Page 62 of Crossing the Top Line

“That’s right, princess. Fuck, you feel so good. Can you take more for me?” I pant, leaning forward onto a straight arm and looking down to watch her work.

Her moan vibrates down my shaft and up my spine as she takes me deep, more than half of my length disappearing between those perfect lips. I let her control the pace for a moment, rewarded when her throat squeezes around my tip. Movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention away, and I realize she’s touching herself, slim fingers spreading her juices around her clit as she circles it.

I growl and bat her hand away, replacing it with my mouth. She bucks at the first brush of my tongue on her clit, but I barely hear it as her taste explodes in my mouth. Floral and sweet and warm, like sweet tea on a summer’s day. I drink down as much of her essence as I can find, thrusting a rough finger into her slit and fucking her deep and hard with it. She pauses for only a moment to adjust her angle, but she never chokes on my cock as I roll my hips, all the while desperately trying to suck my soul out of the tip. My spine tingles, and if I were a weaker man, I’d make her swallow my cum. But I have a better place in mind to fill.

I stand up, pulling away from her perfect mouth with no small amount of reluctance. She’s panting hard as I manhandle her onto her back, hips at the edge of the bed. Like the obedient girl she is, her legs fall open wide for me, and I pounce. My cock slides effortlessly into her pussy, and her back arches.

“You’re so…fuck, you’re so deep,” she moans, hands flying to my shoulders as I slam into her mercilessly.

I snarl as her nails drag down my arms and back, the sting of her marks calling to something in my primal mind. Leaning down, I snap my mouth over her nipple, biting hard and making her cry out. Her pussy clenches, so I bite her again and again, covering her breasts with crescent-shaped marks. She returns the favor with her hands, digging so hard I’m sure she’s drawn blood.

“Gonna fill your belly, princess. Breed this pussy,mypussy,” I growl, balls drawing up.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me. I want it,” she moans, throwing her head back to expose her throat.

Her words light a fuse within me, and I lean down, capturing her mouth with mine to muffle our screams. With a groan, her hand snakes between us and rubs her clit in fast circles. I hold on for as long as I can, grabbing her hair just to anchor myself to reality. I can’t slow down, but my pace falters, and then she’s screaming into my mouth, her entire body shaking as her perfect cunt clenches harder than ever before. And the last shred of my control snaps.

I drive forward, my swollen knot slipping into place as I shoot load after load of cum deep inside her fluttering pussy. Her name is a prayer as I pull away, resting my forehead against hers as I bask in the sensations. It’s been so long since I’ve knotted anyone, let alone an omega, and I’d nearly forgotten how incredible it feels. The way her muscles contract over and over, pulling every drop of cum from my balls.

Tori’s hands are in my hair, playing with the long pieces at the base of my neck. I shudder at the sensation, standing up and stretching to look down at where we’re joined. I hum, transfixed. She’s spread wide around me, like she was made for this. I wish I had my phone so I could capture this image for future enjoyment.

“You okay, Tori?” I ask once I’ve managed to gather the scattered pieces of my wits.

When I look at her face, my heart drops as I realize she’s hiding it behind her hands, and she’s shaking. But not with pleasure, judging by the sour turn to her scent. As I lean down and pull her hands away gently, my heart hammers in my throat. I was too rough, too harsh. I should have been gentler, at least for this first time. When I manage to get her hands down, I suck in a harsh breath. Her cheeks are damp with the tears spilling from her eyes, her lower lip quaking as she tries to fight back.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s going on,” she babbles through her sobs.

My heart kicks, and I kiss away her tears, stroking her hair. I purr hard, maneuvering us until I have her legs wrapped around my waist and I can lift her safely. She moans, the sound wobbling through another sob, her walls tightening again around my knot.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, princess. I’m here,” I coo, moving us so I can sit against the headboard with her in my lap.

“I don’t—I’m—what’s happening to me? I was fine, and now I’m—”

I shush her and hold her against my chest, one hand on the back of her head as I rock gently. My heart settles a little, recognizing this not as panic or regret, but a sub drop. I should have known better than to stop and smell the roses after what we just did. She curls into me, tears hot on my bare chest, but I don’t pull away. I whisper more praise and reassurance, her heart rate finally coming back to normal as her tears stop.

My cock has gone soft, and my knot has deflated, but neither of us makes a move to withdraw.

“That was…unexpected,” she mutters, sniffing slightly.

“I’m sorry, Tori. I should have started on aftercare right away, especially after how intense that was. It won’t happen again,” I promise, kissing her hair.

She nods, but doesn’t speak again for a long time. When she sits up, she moves off my lap to kneel between my spread legs, my cock finally sliding free of her. Her expression is guarded, and I swallow.

“If you want to get tested, I understand. I’m clean, but I should have…I didn’t even bring any condoms with me,” she starts, looking away to a spot on the duvet.

My brow furrows, and I sit up a little, reaching for her face on instinct. She flinches back, and something in my heart cracks. I pushed too hard, went too fast.

“I trust you, and if you say you’re clean, then I believe you,” I say, but I’m not sure she hears me.

“I’ll have to find a pharmacy, see what I can figure out for backup,” she mutters, almost like she’s speaking to herself.

Understanding dawns, and I reach out, cupping her face and pulling her attention back to me.

“I’m sterile. With my kinks, it made the most sense to get a vasectomy years ago,” I say with a grin.

She blinks at me, eyes wide and stunned. “That’s very…responsible of you,” she says.

I chuckle, but I’m not surprised by her reaction. There aren’t a lot of guys I know who would willingly get snipped before having kids. But the procedure is a lot more effective than any form of birth control on the market, and if I ever want to have kids for real someday, it can be reversed. She lets out a laugh, and then another, and then all the tension melts away.

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