I growl, my cock threatening to burst. I palm her buttocks and lift her hips to the perfect height. I drive my tongue inside her tight little cunt, stabbing as deep as I can, over and over until she’s vibrating with desire for me. Only then do I travel up higher to her clit, which I lick slowly and firmly, holding her down with one arm and spreading her pussy lips with my free hand.
“Oh god,” she moans, bucking against me as much as she can.
“Don’t move,” I murmur against her clit. “Just be still, and take it.”
My words have the desired effect: a little gush of slick is slipping down between her asscheeks.
I resume licking her, still holding her down and her sex open, bringing her closer… and closer…
Rose lets out a howl and her bud begins to jump on my tongue. I keep licking her until her cunt has stopped clutching rhythmically, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her lithe body.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Oh… wow.”
“Hush.” Moving up so our heads are aligned, I lean down and kiss her with all the hunger she inspires in me. I can’t hold back any longer. If she wants more when I have lessened the ache in my balls somewhat, she can have it. But first…
As my tongue delves deep into her mouth, I line my cock up. I’m leaking freely, and she’s so wet that it takes a moment to find the right spot. When I do, I have a second of genuine panic. What if I’m too big? I don’t want to hurt her. She felt so tight on my tongue.
She undulates her hips, and I can’t stop my growl as my cockhead spears her. Ulf, that feels incredible. And that’s just the tip.
“More,” she whispers against my lips. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Bossy little thing. “You presume to tell me what to do? Perhaps I should do the opposite.”
“Oh no, no.” She arches her back and my cock jerks as if it would leap inside her. “Please…don’tfuck me!”
The girl is smart—and witty. I allow myself a snort of laughter before I thrust my hips, driving my cock all the way up inside her in one go.
She lets out a moan, her cunt gives a little squeeze.
Satisfied that she’s enjoying this, I give myself over to the incredible pleasure of rutting this exquisite female.
Her pussy stretches around my plunging cock like a silky wet glove, milking me as I thrust, sending darts of ecstasy shooting through my veins.
Her little gasps drive me wild but they’re not enough. I want more.
Reaching down, I grasp a firm breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple until she gives a cry and I feel her gush around me.
“You like that?” My voice drops even lower than usual, more of a growl than speech.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Oh yes.”
I twist the rigid nub cruelly. “And this?”
“Mmmh-hhmmm.”
“I can tell,” I whisper. “Every time I hurt you, your hot, tight little cunt clenches around me.”
Her answering gasp is accompanied by proof of my statement. My knot is beginning to form, and I’m perilously close to coming. But I want to savor this incredible moment for a little longer, which is why I’m distracting myself with conversation.
None of the ancient scrolls I read describing the rut even come close to the real sensation. And it is true: Omegas do enjoy being dominated.
“Ask me for more,” I demand.
“More, please…”
I direct my attention to her other tit, raking it gently with the tips of my claws—hard enough for her to feel but not hard enough to break the skin.
She bucks beneath me. “Fuck, yes…”
