Page 69 of Knight Life In Vegas

“As a daisy.”

“Open the gate.”

Fuckingyes.

My fantasy was coming true.

I spun us, unlatching the gate, dipping us inside, and closing it behind us. She was in a tiny little dress, perfect to flip and let me experience every glorious inch of her.

Charlotte wiggled until I released my grip, letting her get to her feet. “Give me your shirt.”

I stripped it off immediately and passed it over, watching her lay it over the straw before getting to her knees.

Sweet mercy.

I dropped down hastily next to her.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she instructed.

“I washed them!”

“I know how hard a stable is to wash off, so just to be safe, only touch outside stuff. I don’t need any of thatinsideme. Your cock, on the other hand…”

“Goddamn, princess. You’re really trying to melt my brain, aren’t you?”

She tossed me a smile and bent over so she was on hands and knees. “Is it working?”

“Damn fucking right it is. Only time for a quickie with how many people are in the building, but I’m going to worship the hell out of you the next chance I get.”

I flipped her skirt and dragged down her panties, hastily freeing my cock. I snared her plush hips in both hands and dragged her backwards, pussy meeting cock in a divine union. The sound it forced out of her was entirely too loud.

“Well, that won’t do.” I maneuvered her just enough to get her panties off before reaching around to tuck them between her lips. I nearly came on the spot when she turned to look at me with blazing eyes and pink cotton caught in her teeth. “The quieter you are, the harder I can rail you.”

I fucked back into her in one swift motion, using the propulsion of my hips to drive into her sweet body, while pulling down with equal force. Her eyes crossed, her body instantly shaking. She felt so fucking good. The stall was going to smell like her for ages from her slick dripping through the straw and onto the concrete below.

This long-held fantasy easily matched the reality. Her pussy squeezed me to oblivion and I was determined to give her the best damn quickie she’d ever experienced.

Each muffled sound dragged me closer to the edge. I hadn’t planned on taking my omega in the stables when I’d woken up this morning, but I couldn’t lie and say that the thoughthadn’tcrossed my mind each time I saw her here. If she was going to stick around, maybe I’d have to float the idea of us taking her in the knight outfits…

I didn’t have the luxury of time right now, but my princess didn’t seem to mind one bit. If she liked hard and fast, who was I to deny her?

Later I would knot her and drown myself in her lemon meringue sweetness.

She slid into a full presentation, her fingers clutching the straw, an omega whine that couldn’t be fully silenced setting off all my instincts. I fucked in deeper, and she closed one hand over her mouth, trying doubly hard to keep herself silent. It did magnificent things to my ego that she was struggling so hard to be quiet.

If I hadn’t been banned from it, I’d have gotten my fingers on her clit and sent her into ruination a half dozen times already, but I had to work smarter to get around that. I shifted angles carefully until one sent her pussy spasming around me, her whole body shaking.

“That’s my good girl. Come for me, princess,” I whispered, half-breathless and ready to burst. It only took a couple morethrusts at that angle before she fell apart for me, pussy squeezing the absolute life out of my cock. “Fucking fuck, oh my g?—”

I ground my teeth together, trying desperately to hold back my knot. The last thing we needed was to be discovered while I was balls-deep and trapped. With trembling hands, I held tight to her hips and pulled out enough that if I did pop a knot, I wouldn’t be inside her when I did. I curled over her, planting a hand on each side and nuzzling my cheek against her hair.

“Princess, you’re a fucking dream.”

She extracted the panties from her mouth and nuzzled me right back, her purr buzzing to life.

“Sweet girl, did getting railed in the stables make you happy?”

“Perhaps.” She nipped my wrist and carefully lifted herself, forcing me to sit up and pull free of her exquisite warmth. “I’m trying not to fight my omega instincts as much anymore. I spent two decades doing that and I’m too tired for it anymore. Feels so much better to follow the compulsions.”

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