He gives a deep, indulgent chuckle. “No, little Omega. You haven’t even begun to beg. I’m going to lick and lap up your sweet juices until you beg me for my cock. For me to rut you.”
This time, my squeal is of disbelief. “Then you’ll be doing that for a long time,” I say as haughtily as I can with my knees by my ears and his chin shiny with my juices. “I’m never going to beg for your cock. Ever.”
Another arrogant chuckle. “A worthy challenge. We will see.”
The hand not busy rubbing my G-spot slides across my hip—his forearm is still pinning me firmly in place—and then King Goldprick does something wonderful. No… awful. Amazing. Amazingly awful.
He uses two fingers to draw up the hood of my clit, exposing me even more completely to his unerring ministrations.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, as his warm breath fans over my aching, straining little bud. “Oh god…”
“As I said,” he murmurs, “there is only one way you’ll get me to stop doing this.” Then he licks from where his fingers are stretching my pussy, up between my lips, and over my vulnerable, sensitive clit. When his tongue delves under the hood, I lose the last shred of control and come again, screaming, almost levitating off the bed as he maintains that inexorable, rhythmic pace. Up… down… up… down…
Again, he licks me through that climax, forcing me through the hyper-sensitive stage, and back toward yet another pinnacle of pleasure… making me ride peak after peak… until I’m hoarse from screaming, and all I can do is lie there, gasping, twisting the sheets as he milks another set of contractions from me… my abused clit aching but still responding to him. He coaxes every last shred of pleasure from my shuddering flesh, and then somehow finds more.
My juices coat my ass cheeks, and still I’m gushing.
He retracts his fingers until just the tips remain inside me, using them to spread me wide until he’s holding my pussy splayed open to the point of pain.
It burns so good.
His tongue is still lapping at my clit like a metronome… a relentless beat of pleasure there’s no escape from. The sharp ache his fingers are now causing only magnifies how delicious his tongue feels, and as he stretches my hole wider, I can feel it trying to contract—and not being able to.
My core is raw. Empty. Desperate.
I’m on the edge of coming and have been for what feels like forever, and Aurus seems intent on keeping me right there, on the brink…
A whole new torture.
“Fuck! Please!” My voice is ragged. I’m panting from the exertion.
“Please… what?” There’s a fake innocence in his tone. He’s still growling, a low, resonating vibration which travels through my every nerve-ending.
“Please let me come.” I close my eyes as a wave of shame floods my face.
“When I’m ready,” he says, and resumes licking, apparently intent on driving me out of my mind. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Please!”
“Are you going to beg?”
“Iamfucking begging!”
“Now, now.” He nips the inside of my thigh so hard, I squeal from the pain. “You know what I want to hear.”
“Fuck you!”
I’m not looking at him—I don’t want to see his golden, handsome head between my obscenely spread legs—but I can hear the smug confidence in his voice. “The next time you climax, little Omega, it will be with my cock deep inside you. Where it belongs. WhereIbelong.”
Without giving me a second to respond, while I’m still digesting that statement—and refusing to admit to myself how much it turned me on—he resumes that tantalizing, inescapable, rhythmic licking and sucking of that puffy, abused, and yet still needy little bud which seems to have become the focus of my entire world—and his.
We’re locked in a battle of wills, and I’m losing. By the time he quickens the pace and increases the pressure just a tad, I’m incoherent with desire, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I howl as my orgasm starts, but that turns into a scream when he immediately stops licking me where I so desperately need it. Instead, he watches, still holding my aching hole wide open, as I try to thrust my hips, chasing the pleasure he so cruelly took from me just as I finally reached it.
“I do love ruining orgasms,” he says in an infuriatingly casual tone as I groan in frustration and helpless desire. “I can see that tight little cunt twitching… but so much slower than when you actually come—so close, and yet so far. As I said before, your next climax will be on my cock.”
He finally removes his fingers from my hole, then, and slides up my body.
