Chapter 3: Climax
As the afternoon turned into early evening, Amelia found herself lying naked on the cold hardwood flooring of her living room. Her body felt heavy, sore, and utterly content. Memories of the events the prior day played like a hardcore porn movie in her mind's eye. Her heart raced with excitement recalling the intense, erotic encounters with her newfound alphas.
The sound of knocking on her door snapped her back to reality. With a groggy smile, she answered the door to see James standing outside holding a bottle of Hennessey.
"Good morning, beautiful. You must be parched." He handed her the drink with a seductive smile.
Taking the bottle from him, she leaned against the wall, sipping the harsh liquor. Feeling embarrassed by her state, she mumbled something along the lines of "Thanks for yesterday...", unsure of what to say to a man who gangbanged you with his friends, who is also your next door neighbor. For better or worse there was no escaping what happened the previous night.
He replied, "You know you're naked, we should probably step inside." Smiling.
"Oh, Fuck!" She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into her apartment filled with golden-hour lighting from the sunset. Slamming the door, she began marching to her bedroom to put some clothes on when James caught her by the hand and reeled her into his arms. He towered over her. She thought about his naked body and massive penis oozing cum over her tongue the previous evening.
Trembling, she allowed James to lead her towards her bedroom. She closed the door behind them; James locked it. In the dimness of the bedroom, he quickly undressed himself, his powerful physique exposed under the low lights. The sight sent electric shocks throughout her body - her nipples ached for attention, and her pussy leaked a steady stream of juices. Desire clouded her judgment, causing her to forget why she had come here initially. She had come for opportunity and jobs, instead she had a train run on her by her neighbors less than a month after her arrival.
She lay naked and vulnerable on the bed as his massive frame towered above her. She went to embrace him with her mouth, but then remembered he hadn't been inside her pussy or ass last night.
He spoke, "Just 'cause I let the guys fuck you doesn't mean you belong to us all. You belong to me. You came over yesterday and specifically asked to suck me."
"You want me to ride you?" she asked, "Or put it in my ass?"
"Any way you want me, daddy," she continued.
Amelia couldn't help but feel excited knowing that James wouldn't share her with anyone else today. There was something so incredibly attractive about the idea of belonging solely to him, even if only temporarily.
James pulled off his shorts and revealed his impressive erection. He positioned himself between her legs, guiding her to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft. Amelia stroked him, feeling the veins pulsing underneath his skin, her gaze fixed on his face.
He took a swig of the Hennessy. Then he put his cock right in front of her mouth. “You love nigga-dick you country slut. Suck this big black dick!” She exclaimed as she eagerly opened wide. His large member disappeared between her lips, forcing her head backward until it hit the mattress. She gagged momentarily before resuming her task. James moaned approvingly as he watched her devour his cock wholeheartedly. This display of submission only increased his desire for her further. He roughly guided her onto her hands and knees. It seemed clear that tonight belonged entirely to him – every part of her would succumb to his will.
As he pressed firmly against her entrance, he heard a loud crack.