Page 36 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“What look?” She purses her lips and mischief flares in her eyes.

I grin and slide up her body, kissing her uninjured temple, then brush my lips against hers and whisper tauntingly, “Like you can’t wait to ruin all my plans.”

Proving my point, her hand winds between us and palms my cock over my shorts.

“If you get to want me just as I am, why can’t I want you too?” She lifts up to kiss the corner of my mouth then up my jaw, her hand lightly—torturously—gliding over my bulge.

“Because—fuhh . . .”My brain goes blank the second her hand slips into my waistband and strokes my hard cock with nothing in between us.

My hips instinctively push into her touch, and my jaw clenches with poor restraint. I can’t help but groan when her thumb circles my tip, spreading pre-cum over my crown.

“You were saying?” she teases, and I bury my face in her neck as she continues to work her fist up and down my throbbing length.

“What if I hurt you?” I grind out through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to sink them into her soft skin just to make her lightest touches bearable.

But when she tries to push down my shorts, I don’t stop her.

No, I help her, shoving them down my legs like they’re on fire.

She rocks her hips up and guides my cock over the slit of her sloppy pussy. “Look how wet you made me.” Her breath catches on a sharp inhale as she grinds her clit against me. “Just like you promised.”

Now it’s my turn to stutter. “But—”

“Do you want me to beg, Bishop?” she asks boldly, turning my face to look her in the eyes. They’re just as beautiful icy blue as they are striking gold. “Because I will.”

“No,” I say decidedly, sliding the head of my cock inside her pussy. “You don’t need to beg when you make me fold so damn easily.”

She doesn’t have time to say anything smart in response because I thrust home, burying myself as deep as she’ll take me.

“Fuck,Sin,” I growl in a desperate, husky rumble. “This . . .this . . .”I rock my hips back then punch forward again. “This isstillfucking everything.”

“More. . .More please,more.”She clutches my back, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and her legs wrap around my waist.

I couldn’t deny her if I wanted, fucking her into the blanket as if there’s some way to get closer, deeper, more one than wealready are. I take each thrust slow but sure, working my cock into her pussy.

She moans each time I bottom out. I make sure my knot, not inflated but still pronounced, grinds against her clit with each stroke until her inner walls are fluttering around me. The sensation is my final straw, crippling pleasure tightening my groin and balls.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I groan harshly. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.”

“Bishop,please.” Her hips pitch forward, and she cries, “Please, come with me, in me, just . . .please.”

A tide of heated bliss wracks through me and into her as she clenches my cock while moaning my name.

It’s euphoria.

And it’s real.

Without a fucking shadow of a doubt, this—what we have—is real.

1. Continue playing “Beautiful Things” by Benson Boone

2. Continue playing “Beautiful Things” by Benson Boone

Chapter 13

Needy

Sinclair

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