enough. Either that, or the very last shred of his control has finally been decimated. Whatever the reason, he grabs a handful of my hair in his hand and uses it as leverage to pull me back from his cock.
Disappointment crashes through me because I assume he’s done with this, done with me.
“Open,” he barks, and there’s no arguing with the order of an Alpha like this. Not that I would want to.
I open my mouth obediently, and he immediately shoves his cock back in. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag,but that doesn’t stop him. He gives me a half second to snatch a breath of hair and then presses his cock back between my lips and as deep as it will go.
His hips snap, sending another inch or so of that massive dick into my mouth, and I do choke on him. Something about it makes me wetter, and I whimper as much as I can, urging him on.
He sets a punishing pace, fucking my mouth with deep, almost brutal strokes. The head of his cock hits my throat again, but this time I’m more prepared for it, and I manage to relax enough that he can get past my gag reflex.