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The Alpha Train’s Fucktoy.

In this intense modern romance, a world of dangerous mafia ties and high-stakes power plays unfolds. The story follows a protagonist trapped in a cycle of submission and survival, serving as a pawn for a dominant Alpha within a ruthless organization. As dark desires clash with the brutal reality of the underworld, the characters must navigate a path defined by control, obsession, and the complex price of loyalty in a lawless society.
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Chapter 7

Dean gripped Alex’s hips hard enough to leave bruises as he thrust up into him with abandon, grunting with each snap of his hips.

“Fuck yeah, take it,” he growled, slamming up into Alex’s ass so hard the headboard rattled against the wall. “Gonna fill this tight little hole up so good...”

Alex could only moan and gasp beneath him, eyes glazed over with pleasure as he took everything Dean gave him. His own cock bobbed against his stomach, leaking steadily and untouched.

Jenna watched them both with wide, lust-drunk eyes, fingers flying over her clit as she chased her own release. The sight of them fucking so ruthlessly and dirty was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Alex cried out suddenly, his back arching as he came hard with a shout. His cock twitched and spurted pearly ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest as he milked himself with his own hand.

Dean groaned at the feel of Alex’s ass clenching down on his cock and snapped his hips a few more times before burying himself balls deep and coming with a guttural moan.

“Fuck yeah, take it all,” he growled, emptying his balls deep inside Alex’s hole.

Jenna watched their faces twist in pleasure as they came, feeling her own climax building fast at the erotic sight.

With a keening cry, she buried her fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy and rubbed her clit furiously, coming hard as she watched them paint each other in their release.

Dean collapsed back onto the bed after he finished coming, pulling Alex down on top of him.

“Good boy,” he panted, petting Alex’s sweaty hair. “Took my load so well.”

Alex just hummed contentedly, nuzzling into Dean’s neck.

Dean looked over at Jenna, still coming down from her own high. “Get over here,” he ordered silkily. “I want to taste your cum.”

Jenna shivered at that and crawled over the bed to kneel between his legs. She leaned down to lick a stripe up his shaft, moaning at the mingled taste of their releases.

“Fuck, you’re filthy,” Dean groaned, tangling a hand in her hair. “I like that.”

He pushed her head down further, and she obediently swallowed him to the root, gagging slightly as he bumped the back of her throat.

“Just like that,” he growled, holding her there until she relaxed enough to take him fully.

Jenna moaned around his cock and reached up to fondle his heavy balls, marveling at how quickly he was already hardening again.

Alex propped himself up on one elbow to watch them, a dark flush on his cheeks. “Dean,” he whined needily. “I’m still empty...please...”

Dean turned his head to look at Alex over his shoulder and smirked. “Want my cum too, baby?” he purred silkily.

Alex nodded, biting his lip. “Please...”

Dean reached over to grab Jenna’s hand, guiding her fingers to his cum-slick hole. “Make him feel good, sweetheart,” he ordered gruffly. “Get me hard again while you’re at it.”

Jenna shivered at the command and obediently circled Alex’s stretched rim with two fingers, pushing inside gently.

Alex gasped at the sensation and reached down to grab her wrist. “Fuck yeah, just like that...” he groaned breathlessly.

Dean watched them both with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand fisted in Jenna’s hair as he used her mouth for his pleasure.

After a few minutes, Jenna could feel him hardening again, thick and insistent against her tongue. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down his length.

“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” Dean grunted, hips jerking up into her mouth. “Wanna fill that ass up.”

He reached over to pull Alex closer by the hips, lining himself up with Alex’s gaping hole.

With a single hard thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside Alex once more, making him cry out around Jenna’s fingers.

She could feel Alex’s hole clenching down on her fingers with every rough snap of Dean’s hips as he fucked him back into her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” Dean groaned, hands fisting in both their hair now as he used them for his pleasure. “Gonna breed this tight little ass...make you mine...”

Alex could only whimper and writhe between them as Dean took him hard and fast, shoving him back down onto Jenna’s fingers with each ruthless thrust.

The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and breathless moans as they all chased their pleasure.

Jenna felt herself growing wetter by the second just from watching them together, their tangled bodies moving in perfect sync.

Dean came first with a harsh shout, pumping his release deep inside Alex’s ass. He pulled out with a wet squelch and grabbed Jenna by the hips, flipping her onto her back and burying himself inside her dripping cunt before she could even process what was happening.

“Fuck!” she cried out as he split her open on his thick cock, stretching her almost painfully.

He pounded into her relentlessly, grunting with every snap of his hips. “Take it,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Fucking take my cock like a good little slut.”

Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else.

She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly.

“Please,” she whimpered brokenly. “Need you both...”

Dean smirked down at her cruelly and reached up to grab her throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her dizzy with pleasure. “Such a greedy little cunt,” he purred silkily. “Want us to fill all your holes up?”

Jenna nodded frantically, beyond words now.

Dean released her throat and pulled out abruptly, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. He grabbed Alex and pushed him down onto the bed in front of her, nodding towards Jenna imperiously.

“Suck his cock,” he ordered bluntly. “I’m going to fuck that ass now.”

Jenna didn’t hesitate, crawling forward to wrap her lips around the head of Alex’s cock and suck him deep.

He groaned at the sudden wet heat enveloping him and fisted a hand in her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft.

She could feel Dean behind her, slicking up his cock with lube before pressing the blunt head against her puckered hole teasingly.

“Relax, baby,” he crooned silkily. “Gonna make this so good for you...”

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