Page 74 of Shattered Omega

Fuck me.

I was going to ruin her.

She was in loungewear, with black sweatpants that were easy to tug off. Beneath was a pretty lace thong that I left for now. She was wearing a black silk nightgown, and all I had to do was free the belt like unwrapping a present, and it pooled around her, revealing golden skin beneath. Perfect round breasts cupped by a bra that matched her thong.

Now, I could take my time.

I tugged the lace aside and gently slipped my finger into her cunt, pumping in slowly to feel the warmth of her slick pool.

Fuck, she was soaked for me.

She let out the cutest little moan, back arching, toes curling in the sheets as I began to work her, palm pressing against her clit as I did.

I would start slow, but she would be trembling for me by the time she woke. Her teeth caught her lip as I added another finger, stretching her tight walls out for me.

“Good girl,” I breathed, keeping my fingers in place before I lowered myself between her thighs.

She was shaking by the time I drew back, fists balled in the sheets, pussy seizing me tight. She was panting, low moans rising beautifully in the air as I kept working her, curling my fingers into the spot that made her see stars. But she wouldn’t. Not yet.

Finally, when her chest was heaving, goosebumps rippling across her whole body, I drew out.

Her fists uncurled, a little frown on her face as the stimulation stopped.

I freed my cock, using my fingers to coat it with her slick before I adjusted her.

So very carefully, I nudged the tip into her entrance. I took my time, sliding in and watching how her lips parted. Her knees were up, feet planted on the sheets, and I curled my hands around her waist, watching the way my cock stretched her open as I buried myself into her slow enough that she didn’t wake.

I shut my eyes for a moment as my knot reached her entrance; her fists balled, back arching to try and take me.

Fuck, that felt good.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathed, pleased when she let out another cute moan. As slow as I’d entered her, I drew out, feeling her pussy clench around me tightly as if she didn’t want to let me go.

She was made for me—for us. My scent match, omega, and wife.

We’d claimed her in every way there was. I bowed over her, pressing my lips to the bite I’d left, thumb tracing the scars I’d matched across my skin as I slid into her now. The second time was easier for the amount of slick she’d produced.

“I love you,” I breathed, rocking my knot against her. This time when I pulled back, she let out a little growl, one hand reaching up, nails dragging along my side.

I grinned.

Had her dreams lined up with what I was doing to her?

I rocked against her again, enjoying the way she squeezed me, nails digging in harder. I could already see the goosebumps lifting on her skin that told me she was closing in on an orgasm.

“Not yet, Gem,” I breathed, not changing the pace.

Her breath caught as I hit her core again, breasts pressing against her bra, and the low whimper she loosed as she was denied caught me off guard. I climaxed without warning, groaning as I rocked into her, filling her with my seed as she clutched me, still shivering with denial.

I grinned, kissing her neck again as I finished, then drew back, replacing my cock with two fingers, pressing my cum into her and feeling it leak from her cunt.

I’d push her to the edge a few more times, preparing to wake her to an orgasm that would wipe her mind blank.

So gently, I removed my fingers and turned her on her side. “Relax,” I breathed as I swept her slowly to her front, my arm around her waist as I held her up. “Present for me.”

She let out a sigh, hands finding purchase on the sheets lazily as I slipped my fingers back into her core, pumping in and getting her to arch for me.

“You’re so fucking hot, little omega,” I told her, and she let out a little mewl. My grip closed around her outer thighs as I sank down between her legs.

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