6. Zia’s POV

“Oh? So can you?” I asked.

My grinding pace picked up, and I wrapped my hands around his shoulders to hold tight.

I could feel myself about to unravel, about to burst, and I didn't care about anything.

“Oh goddess, I'm so close,” I blurted out of nowhere and closed my eyes. But just when I thought I could reach that peak, he suddenly straightened his leg, catching me just before I dragged us both down.

“What was that for?” I snapped my eyes open, my voice shaky as my lips trembled to hold back tears.

“You don’t get to come before me,” he said, as he dipped his three fingers inside me, pushing the fabric of my underwear so deep that I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming.

And just when I thought he was done exploring, he went ahead and spread the three fingers inside me.

“Oh God. What are you doing?” I cried, tightening my hold on his shoulder, but he didn't flinch or seem affected by my weight when he answered.

“Checking to see if you're ready.”

Then he took out his fingers and sucked them clean.

“I can easily slip in. Now take off your pants,” he said, and I felt like sense was suddenly slapped into my head.

“We can't, what if…”

“Just do as I say before I rip the fabric into shreds.”

I gulped because I had no doubt he could do it.

Slipping the cotton down my thighs was no easy feat either, because of how far up it was stuck inside me.

“All the way,” he said when I pulled it down to my calves, and I happily did as I was told.

I'd been bullied into doing things most of my life since my mom's death, but this was the first time I was enjoying it.

“Good girl.”

His compliment made my cheeks as red as a ripe tomato, and if I thought I was already stimulated, the moment he held my left thigh to hug his waist while I remained standing on my right leg, I started to shiver.

Not because of the cold breeze teasing my entrance, but because of his hands gripping into my thighs.

“Now I'm going to fuck you just like I promised. But we can't have others hear those delectable noises of yours, so bite into this,” he said and stuffed my mouth with my already soaked panties, giving me a chance to taste myself.

“I'll go all in now. Lunch break is almost over,” he said as his whole seven and a half inches entered my hole and hit my womb.

I had no doubt that if he fucked me that way a couple more times and poured his seed inside me, I'd be birthing his pups in nine months' time.

“Are you ready?” he asked as my walls clenched around his veiny length as if he was customizing my insides.

I nodded with a smile that disappeared the moment he pulled out and slammed back in.

Again, all of his length.

The first time I took him and his brothers, I wasn't able to walk for a whole week.

Back then, they all held back because it was my first time.

This time… I didn't even want to think about it.

Mostly because I couldn't.

All that filled my mind was the fact that I needed to hold onto him if I didn't want to lose my footing.

Every time he hit that spot, I'd beg him with my eyes to just stay there a little longer so I could cum, but he would pull out the next minute and slam back in with greater intensity.

As he continued, I gave up trying to communicate with my eyes and finally accepted that Tyler just wanted to brand me with his dick.

And honestly, I couldn't complain.

This beat eating in that lousy cafeteria.

“I'm going to cum now,” he said, but my eyes had already rolled to the back from an overdose of pleasure, and I'd cum twice on his cock without him slowing his pace.

But just when I thought he would make me the mother of his pups, he pulled out and let go of my leg around his waist.

I naturally lost my footing and slumped to my knees, holding onto his thighs so I didn't fall face-flat to the ground.

As if to reward me, he shot his seed on my face.

Makeup. What was makeup when I could smear the Alpha's warm cum on my face?

I inched to taste it, but I knew my mouth was for Cain.

“Thank you,” I found myself saying as I tapped my clitoris on my third orgasm.

He stood with me and watched me clean my face before he left.

And not until I was all alone, resting my back on the wall while I sat on the stairs, did I remember my question.

Ugh. That cheat.