Page 89 of The Gamma's Second Chance

I race into the bedroom and practically throw myself on the bed, crouching on all fours, facing the foot, just as I did last night when he punished me. Panting, I wait for him to circle the bed and put his thick cock in my mouth, but he instead moves to the headboard, taking something from the drawer of his nightstand. I have the urge to glance over my shoulder at him, but I don’t. I keep my eyes forward, knowing that’s what he’ll want, my body quivering in anticipation, my pussy utterly soaked.

With as much subtlety as I can, I spread my thighs wider and arch my back so my ass is raised in the air and my tits hang low enough for him to see them through my spread legs. I’m completely at his mercy, displaying my body, encouraging him to torment me until I’m boneless and my throat is raw from moaning and screaming his name.

I feel his eyes on me as I wait, licking my lips and catching my breath. My impatience almost kills me. My pussy throbs with its desperate need to be touched and filled by him.

“This is exactly how I wanted you,” Nolan says from behind me, his hands sliding up my outer thighs and resting on my hips. “Needy and desperate and ready to beg me to fuck you.” He kisses my hip, right next to where his thumb rests on my skin. “I bet you’d sound so pretty while begging for my cock.” His lips travel to my ass as he speaks, and he punctuates his words with a kiss to my cheek.

And then he backs away from me, leaving me cold from the absence of his touch and his massive, solid, warm torso at my back. But his hands return to me in a fraction of a second, guiding me backwards until I straddle his hips, his hardened dick waiting for my dripping wet pussy.

I brace myself with my palms on his thighs as he lowers my hips, biting my lip as I prepare for his cock entering me.But instead, he positions us so my pussy lips wrap around the base, his hands palming my ass and massaging it, digging his fingertips in hard.

“Lean forward, Cassandra,” he says as he spreads my cheeks apart, his thumb circling my asshole, coated in something cool and wet.

I gasp and finally let myself look at him over my shoulder. He’s leaned back against the pillows, his eyes locked on my ass and his hands as they play with me—especially his thumb while it teases my hole, applying more pressure with each circle he draws around it as he works to push it inside. A bottle of lube sits near him on the bed, and my body heats and tenses.

“Oh Goddess!” I exclaim as the tip of his thumb barely breaches my hole, my neck arching and my mouth dropping open.

“Relax,” he says, his voice calm, warm, and soothing, his hands still caressing my ass and keeping me open for him. “Lay on your stomach and let go, Cassandra. Give in.”

I inhale, sending the oxygen through my muscles, easing the tension caused by his intruding thumb. It’s pleasurable, but still a surprise, since I wasn’t expecting him to enter me there. I stretch out along his legs, my breasts resting on his thighs and one hand on his shin as the other curls into the covers.

“Nolan…”

I groan deep in my throat. My toes curl, and I grind my pussy on his dick, rubbing my clit on him as he pushes in deeper, his fingers pressing into my ass hard enough to leave bruises.

My favorite type of mark he’s given me so far. Other than his name on my thigh.

My neck arches, and I close my eyes, enjoying the fullness I feel as he gently and slowly stretches me. I sense his eyes on me, watching me and drinking in my pleasure as I continue to rockmyself against him, adding to the decadence with the friction of his dick against my lower lips.

He slips one hand lower, inserting a finger into my pussy, and I claw at the blankets and his leg, shaking from the added pressure and the orgasm I’m holding back from the intensity of it all.

Everything freezes. All movement, all sound. Even time. Everything except my heartbeat and his.

“Breathe, Cassandra,” he reminds me, twisting his finger in my pussy. My inhale is loud and sputtering, and then I find myself relaxing further on my exhale. “That’s it…” he encourages, his movements almost imperceptible. “That’s it,” he repeats as I melt against him and writhe without inhibitions. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

My neck strains, and my cheek brushes against the cool cotton of the bedding, a stark contrast to my flushed skin from the heated blood in my veins. He works me to the edge, murmuring to me and watching me with a burning intensity I can feel in my soul. He inches me to the precipice, and just as I’m about to fall, he removes his digits from my holes, leaving me aching and empty.

I almost sob in desperation. But before I can, Nolan lifts my hips, repositions his cock, and drops me down onto it, slamming his hips up to meet me.

He fills me completely. He’s a perfect fit. Every inch of him fits inside me, hitting all the delicious spots in my pussy that have me seeing stars, the spots no other male has been able to hit all at once like he can.

Bracing my palms on his thighs again, I lift my upper body to control his depth better. I bounce up and down as our bodies slam together over and over, both of us giving in to the primal need within us to stake a claim. We may be waiting to mark each other, but Nolan is the most possessive male I’ve been with, andhe’ll ensure there is no doubt in anyone’s mind of who I belong to while my neck remains unmarked, for however long that may be.

He stays reclined, and I gaze over my shoulder at him, twisting enough so he can see my breast bouncing. He grits his teeth, and his jaw ticks, but his eyes roam my body freely, taking in the swell of my ass, the curve of my spine, and the movements of my breast before he skims over my neck and locks his eyes with mine. I caress my body as he watches me and restrains himself so he doesn’t give in to his wolf’s urge to mark, the urge he’s currently fighting. My hands travel up my stomach to my breasts, touching, massaging, and teasing my nipples. I circle the tips with the pads of my fingers, then tug on them and pinch them before repeating the motions.

His hands stroke wherever they can reach—up my sides and back and down my thighs—but he keeps his body away, and I know it’s because he wants to mark me. To claim me. But he holds himself back, respecting my wishes to mark each other in the temple.

And that makes me love him even more.

My fingers wander down between my legs, and my chin tilts towards the ceiling as I flick, then circle my clit, drawing a figure eight over it. Nolan pounds into me from below, groaning and panting as he watches me pleasure myself on top of him. His thumb wanders back between my cheeks, gliding up and down. Our eyes meet, and he raises his brow in question, seeking my permission to play with me there again.

“Yes,” I moan out on a sigh. “Goddess, yes.”

His hands leave me for a second that feels like a lifetime, the movements of his hips slowing as the lid of the lube snaps open. I continue riding him, rolling my hips and my body, my heart racing and blood rushing with the anticipation of his thumb being in my ass while his cock is in my pussy.

The lid clicks shut, and then his thumb is between my cheeks again, his massive hands spreading them and holding them apart as he presses the tip of it into my hole.

The noise I make as his thumb slips in further and he continues pounding me from below is inhuman. It’s loud, deep, and long, my body trembling from the intensity of having him filling both my holes.

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