His mouth moves to form words, but he holds back.
“Oh, you’re trying so hard…” I shift my hands to work his cock and his ass at the same time, still teasing him through thefabric, and he tips his head back in a wordless scream.
I stop.
He can’t take it.
“Please,” he whispers.
There we go. “Please what?”
“Please,” he whines.
“I thought I told you not to beg.”
“I ca—I can’t—please…”
“Oh, you don’t even know what you want, do you?” Thrill bubbles in my chest, rising and electric, the most intoxicating drug.
“Please…”
“You have one chance. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Five…”
“Mor, please…”
“Four… three…”
“I ca—please…”
“Two…”
He’s working his mouth, but words aren’t coming out.
“One. Oh no… guess I’ll just have to do whatever I want with you.”
Jamie whimpers, grinding against me, clinging to me for dear life.
“Are you really going to cum like this,” I hiss in his ear, wrapping my arms around him and pulling tight, “and ruin my pool filter?”
“Mor…”
I reach around and press my fingers against his rim again, sending him arching into me.
“Fuck, Mor!”
His breath is ragged and desperate in my ear, and I love it.
“Pleaseplease please—God…” His nails dig hard intomy back as he cums, his ass clenching rhythmically under my fingers.
But there’s no relief, no release in his voice, and he hardly stops grinding.
“Oh no, did I break you?” I tease. “That would be a shame…”
“I need your knot, please, I need your knot…”
“Greedy little omega. Not yet.”
“Please!”
