Page 49 of Not Ready

Holy fuck, that was hot. I wouldn’t mind him taking over completely, but I want to spoil him and make him feel as amazing as he made me feel. The overpowering urge to please my alpha has me doubling my efforts as I hollow my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful. An absolutely perfect gift of an omega,” he growls.

I roll my tongue, cupping the underside of his shaft, and move back to circling the head. His cock pulses, spurting pre-cum on my tongue.

I moan, diving deeper to try to suck out more.

“Fuck, I’m close, gorgeous. You’re going to have to give me a second, unless you want me to come down your throat.” His words make me whimper, and I move to circle his crown. He pulls me off his cock completely, and my head tilts. “Hey, I warned you—I’ve only been fucking my fist for the last few years.”

A silly smile breaks out as he tugs me up his body. My hands land on his chest, but I push back on my knees as he sits up against the headboard. He reaches between us, grabbing his cock and sliding it through my lower lips.

“That’s doing crazy shit to my head,” he growls.

I nod, making my hair fall around my arms. Even the light touch of it on my skin has me feeling overstimulated. “I need you.”

“I’m serious, gorgeous. You don’t want to know the insanity running through my mind.”

My pussy is apparently completely on board with whatever it is. A shiver runs down my spine as I leak slick.

“Oh, fuck me. You just leaked,” he snarls, pushing my hips down with considerable force. “You’re not afraid of me…”

“Not even a little bit,” I admit, trying to hold back the smile.

He moves an arm around my lower back and wraps the other around my head. It makes me feel like I’m cocooned completely in him.

A whine escapes. “Please. I need you inside me.”

“Move up on your knees and sink down on me.” It’s not a bark, but my body complies like it is. My arm loops between us, gripping him and guiding him to my opening. Honestly, I can’t see much, because my stomach and breasts block the view, but he feels huge.

We both groan as I lower myself down over him. The ache of him stretching me to capacity has me leaning into his chest for support.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he chokes out. “Holy fucking hell. Tell me you’re all right, sweet girl.”

“Yep.” I nod against his pec as his forearm moves until he can tilt my face up to his.

“You’re sure?” he asks, staring straight into my eyes.

“I’m so good. I promise.” My words sound slurred, but he nods, kissing my forehead. “You’re so hot. You know that, right? Like, I’m super freaking attracted to you.”

“Me too. You want to practice riding me?”

“I don’t know. Why does everything feel hazy all of a sudden? It’s not bad, but I just don’t want to move.”

“Well, fuck.” He chuckles. “Do you want me to take over? Or you just want to snuggle up to my chest and fall asleep?”

“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind coming again,” I muse, legitimately sounding drunk. He lifts me with his hands on my hips, and I sob when his cock falls free of me. “No!”

“Such a bossy little thing. Lie on your side, facing the bathroom door.” He kisses my cheek. “Go on, gorgeous.”

I scramble to comply, my whole body sizzling with heat as he wraps his strong frame behind mine.

He gathers my hair, pulling it out of the way, and nips at my ear. “I’m thinking your body needed that hit of pheromones more than either of us realized. Let’s see what happens when I fill your slick little cunt full of my cum.”

“Yeah, do that.” I nod as he rakes his teeth over my shoulder. My body shakes, and I shove my ass back into his pelvis. The height difference might be a problem. He wraps a hand under my thigh and lifts my leg. Then his cock is at my opening, and he’s thrusting inside me.

Oh good, he figured out how to manage the height differential.

It takes a solid second or two for the stretching ache to register. It feels like all the air around us evaporates into a thick cloud of my perfume and his pheromones.

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