Page 56 of Packed in the Fire house

Honestly, with Gregory, I was lucky if I came once. He was far more focused on his own pleasure. Even during my heat, when orgasms were like confetti—easy and everywhere—he struggled to satisfy me.

My vision blurred as his touch made my skin hum with happiness. I could never have enough of his touch. I had no idea how I’d ever survived without it.

Each punishing stroke made my body tremble, made me want to scream with sheer pleasure. It was shocking that I was still standing.

“So perfect, so good, and allmine,” Walker growled into my ear as his hips crashed against my ass with each thrust. “My bratty little omega needed to come, didn’t she?”

I did. Oh, I fucking did.

“Yes!”

The base of his knot was starting to bump up against my entrance, and I wanted it so fucking badly. More than the air I was breathing.

“Knot me, please,” I begged.

“I should make you wait,” he gritted out, his pace speeding up, becoming almost frantic with need.

My eyes shot open in panic. I didn’t want to wait; I was pretty sure I couldn’t. My body was begging for another release, to give me what no man had before—two orgasms in a row.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to beg, because as my stomach coiled and that second release was just within reach, he rammed his knot deep, making my entire body explode with sensation.

It was too much, but if he dared stop, I was going to maul him. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, my walls clamping down on his knot as it stretched me in a way that was painful, but in the mind-blowing way that I craved. It was perfect.

“How does your pussy feel even better wrapped around my knot than I remembered?”

“Bad memory, going senile?” I joked breathlessly as I slowly came down from my high. I didn’t trust my legs to hold my weight, so I stayed pressed firmly against the wall, using it for support.

My ass stung as he slapped it lightly. “Behave. No senile man could fuck so well.”

I hummed in agreement. My omega was in heaven. Knotted and stuffed full of cum. I was already floating on cloud nine, thanks to the multiple orgasms, when Walker started playing with my clit again. My body was oversensitive, and each touch made me squirm.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m making you come again,” Walker said simply.

Again?

“I can’t…”

“Oh, you can.” With his other hand, he tugged on my nipple while sucking on my neck. “And you will,” he muttered against my skin.

The confidence in his tone did something to me, and it wasn’t long before I was tumbling over the edge—for a third time.

“Okay, my vagina surrenders.” I giggled as we untangled ourselves and exited the shower.

Walker grabbed a towel, smiling as he started drying me. “I’ll give her some time to recover.”

“Not too long, I hope? Also, I can dry myself,” I said as he ran the towel over my body.

“I know, but I want to,” he said, cocking his head to the side, engrossed in his task.

Afterthoroughlydrying me, he pulled on a pair of sweats and grabbed his T-shirt, handing it to me with a grin.

Cheeky fucker knew I wanted to wear his scent, even though I already smelled of him, thanks to his cum leaking from my pussy.

Behind him, my phone chirped on the counter.

“Can you check that? It could be Luka’s baby monitor,” I said, as he was closest.

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