Page 6 of Pucking the Enemy

“I’m close,” I admitted with a pant. His skin was red hot against mine in the cool air of his bedroom.

He took my admission as a challenge. The hands clutching my butt tightened as his pace increased.

“Good, because I’m getting close, and I refuse to finish until you do. This sweet pussy is amazing. I’m going to taste it before our time is over, but first, I want you knotted and stuffed full of my cum, so everyone can smell me on you. I want them to know who gave you that sex drunk look in your eyes.”

Why was that so hot? The idea of smelling like Roman, his cum marking me for all other alphas to smell while he fucked me up against a door?

I was really missing out by only sleeping with betas.

Roman’s cock throbbed as he spoke, each thrust making his cock press against every inch of my walls, brushing my G-spot and bumping my cervix. My head swam as my ears rang. Everything in me tightened, and for a brief moment, I worried that I would fall apart completely when I came.

He thrust in with one last roar, the base of his cock expanding rapidly, pushing against my walls with such intensity that I wanted to sob as my world exploded. My legs trembled violently, but his bruising grip never let up.

Roman kept me in a firm hold as my body shuddered with release, my teeth digging into his bottom lip. He hissed in pain, but made no move to stop me, his cock throbbing almost violently from the nip.

“Such a good fucking omega. You’re taking my knot so well,” he cooed, gyrating his hips as I slowly came down from what was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. “Fuck,” he moaned in a rough voice.

“I agree.” I laughed in a weak voice, resting my forehead against his shoulder as aftershocks ran through my body.

“Well, you’re not going anywhere for a while,” he said, pulling back and carrying me away from the door toward the king-size bed. My arms hugged his neck tightly, even though he moved with me in his arms like I weighed nothing.

Once at the edge of the bed, he turned round, letting himself fall backward onto the sheets. They smelled so intensely dark, fruity and alpha, and I wanted to roll in them. We landed with a small oomph so I was splayed across his chest, his knot still firmly lodged in me.

Roman gazed at me as I sat up with an easygoing smile. “It was downright criminal for me not to take this off,” he said as his hands roamed over the cups of my bra, pulling them down to expose my nipples to the cool air.

“You were a bit distracted.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I was, wasn’t I? You’re an awfully distracting omega, Hazel.”

“You’re one to talk.” He had no right looking so calm and handsome lying under me. I probably looked like a tomato who was struggling to breathe.

It didn’t help that he was entertaining himself by running his hands over my body, across my hips, down my thighs and back.

My brain swiftly short-circuited as his fingers found my clit, running through my wetness before circling the sensitive bud.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a strangled voice, my hands gripping his chest as he leaned up ever so slightly.

“I want to feel you come around my knot again,” he said.

Oh.

I was okay with that.

I was more than okay with that.

Roman’s fingers rolled my clit, varying the pressure from firm and strong to gentle, featherlight touches.

My hips started to gyrate, the knot rubbing my inner walls. Throwing my head back, I let Roman play my body like a fiddle. Despite having just had an earth-shattering orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to reach that edge again.

“Come on my knot, omega,” Roman ordered softly, his eyes burning a hole in my skin as he watched me intently.

My entire body hummed with a desperate need to please this alpha, to make him happy.

The hand that wasn’t attacking my clit was lightly twisting my nipple. My pussy spasmed at the sensation, and Roman’s eyes closed, his head tilting back, showing off the wiry muscles of his neck.

My body jerked as I came, waves of pleasure running through my body, my walls rippling around Roman’s knot, a strangled scream tearing from my mouth.

As I slumped over his chest, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly to him. Not that I could have moved, even if I wanted to, because I was still locked firmly on his knot.

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