Page 29 of Fallen Omega

Lizette moans, offering her throat to me as she lifts her hips, her cunt covered in soft cotton rubbing along my cock.

“Yes, I want to. I need to.”

I can’t fuck her. I know that. But a taste, a feel, just a little more won’t hurt.

Plundering her mouth in a claiming kiss, our tongues meet and dance as she surges against me.

It’s like two halves exploding and fusing. I skate my fingers higher.

“Please,” she whispers, voice fever-thick, “touch me…”

Something short circuits in me.

“Be a good little girl,” I murmur. “A sweet little girl, one who wants to please her Daddy.”

“I’m good…” She’s panting, her lips on me, tongue sliding against me, making my brain start to shut down, my defenses and good intentions melt down into nothing.

“Beg me to touch you,” I whisper as I come up for air.

“Please, please touch me, I need it. I need you in me. Make this ache go away.”

“You want me to make you better?” I bend and bite one of her nipples through her dress.

Oh, fuck, her tits are sweet, high, nipples hard.

“I want you to make me better, please, please. Please, Knight, save me.”

What I want is for her to call me Daddy. I’ll take Sir in a pinch but with someone this hot, this potent, I don’t really care. She’s begging and Daddy’s in a generous mood.

Daddy’s out of his fucking mind.

I stroke my hand higher.

“Like this?” I ask.

She breathes out, pushing her pussy into me. “Yes…Please…I’ve been so good…”

Lizette’s never done this before, sunk into the submissive nature of hers, it’s strikingly clear, and it’s a fucking gift to sample it, get the first taste.

“Let’s see how good you are,” I mutter.

I pull her panties aside and sink my fingers into her hot tightness. Her slick lets me get two fingers in her immediately and she clamps tight, convulsing, an orgasm ripping throughher. I kiss her hard, taking what’s mine, and I bite where the dickwad hit her.

Then I start to kiss and suck down her throat, needing to feel the heat and the beat of her blood through her pulse.

I’m not going to bite her deep. I’m not going to mark her, just suck that sweet spot.

Her moan fills me as she starts to push up. I find her clit with my thumb and make her come again and all it does is make her writhe more, beg for more.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. Never been in something so tight and perfect in my life, either. She’s pliable, too, her body molding around my fingers, squeezing.

I want nothing more than to bury myself to the hilt inside her, claim her, bite so hard that the salty-coppery taste on my tongue is from my mark and?—

“What the literal fuck?”

I still, even as she shatters on my fingers yet again.

Dante’s hand lands on my shoulder, a biting, bruising grip that’s like a bucket of water on me.

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