Page 63 of Mask and the Magnolia

Maybe we can work up to that.

I have no idea if it’s a thing, I’ve never fucked an alpha before, but I’m going to see if Des is willing to try because I want him on my knot pretty goddamn bad.

I hold him still for a second, earning me an irritated grunt but when I use my knees to widen his thighs then lean forward, slip my left hand around to his abs, up over his chest until it’s finally gripping his throat, Des moans.

”You like being choked, baby?” I pull him with me as I straighten up, his back arching against my chest as I nip at his ear. “Want me to squeeze your pretty throat until I can bite it?”

He groans, nodding his head as he reaches back and braces himself on my thighs. “Now fuck me, Korvin, before I come without you.”

I grin as I pull almost all the way out then slam back into him, my right hand moving from his hip around to his cock where I start stroking him in time with my thrusts.

We fuck like we kiss.

Aggressive, almost angry. Rough and possessive. I pound myself in and out of Desmond’s ass so hard he has to reach out and brace himself on the nearest tree, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, he uses the trunk to meet me thrust for thrust, his ass bouncing off my knot while I twist my fist around his.

Within a matter of minutes I’m ready to explode, my balls drawing up tight, my knot swelling to painful, trying desperately to hold him in place. I maybe have a few more seconds, a few more hard thrusts left in me before I’m filling him full. I’m not going to be able to stop myself, not with how fucking good Desmond feels.

”Shit,” he hisses as his back arches further. “Fuck, Korvin.”

That’s when I feel the first rope of cum fill my palm, my hand sliding over the head of his cock as Des’s climax takes hold.

Thank fuck.

Without even trying, I follow his lead, my hips slamming into his ass one brutal, final time, holding him there as I fire jet after jet of cum inside him. Filling him so goddamn full I’m actually worried when we’re finished and I pull out.

Something he must read on my face when Des turns around.

“I can promise you, we will have more for Magnolia.” He takes my hand and starts licking his cum from my fingers. “I don’t know how but I know for a fact, we are going to fill her up so fucking good. Our sweet little flower will milk our cocks, she’ll squeeze our knots as we bite her, bond her, and make her fucking ours.”

Desmond leans forward and kisses me, the taste of his cum flooding my mouth, that spicy scent of his, it’s an undertone to what I can only describe as pineapple, and when he goes to pull away, I nip his lips then suck on the lower one to get every last bit.

“Hold on,she might be in there.”

Des pops the screen free from the window then turns slowly to look at me. “Isn’t that the whole fucking point?”

”We’re going to scare the shit out of her if we come in through her bedroom window.”

”Fine,” he grunts as he lets go of the screen and drops it on the ground. “We’ll go in through the living room.”

I start moving along the ledge of the building, scowling as we crab walk toward Magnolia’s balcony. “Like I fucking said from the beginning.”

Des rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’re real lucky you give good dick, Vin. If you didn’t, I’d be inclined to push you off this ledge and wave as you fall three floors.”

“I could say the same. If you didn’t take my cock so well, I’d have already shoved you off the building.”

“Ah, the afterglow,” Des deadpans. “Your love for me is abundantly clear, I don’t know how?—“

”Hey.” I reach out and grab his arm, startling him a little as he looks back at me. “I do love you, you know.”

For the first time since I’ve known him, Desmond Hawthorne gives me a real, genuine, not sardonic or shit eating, smile. One that makes him look vulnerable and kind of innocent, and really really pretty.

“I know,” he says softly. “I love you, too.”

I give his forearm a squeeze as I run my thumb back and forth over his pulse. Then I smirk. “Good. Now move your ass before I punt it onto that balcony.”

Des silently cackles as we both go back to scaling Magnolia’s building.

Once we were out of the woods we had to be a little more careful because we don’t exactly look like a couple of college kids out for a stroll at 2am. Honestly, Desmond and I look like the felons we are, with or without the jumpsuits, so this might have gone from risky to downright dangerous.