Page 64 of Capturing Their Omega

At some point, Ares comes to sit next to us, murmuring the most maddening things in my ear. “Put your fingers in her and thrust in and out.”

I hear the sound of his zipper and the muffledfuckhe whispers out.

I let my fingers slide through Cassie’s wet heat. Her slickness coats my hands.

“Fuck, you are squeezing my fingers so tightly,” I groan.

“Lift up your hips, Cassie. Let me see you take you Jeremiah’s cock.”

Biting her lip, Cassie raises her hips in the air as I line myself up with her soaking core. She doesn’t even notice she did that, too lost to the sensation of my skin on hers.

I don’t waste another minute—I can’t, actually. My cock is so hard that the skin is shiny and tight.

Cassie lowers her hips, letting me sink deep inside her. I let out a strained moan of pleasure.

Goosebumps cover her skin as I slide deeper inside, and fuck, it feels so fucking good. She’s tight and slick and hot, like a fist, and the sight of it, my thick rod disappearing into her wet heat as she keeps herself spread open for me—it’s almost punishing how hot the sight is. I have to breathe through my nose as I keep pushing in, feeding inch after thick inch into her greedy body.

And then it’s there, I’m all the way there, and I am still breathing through my nose, because I’m going to come any minute, I just know I am, and I’m not ready to give this up yet.

The sight of Cassie shivering with her sides moving in short, exhilarated breaths and her hair sticking against her neck is like an aphrodisiac to me. As is the feeling of her channel so slick and so smooth, clenching so very hard on my dick, like it wants to milk the orgasm right out of my body. The stroke and squeeze of her, the heat and pressure up every nerve ending in my cock, it’s driving me mad.

“That’s my girl,” I moan, kissing her neck. “God, I love being inside you.”

“I love it too,” she whispers with a breathy whimper.

“You two are so fucking hot,” Ares adds from beside me. He’s currently stroking his dick while watching me fuck Cassie.

Fuck!

I’ve never been so hard.

I claim her lips once more, tracing them with my tongue and stealing her breath and replacing it with mine. I fuck into her with slow, deep rolls that have her whimpering against my mouth.

I grab Cassie’s hips, holding her and restricting her on the bed, taking charge.

And then I slam into her.

Hard.

Deep.

And fast.

All the way to the top of my knot.

She moans as my fingers meet her clit, rubbing it.

God, her pussy. It’s the best combination of slippery and tight, and it has my stomach clenching. My hand is fisted in the pillow underneath her and my thighs trembling with restraint.

She arches and wiggles underneath me, her stomach once again pressing flat against mine and driving me mad. I unleash a wicked flurry of thrusts out of sheer reaction, my weight driving her into the bed, my hips moving hard and fast.

“Ohhh,” she breathes, staring up at me. “Oh God.”

I do it again. I hug her tight to my chest and burrow my face in her neck, and then I pump into her over and over and over, static crowding at the edges of my vision, my mouth open and kissing against her neck and shoulder.

Her breasts bounce with every hard thrust, her face contorted in pleasure.

I am in rut now, an animal bent only on mating, mindless with the sheer need to knot her.

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