It’s not until he’s chuckling with satisfaction, his tongue moving away just as I’m about to find my second orgasm that I realize I did exactly what he wanted me to do. I begged him to fuck me.
“That's it,” he purrs in triumph, slapping my ass again and making me whimper. “That’s my good fucking girl. Fuck, hearing you beg for my cock is the best fucking sound in the world.”
I want to be pissed at myself for cracking, to tell him to shut up.
But then he’s gripping my ass cheeks roughly and notching the head of his cock at my entrance. “Now, be a good fucking girl and take me like the little whore you are.”
He thrusts forward, forcing his thick, long length inside me in one go.
I scream as he stretches me so damn good. He lets out this growl that sends a shiver down my spine.
Nick is not a nice man, so I don’t expect him to be that way in bed. I don’t want him to. I love it rough. I love a little pain with my pleasure.
And that's exactly what Nick does.
He starts to pound into me like a man gone mad. Every stroke of his cock along my inner walls has me clawing at the bed.
One hand grips my hip, holding me still as he fucks into me with complete abandon.
I feel like I’m on fire, every cell in my body bursts with pleasure. Pure ecstasy courses through my veins as his brutal thrusts push me higher and higher.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his hips slapping against my sore ass. “Take it. Take my fucking cock, Omega. The one you begged me so nicely for. Such a good little slut.”
His words fill me with heat. I shouldn’t like it, but fuck, I do.
I can feel my slick gushing out, coating his cock. The sounds of him filling my wet pussy fill the air, mixing with his savage grunts and my cries of pleasure.
I cry out in surprise as Nick grips a handful of my hair and yanks my head back until I’m looking at him upside down. “Look at you,” he growls. “Such a dirty fucking girl, taking every thrust like a good little cock slut. You want my knot, little Omega?”
“Yes.” I stare up at him with pleading eyes, too far gone to care.
“Open,” he growls his demand.
I’m confused for a moment. Open what? My mouth? Why would I do that? What does he want with my mouth?
Then he takes the hand gripping my hip and brings his fingers down to where we’re joined together before lifting his glistening digits.
“I said, open.”
And I do. I open my mouth, hating how much I love his satisfied growl. Then he shoves his two fingers into my mouth, making me gag on them as my slick coats my tongue.
“That's it,” he says. “Now suck.”
I stare up at him as he starts to fuck me again, his thrusts grow deep and long. I can feel every inch of his cock stretching me open, his knot bumping against my entrance. I want it so fucking bad I could cry.
Every time it presses against me, and he pulls back, I want to scream for him to knot me.
He knows what he’s doing to me, teasing me.
So I suck his fingers, moaning as my tongue licks them clean. His eyes flash with heat, his thrusts growing more punishing.
My eyes are locked on his, his hand still tangled in my hair, his fingers still in my mouth. It’s dirty and so fucking hot.
And then I see his resolve break, and he finally gives me what we both want. He slams into me, his knot popping into place.
I manage to catch a glimpse of his pleasure, his lips parting, face contorting in euphoria as my own orgasm takes hold of me.
My eyes roll back, and I cry out around Nick’s fingers. I bite down hard, but not enough to break skin, making him grunt.
