She laughs around my cock, doesn’t even bother pulling it out of her mouth, just laughs, the heat and vibrations send my vision white.
She tortures me. Every time I get close, she stops moving or draws back, waiting until I’m panting but in control again.
I’m shaking by the time she’s done it three times. I can’t stop the tiny thrusts, and the way she grabs my ass, dragging my hips to her and burying my cock in her throat, has my brain rewriting happiness.
She pulls off my cock with a pop and stands up. I don’t think; I grab her thighs, lifting her and turning us so she’s pressed against the wall.
“Omega,” I say. “Your heat-”
“Not started properly yet, and I want you now, so make me yours, Alpha.”
I snarl and reach between us, gripping my cock. I rub my head through her pussy and listen as she mewls. When the tip of my cock catches her entrance and slips in, we both freeze.
“Are you sure-”
“Shut up, Devon. I’ve wanted you forever.”
With that acceptance, I thrust up, leaning my head on her shoulder, moaning. She is so wet and so tight. I could cum right now, but I want to last. I want to make this good for her.
Think of something foul. Elijah’s green beans. Mack’s weird, little fuzzy doll he keeps.I pull halfway out and thrust back in.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs, stealing the words right out of my mouth. “Keep doing that.”
I moan and do it again and again. I suck on her shoulder, bite it gently, and then turn, searching for her mouth.
Her fingernails bite into my shoulders, but it only makes everything feel even better. I thrust and thrust, getting lost, grinding into her; nothing exists but us. Her breasts are full against my chest, and I make a note to explore them later.
“Knot me, Alpha.”
WHAT?
My brain scrambles for purchase, but there’s nothing to grab onto, and my cock is responding to her demand. I grip her hips and hold her to the wall as I drill up into her.
“Are you sure?” I grunt out.
“Stop asking that,” she groans. “I’m an omega, of course, I want a knot. I just want you now, here in this moment.”
“It’s a big-”
“Devon, stop overthinking this-”
“Are you sure-”
Her legs wrap around me, and she pulls herself down onto my cock. My knot hits the edge of her pussy but won’t quite go in.
I let out a deep growl and thrust up.
Fireworks.
Lightning.
A storm so strong it recreates the coastline of my soul.
I rock against her, panting as her pussy milks my knot, squeezing and clutching at it in the sweetest vice. My cum sprays out of me, in spurt after spurt, and doesn’t seem to stop. Every time I get close, her pussy constricts around my knot and squeezes me into another orgasm.
She throws her head back, screaming. Her screams are mine. This moment is mine.
I kiss her throat, trying to hang on as another orgasm ruins me. My legs shake, I’m growling, snarling, rocking, trying to get deeper.
