Page 14 of Bred By the Barge

He runs the silky flesh of his cockhead over the seam of my lips, leaving a trail of wetness behind. I inhale and lose myself in his rich pheromones.

He moans as I part my lips and flick my tongue over his tip.

“There’s my good little omega. Again. Mmmm,” his rumble deepens impossibly further as I steal another lick. “Good girl. Now take me into your mouth.”

I don’t think I can. He’s too big.

He pushes past my teeth and floods my taste buds with euphoria. Not as sweet as the juice he gave me earlier—but much more satisfying—he fills my mouth with his release and pushes deeper until I swallow, instinctually trying to close my throat.

He groans and pulls my hair, forcing me off his cock. I blink up into his blown pupils.

The ground falls out from under me when he brushes his thumb over my cheek in the gentlest caress.

“This might hurt, but you need this. Breathe when you can. Swallow the rest.”

He pushes me down and surges into my throat. I panic and push against his thighs, but he groans and wraps his hand around my nape, caging me in and holding me exactly where he wants me. Tingly warmth settles in my belly and for a split second, I forget my need for oxygen, but when he pulls me up, I cough and sputter around his shaft. He releases my nape, brushes his thumb over my cheek, and sinks both hands into my hair, encompassing my entire head in his grip.

I whimper and try to push him out, but he thrusts his hips and compresses my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.

For long, endless minutes, he fucks in and out of my throat, never leaving my mouth, but always giving me time to recuperate between invasions. Each fresh surge of seed settles into my stomach and fuels the inferno raging in my veins. Tendrils of liquid fire spread from organ to organ until wetness seeps down my legs.

My throat hurts. My tongue tingles. My jaw aches. His hands muffle my hearing, but his lustful purr reaches deep into my bones.

Pressure builds in my core.

He snarls and shoves my head so far down his knot pinches my lips on my teeth. My head spins. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t swallow with his thick shaft lodged deep in my throat.

Darkness teases the edge of my vision. I thump my injured hand against his leg, but the pleasure of his offering filling my belly washes away my panic.

Ready to sink into unconsciousness, I suck down a halfhearted breath when he lifts me off his cock. He wraps a hand around my throat and pulls me up to his lips.

Nothing matters beyond the joining of our mouths as he tastes himself on my tongue.

I should hate him. His ruthless use of my throat should fill me with fear.

But it doesn’t and I don’t.

I want more.

The pressure in my core and the pulsing of my clit highlight the need raging within me.

Indignation jangles down my spine as I meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

He found his release. I want mine.

His smirk increases my frustration. A flash of heat steals my breath.

“Don’t worry, Pearl. I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he promises as he tilts my head down.

His cock juts proudly from between his legs, still leaking seed with his partially engorged knot pulsing near his base.

My insides clench. I want him inside me.

But there’s no way I’ll survive a rutting by that monstrosity. My sister barely survived when an alpha half his size attacked her.

Ice encases my heart at the thought of my sister. Tears fill my lashes.

A callused hand cups my chin and lifts my attention to his face.

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