Page 67 of Capturing Their Omega

“You still need me to spank your ass?” he asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Biting my lip, I nod. “Yes.”

“Okay, then. Four more strikes for my dirty little angel,” Ares mumbles, and runs his fingers through my folds. I let out a whimper. “You are so fucking wet,” he says with a growl.

“All right, angel, you ready?” Ares asks.

I nod, my body tightening in anticipation.

The first smack of his hands on my ass feels better than I expected it to.

It’s like my body has already translated the pain into pleasure. Ares massages my ass again, this time letting his fingers slip all the way into my soaking cunt. I cry out with a loud, animalistic groan, nearly screaming with the need for more.

“Oh my god, please fuck me!” I scream.

“So eager, sweet angel,” he murmurs as his fingers continue to plunge inside me. I’m writhing on the bed, knowing that I’m not going to get what I want yet.

As soon as he pulls his hand from between my legs, the second smack lands against my flesh. I scream, dying to feel his touch as sweat drips down the nape of my neck.

He does the same thing again, teasing me with what I want before quickly taking it away.

“I can’t take it, please!” I cry. “Please fuck me.” I can hardly recognize my own voice. I feel as if I exist only for pleasure now. My sense of self is entirely wrapped up in this desire.

The third hit is practically unbearable—not for the ache but for the yearning. I scream against the bed as he plunges his fingers back inside me, thrusting them so hard, and it feels so good, but it’s not what I want.

The fourth and final hit feels like a climax in and of itself. My body erupts with a sensation that I’ve never felt before, and when Ares shoves his fingers back inside me, my orgasm drags me below the surface.

It’s so intense that I can hardly breathe. My body seizes against the rapture, and it’s everywhere, all-consuming, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pain and pleasure. Dull and sharp. Quiet and loud.

I’m practically convulsing on the bed as he continues thrusting two fingers inside me, riding out my orgasm.

In the distance, I hear Eric quietly muttering to himself, “Holy fucking shit.”

By the time it comes to an end, my ears are ringing, my skin is buzzing, and it feels as if I’m waking up from a dream. I’m left gasping.

He softly mutters, “My hand is fucking soaked.” I don’t even remember him pulling his fingers out. I don’t want to move.

I don’t want to ever move.

“What a good fucking girl you are,” Ares whispers, coming up to my side, resting his hand on my head, stroking my hair.

He rubs his rigid length against my thigh. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” he says in a deep, raspy tone. Pride bubbles to the surface.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” he adds, and I smile.

My body feels like melted wax, my muscles like rubber.

And then I feel his cock teasing my entrance. I feel so hot, and my thighs are slick with my wetness. With one quick jerk, he fills me. A loud moan escapes my chest, and I start to breathe harshly. He’s so big.

“Fuck,” he grunts into my neck. “You’re so tight.”

“Your tits,” he murmurs. “I want to feel them.”

He moves his hand forward, clasping my full, heavy breasts with his rough hands, swirling the nipples in between the pads of his fingers.

The heat of his body rises behind me. He’s trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Open up,” he demands through clenched teeth. “Open yourself for me.”

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