Page 5 of Pucking the Enemy

He grabbed my ass, pulling me close to him for a brief moment before lifting me with ease. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hardness brushing over my core. I ground down on it with a happy whimper as he turned, backing me up against the door.

“Your scent is driving me insane,” he panted, his eyes wide and wild as he looked at me with excitement.

“The feeling is mutual,” I insisted, my lips finding his neck. I wanted to touch every inch of his skin, to feel it on mine.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me firmly in place.

“I should take my time with you,” he said. “But fuck if I don’t want to be inside you right now, Duchess.”

His words made heat pool in my stomach. “Fuck me now, take your time later?” I asked.

“Are you sure? I’m feeling a little feral,” he admitted.

“Then, a quick fuck will take the edge off.” I smiled with a confidence I didn’t know I possessed. “Please, alpha,” I begged.

Those words triggered something in Roman. His eyes darkened, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he ripped off my underwear, tearing the fabric, pulled my dress over my head with skill, and thrust into me, all while he had me up against the door.

Holy hot alpha!

I had thought he was big when his length had been pressing against me, but I was vastly mistaken. He wasn’t big—he was huge.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, my hands clenching on his shoulders as I threw my head back in shock.

Roman’s moan echoed mine. “You’re gripping me like a vise, and I’m not even an inch in.”

“More,” I demanded breathlessly. If I wasn’t full of alpha cock in the next few seconds, I was going to explode.

I was being split open, the burn of my walls stretching making my head spin and legs tremble. There was no way in hell I was going to admit it was probably a tight squeeze because I had never actually fucked an alpha… only betas. That didn’t mean I hadn’t experienced a knot—toys were a glorious, glorious thing, but I had been told so many times by other omegas that they paled in comparison to the real thing.

Now I knew… truer words had never been spoken.

“Demanding little omega, aren’t we?” Roman chuckled as he thrust his hips, sinking half of his length into me with a garbled curse.

Trying to muffle my sounds, I dug my teeth into his shoulder..

“This pussy feels like heaven,” he gritted out. “So fucking warm, wet, and tight.”

My entire body shuddered with desperation as he continued to inch forward, every little movement stretching me farther until I was impossibly full.

If it feels like this with just his cock inside me, then how is it going to feel when he knots me?

I had no idea, but I was excited to find out.

Roman stilled once fully seated, giving me a few moments to adjust to his size.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, resting his forehead on mine.

“Full,” I laughed wryly.

A smirk broke out across his face. “Good, now you’d better hold on tight, omega.”

His next thrust made me see stars. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he set a fast pace, filling me with each brutal thrust. There was nothing I could do but cling to him. My back scraped against the door as my breasts brushed against his chest and my nipples pebbled underneath my bra, just begging for attention.

I tried to speak, but all that fell from my mouth were unintelligible moans of happiness as I clung on to his neck for dear life. Pulling him in for a kiss, l succumbed to his lips as they devoured mine in a hurried frenzy.

My core clenched, and judging by the rumble that emanated from his chest, he could also feel how close I was getting.

“You just got even tighter, omega,” he said against my lips.

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