His hands caress and massage, so soft and sweet, for longer than any other male would hold themselves back.
He’s patient.
So patient…
Too patient.
I squirm, needing more. My channel clenches around nothing, and he grunts each time my pussy twitches against his cockhead.
A grunt leaves his throat, low and rough, butstillhe doesn’t move.
It’s clear what he’s telling me. He’s ready when I am.
I blink up at him to tell him I’m okay to proceed, only to choke on my spit.
He’s staring back at me like an Alpha on the brink. Trembling with eyes blown wide. He’s breathing like he just sprinted into battle.
“Viper?”
I want him inside me, filling me up, and making me his.
"Please," I plead, and he searches my face, eyes flicking over every inch like he’s searching for a sign. He finds it.
My complete and willing submission.
“Viper,” I say again, firmer this time. “Fill me.”
He moves, slow but deliberate, easing in with a thick stretch that makes my spine curl. Barely a few inches and I’m already breathless. My walls pulse around him, struggling to adjust.
But,oh, the pressure is hot and delicious. I want more. Now.
“Oh please. Move.”
His growl is a living thing. It reverberates in my chest, sinks claws into my bones. My pulse stutters, then surges.
"You really asking for it?" he snarls, teeth bared down at me.
“Yes, yes. I need… Viper, please.”
He leans over, engulfing me in his mass, shielding me from the world as he pants in my ear.
"Pretty girl needs my cock to fuck her? Good. You're going to take every inch of it. Gonna stretch that greedy little pussy until it knows who it belongs to. You're going to sing for me, aren't you? Are you gonna be good for your lieutenant?"
My breath hitches, stomach flipping.
Oh rut, oh rut, oh rut.
How is he evenmoretalkative during sex? And it’s dirty, filthy talk.
“Answer me, Omega.”
“Yes!” I gasp. “I want your cock.”
He clicks his tongue.
“Say it properly. I’m your superior officer.”
I squirm, overwhelmed, desperate for him tomove. I obey without hesitation.
