Crazy Mating: Daddy Alphas on My Bed

AN AWFUL MESS

MIA

The second Xander’s hand leaves my body I bolt, heart hammering, thighs slick with shame and need.

I rush down the hallway toward the bathroom in my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it with shaking fingers.

My back hits the wood as I slide down, legs trembling. I am soaked — my panties clinging wetly to my p***y, the ache between my legs throbbing so badly I want to cry.

This is wrong. So f*****g wrong.

I let Jakob kiss me, touch me, make me feel things I shouldn’t.

And now all I can think about is Xander — the way he cupped my p***y through my pants earlier, two thick fingers pressing against my soaked folds, feeling how wet I already am for him.

I am a mess. A widow who should be grieving, not dripping like a desperate slut for the man who broke my heart years ago, and her husband’s father!

But my body doesn’t care.

I strip off my clothes in seconds, the oversized t-shirt and ruined panties hitting the floor.

The mirror shows a woman with flushed cheeks, hard n*****s, and a glistening p***y that betrays every guilty thought.

I step into the shower, turning the water on hot, letting the spray sting my skin.

I close my eyes.

And I see them both.

Xander and Jakob.

They step into the bathroom together, eyes dark with hunger.

Xander’s hands are on me first, rough and possessive, shoving me against the wet tiled walls.

Jakob is behind me, lips on my neck, his c**k pressing against my ass while Xander sinks two thick fingers deep inside my p***y.

“Oh f**k…” I moan, my own hand slipping between my legs. My fingers circle my swollen c**t, then push inside, mimicking the fantasy.

The water pounds down on my breasts as

I pump faster, imagining Xander’s thick c**k replacing my fingers, stretching me open while Jakob pinches my n*****s and whispers filthy things in my ear.

They take turns with me.

Xander lifts me up from behind, his strong arms holding me suspended, his thick c**k sliding into my tight ass in one brutal thrust.

Jakob steadies me from underneath, his c**k pushing into my dripping p***y at the same time.

I am stuffed full, double-penetrated, screaming as they f**k me together .

Xander is pounding my ass from behind, and Jakob is thrusting up into my p***y, both c***s stretching me to so wide and raw.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Xander growls in my ear, his voice dark and filthy. “You bought s*x toys to f**k yourself to thoughts of me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan out loud in the shower, fingers plunging harder into my cunt. “Yes, yes…”

Jakob thrusts deeper, making me scream. He chuckles, his voice rough with lust.

“And you pushed me away, but all you truly wanted was to mount my c**k and let it stretch your tight little pussy.”

“Yes!” I scream, pumping three fingers into my p***y, then four.

I need to feel it, I need to feel all of them far inside me, choking me till I can barely breathe.

Xander shifts into his big werewolf, standing on two feet, his massive c**k stretches even more inside my ass, while Jakob’s thick d**k pounds my p***y from below.

I throw my head backwards, screaming out loud.

“Xander… Jakob… please… f**k me harder… stuff me full with your c***s…”

The guilt only makes it hotter — the shame of wanting both of them, of being so wet and desperate.

“I want you to c*m inside me,” I beg out loud, voice breaking. “Fill me up… leave me dripping with your c*m… please…”

My legs shake.

“f**k me… ruin me… I want to be f****d by both of you…”

The orgasm hits me like a freight train.

“Xander! Jakob!” I scream, the sound echoing off the tiles as my p***y clenches violently around my fingers.

Hot waves of pleasure crash through me, my juices gushing out, mixing with the shower water, running down my thighs in slick rivulets.

I keep pumping, riding every pulse, sobbing their names again and again until I am shaking, overstimulated, and barely able to stand.

When it finally fades, I slide down the wall, panting, water cascading over my spent body.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I have just come screaming both their names — fantasizing about being double-f****d while my husband is dead.

The guilt twists in my gut like a knife, but beneath it, deep and shameful, is pure satisfaction.

It feels so f*****g good. My p***y still flutters with aftershocks, sensitive and slick, craving more.

When did I become this person?

I turn off the water with trembling hands and step out, wrapping a towel around myself.

My legs are weak, my cheeks flushed, my n*****s still tight against the soft fabric.

I open the bathroom door.

And there he is.

Xander leans against my vanity mirror, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes dark and burning as they rake over my barely-covered body.

He looks like he wants to devour me whole.

“How…how long have you been there?” I stutter, avoiding his gaze, knowing I’m still dripping from the juices that ran down my thighs while I imagined him f*****g me.

His eyes darken as he stares at me.

“Long enough”