Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

The next morning, after taking my bath and putting on a nice housedress, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I was making some breakfast sandwiches and fresh orange juice. I was just about to get done when I heard the front door open, followed by three pairs of footsteps heading my way.

I needed no one to tell me who they were, as their scent and aura already gave them away.

As soon as they got to the kitchen, Denver and Derrick stayed at the entrance, resting their backs against the wall, while Devon walked to where I was.

There was a general feeling of uncertainty in the air.

“Hey, good morning,” Devon said, and he was going to touch me, but he wasn’t sure of my mood, so he decided against it.

And settled for watching me put the final touches on the breakfast table I was setting.

“Good morning,” I said with a smile, and even though I didn’t see it, I could feel the brothers exchange looks within themselves.

I could understand their plight; it was the first time they had seen me cooking or outside my room since the revelation.

The truth was that I didn’t want them to see me cry, and now that I was out of my room, I had decided to put everything behind me.

“You know you didn’t have to cook anything; we could have done it for you, or better yet, gotten someone to do it for you,” Devon said.

“Why do you no longer want to eat my food?” I questioned him, giving him a straight look.

“No, it’s not like that; we just feel you might be too stressed to do all these things you are doing,” he said.

“Well, I have already made it, and breakfast is ready,” I said to them, and that sort of clued Denver and Derrick to the table.

I picked up a piece of my sandwich to take a bite, and I noticed they were all staring at me.

“What?” I questioned.

“Are you alright?” Denver questioned.

“Yeah, I am fine; now can we all eat?” I asked, putting up a smile that I was sure didn’t get to my heart.

They all soon dug into their breakfast and started munching gently, occasionally sipping from their glasses of juice.

“Our mother sent her greetings,” Derrick, who was yet to take a bite from his sandwich, said.

“Thanks,” I answered coldly.

I could feel his eyes poking me, but I pretended not to notice.

So much was happening to me already, and the fact that he seemed to be the only one giving me lots of trouble puts him in my not-so-good books.

“Mara confessed that Gwen may have used some of the sleeping potions she brought for her that night to hypnotize Derrick,” Denver said.

“Really? You don’t say,” I answered, not bothering to lift my face.

Just then, I heard Derrick’s chair move; it was him standing up and walking out of the kitchen.

I could see Devon holding his hand and imploring him to sit down, but Denver told him to let him go.

So, Derrick went outside.

After breakfast, the two brothers went to join their brother outside, or so I assumed.

I was clearing the dishes when I noticed Derrick had not touched his breakfast at all.

I could feel my heartache a little just thinking that he may have rejected my food. I knew it was partly my fault, but it was so hard for me to get past that image of him and Gwen.

Knowing Gwen and how manipulative she could be, I could certainly understand that he was drugged, but what I don’t get is why he had to put himself in that situation.

I mean, Denver was in that same room before he called him; why was he the one to be found naked with her?

Even though I hate to even think it, I think he may still have a thing for Gwen, and he has not realized it yet. I mean, he has always been protective of her more than his brothers.

Even though it didn’t make sense to me, I covered his breakfast with a lid while I cleaned up the other plates.

I was just about to get done when I felt Denver’s presence behind me. He was so close that when I turned, I bumped right into him.

“Excuse me,” I said to him. But he didn’t even flinch as he continued standing there as if he didn’t hear me.

When I tried to move away from him, he would block my way, and with time, I was getting frustrated with him.

Left with no option, I resorted to violence as I tried pushing, slapping, and kicking him just to get him off my way, but if I was hurting him, he didn’t show.

His actions were making emotions build up like a storm in me, and I could feel my eyes getting blurred with tears.

I would rather not cry; I was fine, but I didn’t realize how the stupid tears fell out of my eyes, and when he pulled me in for a hug, that kind of brought out all the emotions in me as I found myself sobbing helplessly on his shoulders.

He didn’t even say a word; he just allowed me to cry to my heart’s content while gently stroking my back.

After a few minutes, I felt much better, so I made myself leave his embrace, but his hands around me wouldn’t give way.

My eyes subconsciously went to his, and that was the moment I saw the desire laced in those dark eyes of his.

And seeing the passion in his eyes turned me on greatly, even though s*x was the last thing that was on my mind when I woke up this morning.

His lips slowly and gently reached out to mine, teasing and beseeching it to open up.

I parted my lips a little, and he gained the access that he seemed to need as his tongue skillfully roamed every inch of my mouth.

Slowly making me forget about my pains and worries and letting me focus on him alone.

The heat from his body caressed my skin, making me aware of how much I had missed him.

My breathing was getting labored with each passing second as he kept kissing away my pains while his hand roamed my back and cupped my a*s in his palm.

“I have missed you, Gina,” he growled into my ears, and his hot breath tickled my fancy as it sent pleasant waves all over my body.

“f**k me,” I heard myself say to him.

And for once, since he walked into the kitchen, I saw him have a bit of hesitation.

“Are you certain?” He questioned, staring into my eyes, and I nodded my head “Yes,”

His lips claimed mine again, and he took his time in making my body completely relax into his.

I could feel my already-drenched pants getting more moisture from my freshly brewed arousal, and just then, he picked me up from the floor with my legs wrapped around his waist and our lips still passionately locked together.

I could feel him moving, and since my eyes were shut, I couldn’t tell exactly where we were heading.

Although the little sense left in my brain at that minute felt he was taking me to my bedroom.

I could feel him lower me to the bed as he positioned himself between my open legs.

He put up my shirt slightly and gently placed his lips on my stomach. My knees became jittery. I pulled his shoulders back and let him k**s me again and again.

His fingers gently reached for my pants as he lifted the elastic waistband and slowly stripped it down, like the wrapper on a chocolate candy bar.

His hands slid up my thighs and took a brutal, firm grip on my a*s. Then he buried his face into my wetness.

His hot breath felt good against my c******l area while his tongue sucked my labia. My knees wobbled, and my heart sped.

I ruffled his hair and encouraged him to keep going by letting out a heartfelt m**n.

His tongue ran deep into my ocean, making my toes curl and my breath hinges in my throat, resulting in me letting out a deep, wavy breath through my mouth.

I had almost forgotten how huge his tongue was as it filled my craving hole.

Just then, he slowly started moving his head back and forth while eating me in and out like a lion devouring its prey.

“Mmmmm,” I m****d breathlessly as I tried closing my legs to reduce the amount of pleasure that was running through my body.

But his big hands held each of my legs in place while he kept eating and licking me like an ice cream cone.

Shuddering o*****s ran through my body as I m****d sweetly to his blissful torture. If he noticed that I had come, he didn’t show, as he kept eating me up. I felt a flush of heat, and despite the air conditioning being on, I was already working up a sweat.

I had lost count of the number of times I had reached o****m when he finally took his glistering face off my p***y, which was throbbing very hard for something stronger and harder now.

For a split second, he got off the bed to take off his pants and his white boxers, and his c**k sprang out freely while giving a yippee dance for being released from its prison.

I subconsciously licked my lips while I found myself unable to look away from his hardened mamba.

“You want it?” he questioned while slowly stroking his length.

I gulped hard on my saliva as I nodded my head, “Yes.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” he said, and my eyes instinctively went to his, and at that moment I could taste the fire brewing within him.

I went on my knees and opened my mouth to receive him in my already wet mouth, but he had other plans as he scooped my hair in one hand. Using my hair, he pulled me closer to his c**k instead of sliding it into my already open mouth; he used it to spank my face.

“Beg me,” he said.

I looked at him, and I could see the mischief lurking within those sexy eyes of his.

“Please,” I said, lifting my eyes to stare at him.

“No, say my name,” he said, and the rough voice in which he spoke almost gave me another o****m.

“Please, Denver,” I m****d out while sexily dimming my eyes to seduce him.

“Please, Gina, tell me what you want,” he ordered.

“I want your d**k in my mouth, Denver,” I said, and before I could finish the sentence.

He drove his c**k into my mouth. And f**k, it felt much fuller than I remembered it.

Starting with the tip, I slowly started moving my head back and forth while keeping steady eye contact with him.

I watched as every vein and muscle in his body reacted to my touch and fist. I was so needy that I soon quickened the pace at which I sucked his c**k.

He growled as he suddenly felt he needed to control the pace at which he needed his c**k to roam my innocent mouth.

At a controlled but needy pace, he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. Occasionally pushing his c**k down my throat while I gasped and drooled all over it.

He continued the same routine until I felt his tongue sliding down my throat.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Turn your back,” he ordered as he gently stroked his c**k in anticipation.

I obeyed him like a little girl being told to sit quietly after being given a lollipop. I went on my fours while surrounding my a*s for him to punish as he pleased.

I thought he was going to slide his c**k into my hot, moist chambers, but instead, I felt his tongue sliding over my c******l area up to my crack hole, and a new sensation I had never felt before ran through my body.

“f**k!” I m****d when he started devouring me, eating my a*s and my p***y simultaneously.

Another o****m shot through my body, and just when I least expected it, he slipped his d**k deep inside of me.

The tortuous pressure was perfect timing.

His every thrust in and out of me was nerve-unraveling, and within seconds I was having countless o*****s.

He kept slamming his c**k against my p***y fast and furiously, stretching me beyond boundaries.

“Denver!”

“Please!”

“Mmmm!”

“Ah!”

I cried, m****d, and squirted until I heard him let out a loud growling sound that told me he had finished as he emptied his seeds deep inside of me.

We were both gasping for breath as we crashed on the bed tiredly.

My p***y was tingly and swollen, a silent reminder that I might have difficulty walking in the next couple of minutes.

Not that I was planning to, anyway.