Page 46 of Excess

“Take off your knickers,” I growled, gently lifting her off my cock by her hair.

Inika’s lips were swollen, her eyes hazy as she looked up at me, shimmying out of her knickers while kneeling on the floor.

“Hold them up,” I commanded before she could toss them aside. Inika’s perfume grew impossibly thicker, her face burning with embarrassment as she held up the sodden scrap of lace. “How wet are they?”

“Wet,” she rasped.

“You’ve barely checked, princess. You can do better than that. Put some effort in.”

Inika glanced quickly at the fabric as she smoothed out the scrunched-up fabric, holding it up for me. “They’re wet.”

I tutted impatiently, making her perfume again. “Show me the gusset.”

Inika whimpered as she turned over the fabric in her hand to show me the glistening crotch.

“Pass them here.”

The sound she made was somewhere between a moan and a whine as she deposited the material into my hand.

“Now, this—” I rubbed the sticky gusset between my fingers, holding them up so she could see her slick shining on my skin. “Is more than just wet. These are ruined, aren’t they? We need to get you some water, princess. You must be thirsty.”

“I don’t need water. I need cum.”

“Greedy little slut,” I replied affectionately. Inika’s fingers were between her thighs before I’d even finished the sentence, eagerly playing with her clit. “Get on my lap and ride me.”

Inika climbed onto the bed in an instant, her knees landing on either side of my thighs, slick dripping onto my cock as she lined herself up over me. Her perfect tits were in my face, and I pulled them over the top of the corset so I could worship each nipple in turn, firmly gripping each breast to hold her in place while she whined and tried to lower herself down on my cock.

“Patience,” I chided, releasing her nipple with a pop. “How do you get any work done when you’re panting after my cock all day, princess? It must be very distracting for you.”

“You have no idea,” Inika muttered, breaking character as she sank down on my dick, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She reached behind her, bracing her hands on my knees and rolling her hips, fucking me slowly and giving me the prettiest view I’d ever had in my life. Tits out, throat exposed, hair trailing down her back…

I memorised every inch of her.

“Are you putting on a show for me, omega?”

Inika nodded, letting out a rasping moan of pleasure as I circled her clit with my thumb.

“Cute.” I pinched her clit lightly with my thumb and forefinger, and Inika arched her back instantly, trying to get closer. “Is that the best you can do, princess? Fuck me properly.”

She was already a little cock drunk and sloppy as she clumsily grabbed my shoulders again, shifting her weight forwards for better leverage. Eventually, I’d bounce her on my dick and stuff her full of my knot, but not yet.

The anticipation made it all the sweeter.

“Blake,” Inika whined, lifting herself up slowly before dropping back down onto my lap. “Help me.”

“Those Pilates muscles hurting, princess?” I asked, kneading the back of her thighs.

She made a muffled sound of agreement, skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweet. “I need to come. I need your knot. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

I fell back on the bed, pulling her down with me before holding her up by her hips, thrusting up into her until I couldn’t take it anymore, and rolling us.

Inika’s dark hair fanned out around her head, a stark contrast against the white sheets. I hooked the back of her knees behind my forearms, pinning them up while I fucked her into the mattress, bumping her up the bed with each movement.

She circled her clit roughly with her fingers and that was it. The moment she clenched around me, I was done for, my knot swelling faster than it ever had in its life, like it was taking no chances about locking us together.

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