All around me her scent is blinding, images of sugary sweet bubble-gum flash in my mind before the earlier memories of my cock stretching her pussy take over, right at the same time she starts mewling and wrapping her hand around my cock again.
The both of us keep pushing each other higher.
I kiss her but also lean into her, following her down with wicked kisses full of tongue and teeth until she’s groaning into my mouth and lying back against the pillow looking like a vengeful angel. Shuffling our bodies, I pull her legs over mine before I drop all my weight onto her. Her eyes flare wide, but they get even wider when in one thrust, I drive in so deep I can’t fucking see straight. Another thrust and my knot slams inside her body.
And there’s an eerie silence that washes over me.
Before something in me literally sounds like it snaps in half as I undergo a seismic fucking change internally.
And it’s in that strange space, where there’s no noise or movement, there is nothing but her, that life finally makes sense, making the moment even more poignant. We start to move again, this time as one. Our eyes stay locked, and I witness the exact moment she undergoes the same realignment I went through myself. It’s a fucking beautiful moment and it sears into my memory.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, and I find myself doing the same. We’re both trying to sink further into the whispered promises of a blazing bond connection.
Her pussy is so fucking incredible. My knot aches, and each time our bodies move, a pleasure like I’ve never experiencedbuilds to near tidal wave proportions. Her fingers scratch as she pulls me back down to kiss me. And this girl can fucking kiss.
Her lips are pure perfection; the air she breathes into my mouth so sweet and unexpected has me moaning for more. She whispers against my lips, wanting and needing my come to fill her tight pussy. I push out of her stranglehold, pulling her up with me so I can slam us both headfirst into a pleasure-filled void.
I feel her orgasm, different this time, all the others have been soft and delicate, but this one is like an explosion of desperation. Her body moves out of sync and her whimpers intensify, feeding the need in me. One sudden and violent thrust and I can’t fucking breathe. My orgasm barrels out of me with a ferocity. I don’t fight it—‘it’ being a primal fucking need to absolutely own her—I go with it. I use my body to show her that she’s never going to be left wanting.
I fill her so fucking full.
The both of us scramble and come together in a clash of desperate noise and action, ready and keen for more. I fuck her straight into another screaming one before I roar my own into her open mouth.
Her little snores change slightly as I spread her cheeks wide and start tonguing her asshole. God, it is impossible to stop touching and tasting her now I’ve found her.
The way we passed out wrapped around each other was a sign of our ferocious need for one another. Now, a few hours later, the storm has passed but morning is still a long way off and I’m fucking famished.
I want to keep rimming her, but I need to be back inside her body.
Rolling her over, I spoon behind her before rolling my hips slightly and shoving my cock right inside again. She’s still beautifully stretched after our first session. Her pussy is tight and feels fucking insane wrapped around my cock, but the earlier resistance is gone, and now it fits without a struggle.
Her breathing shudders, and I stop for a moment, kissing over her shoulders and up the column of her neck until she drops into a deeper sleep. Once she’s dreaming again, and my cock is even fucking harder, I start to fuck her nice and slow. Even in deep sleep she responds. While she dreams of me, her scent leaks off her skin and wet slick saturates each inch of my cock.
Hitching her leg, I have to shuffle myself, rising up slightly before I start to position pillows under her hips, raising her higher and higher until I can take her from behind.
“Next time, wake me up,” she moans. Although she laughs, deep and throaty. “Actually, don’t. I want you to wake me like this all the time. God, I’m going to…”
I pull out, immediately distracted by how good my cock looks drenched in her pretty slick. All it does is feed my mood.
“Present,” I bark out, losing control.
But I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight. Her movements flow like water and she ends up on all fours, her slicked up pussy on display before me. Her head hangs down, her blonde hair a mass of endless curls and waves forming a curtain hiding her from the world. She looks back, enticing me even more.
My hands dig into her hips hard, but not as hard as I surge into her. My knot slaps against her pussy. She keeps dragging me further inside her, deeper. Her moans and whimpering cries are angelic, and she doesn’t hide from me the way her body fills with pleasure again. The second I push my knot inside; I clampmy hands around her hips and drag her backwards as I sit back on my heels. She rides my knot, reverse cowgirl, but the position is hard, and before too long she stops. Her arms hold behind my neck, her legs wrap around my waist. She knows I’ve got her.
I drag my teeth over the spot that will soon scar from my claim as I fold us back onto the bed. Dropping all my weight on her, I flood her juicy cunt while I groan into her ear promises of forever.
My newfound Omega drags me with her into a deep sleep this time, and I dream about spreading her wide on my bike…
Joker’s ringtone pierces through and shreds my dreams.
“What?” I snarl though it’s without volume because I don’t want to wake her up. My arm curls over her protectively.
Looking down, I miss what Joker tells me because she’s so out of it; her mouth hangs open right over my heart. I wouldn’t say I’m overly fucking romantic but there’s about one other thing that has silenced me and moved me as much as seeing her like this, and that was the birth of my kid.
“Give me a sec,” I say, realising I’m going to get nothing to make sense, but I also don’t want to wake her. We wore each other out. I want to do it again, so I leave her sleeping and make my way to the bathroom.
“What?” I speak once the door is shut.
