“Stop treating me like a fragile possession and fuck me right, Theodore. Now.”
Oh, she’s ordering me around.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
If you could get someone pregnant with a sentence, she’d own me already.
I growl—no, honestly, it’s a noise fit for Halloween, not Christmas—and push the head of my cock inside her.
The stretch is instant.
She’s so tight, so slick, it’s almost hard to move at first. Her body fights me, then surrenders, one shiver at a time.
Her head snaps back, mouth open, eyes half-wild.
She makes a sound—half gasp, half battle cry—and claws at my shoulders.
I brace both arms around her, hips rocking forward slow, letting her take every inch.
When I'm finally buried inside, her pussy clamps down, milking me, and I almost black out.
God, she’s perfect.
Perfect for me.
Made for this.
I can't hold back.
Not for a second.
My rhythm starts slow, measured—one, two, three, like I’m back on the drill field.
That lasts maybe eight seconds.
She arches against me, hips chasing every thrust, and suddenly we're both gone.
It's a scramble. Dirty, animal, obscene.
Every bounce slams my cock deeper, harder, until the slap of skin-on-skin is louder than the noise of the bar. Even the shelf behind her starts to rattle, bottles of bleach and cheap vodka shaking like they're rooting for us.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in—every note of cinnamon, sugar, heat-soaked Omega pheromone, all of it designed to switch off the part of my brain that doubts, that plans, that wants to hold back.
I’m just in need, now, and so is she.
She moans, high and perfect, every time I bottom out.
Tries to muffle it in my shoulder, but the next thrust always tears it loose.
“God—yes—Theo, don’t stop—” She’s babbling, but so am I. I can’t keep my mouth shut, not when every inch of her is flexing and clamping down, yanking me right to the edge.
“Fuck, I won’t. You’re so tight, so fucking good—take it, Omega, take every inch?—”
She squeezes me so hard I see stars.
I kiss her, desperate and deep, tongues colliding like we’re still fighting for dominance, even as her pussy gives up and just pulses around me, greedy for everything I can give.
The rhythm turns frantic.
