Page 147 of Fallen Omega

“Good,” he says. “Good girl. But you need to know Daddy means what Daddy says.”

And he brings the belt down one last time, making me come. I jump and buck and moan. His fingers are in me fast, and he almost pulls out then slams them back into me, pounding me, pushing the orgasm higher and higher until I’m in tears, a mess.

“Sit up, baby.”

He pulls out and I sit up and he frees himself. I stare hungrily at his cock. The curve to it. The mushroom head. The girth. I’m not sure if he’s as big as Dante, but he looks it, and I stare at him.

“Come here, swing your leg over and raise your ass…good girl.” Using his hand to guide my hip, I’m there, he’s there, pressing at the opening of my pussy. And he looks at me and leans forward, kissing me. “Slowly lower yourself.”

With his guidance, I do that and he’s huge. Bigger than he looked, just like Dante and the tight fit with my mouth.

Knight stretches my pussy and it would be uncomfortable if I wasn’t so wet, still recovering from that orgasm.

He stops me rushing it, fingers digging into my skinand holding me in place as he pushes deeper and deeper. Until…Oh. God.

He’s in.

I’m sitting on him.

We’re joined.

My body starts to pulsate, my pussy contracting, and waves of euphoria hit.

He hisses, rocking me on his thick pole. “Liz.”

“I can’t help it.” I grasp him. “I can’t help coming. It’s too good.”

“You’re no longer a virgin and you’re all fucking mine.”

He draws me back in for a kiss, long and deep and slow as he starts to work my hips.

When I get the hang of it, I’m lost in a sea of pleasure and I come through that, too. But I’m still turned on, primed, and I realize this is just the first plateau. There are more, and I want to experience them all.

I find my rhythm, riding him in long, deep, undulating strokes.

It gets harder, faster, and soon I’m holding on to him as I’m slamming myself up and down, bouncing on his thick cock, wanting more.

I need more.

The kiss is over, we’re staring at each other, caught in this world of stormy passion, of the constant climb for more.

Every time a fluttery orgasm hits me, I’m out of my mind, lost and needing more. And each time he grits his teeth like he’s having a hard time controlling himself.

He picks me up and I wrap around him. Knight pulls out and flips us, so my ass is on the edge of the sofa and he goes to his knees. He spreads me wide and slams back in.

I cry out. He’s so deep and his cock’s pistoning in and out, a lewd and gorgeous sight.

It’s so fucking deep, his balls slapping my ass and he’s hitting all the right places.

I start to come again and his movements get wilder, the control gone. He’s going at me like I’m meat he needs to pound and I dig my nails into him, trying to drag him deeper, my hips angling for optimum entry.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, grunting. “Fuck.”

“Harder, Daddy, harder. Punish me with your cock.”

“I’m going to destroy your pretty fucking pussy. And then your ass. They’re mine.”

He starts to come and something happens because although I’m coming too, he’s not there, something’s missing and then he swells, knotting…oh, fuck, I think he’s knotting in me, and it’s fucking perfection.

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