Page 106 of Craving Their Omega

But Tristan doesn’t let me fall. Instead he spins me around and presses me down over the counter until I’m bent over on it.

He bends his body over mine, pressing me down with his weight. At this angle, I can feel his cock, rock hard and throbbing as he grinds it against my ass.

I moan out loud at the sensation, pressing back eagerly. It feels good, being this close to him, having him covering me with his body and his scent, and all thoughts of anything else are chased from my mind.

“Please,” I moan, squirming under him. “I want you.”

“You’ll have me,” he promises on a growl. He reaches down and taps my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs. I do, letting him have room to move. He uses one hand to guide himself into me, the other one twining with mine, holding my hand down to the counter.

As always, he’s so fucking big. Even though I just came, it’s not how it was when I was in heat and my body was ready to take anything and everything.

I have to breathe through it as he presses the first inch or so into me, stretching me. It’s just this side of pain, and I bite my lip hard, whimpering a little.

“You can take me,” Tristan murmurs into my ear. His voice is rich with his own desire, and I can practically feel it rippling over me. “You know you can.”

I nod because I do know. And even if I didn’t know, I would still try. Everything in me wants him right now, no matter how long it takes for him to fit.

It helps that I’m soaking wet from him eating me out, and he works another few inches of his cock into me, filling me up.

I fight to breathe, bucking back as he keeps sliding more and more of himself into my body. Once he’s all the way in, I’m panting hard and already on the edge of falling apart. White hot zings of pleasure dance up and down my spine, and my walls tighten around his cock, fluttering with the need for more.

“You feel so fucking good,” Tristan growls. He nips at my earlobe sharply. “So fucking tight and wet.”

“Please move,” I pant. “Fuck, I need it. Tristan, please.”

“Say it again,” he demands. “Say my name again.”

“Tristan.” It comes out on a whimper as he draws his cock back, sliding it out of me just enough that he can slam back in.

The force of it presses me even farther over the worktop, and I choke out a low groan of pleasure. It feels so good to have him fucking into me, hard and deep, each thrust makes me buck back, wanting more and more.

“Look at you,” Tristan says. “Look at how fucking perfectly you take it. Like you were made for it. Made for me. I wish you could see how beautiful your perfect body looks, split open on my cock.”

I remember from when I was in heat, the way my pussy stretched to accommodate him, impaled on his hard length. Ican imagine it now from a different angle, his cock glistening with my arousal as it slides in and out of me.

“It feels so good,” I groan, tightening around him.

Tristan curses under his breath and picks up the pace, driving into me even deeper. It should be impossible for him to even go deeper, but he manages, hitting that spot inside me that makes me cry out his name.

He straightens up enough to pull one hand back, and when it slaps into my ass, I jolt in surprise. I’ve never been spanked before, not like this, and I’m a little stunned at the fierce rush of pleasure that sends spiraling through me.

“Yes,” I choke out. “Oh, fuck, Tristan, please.”

“I thought you’d like that,” he says. “You like to feel it. You like it when it hurts a little.”

I nod eagerly, and he swats my ass a few more times. He lines the hits up with his thrusts, and my head spins with pleasure. Every nerve is on fire with it, and all I can do is take it as he keeps fucking me hard.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the kitchen, the smell of our scents mingled with the scent of sex in the air. I’m definitely going to have to wipe down this work top before I can serve any food out of this kitchen, but that’s a problem for future Penelope.

Current Penelope is too busy getting her brains fucked out to care.

The spanking and the hard thrusts have me coming closer and closer to the edge, and I bite my lip hard, arching back to take even more of Tristan.

“Are you close?” he wants to know.

I nod, desperate for more.

“Then say my name again. Tell me who’s fucking you right now.”

---