Page 98 of Packed in the Fire house

“You know, a good orgasm could solve that,” she mused, wiggling her hips at me.

My hand lightly slapped her ass, and the fucking omega moaned, her pussy weeping. “Blaze is rubbing off on you.”

“Admit it, you love it.”

My hands found her hips, grasping at them tightly as I lined myself up.

“I do, and I fucking love you. Last chance to get out of this, omega,” I warned as the head of my cock sat at her entrance.

Instead of answering, Sunny shoved back, forcing the first inch of my cock into her pussy. “Fuck, yes!” she moaned loudly.

Warmth.

So fucking hot and wet and perfect. Only the tip of my cock was inside her, but already, I felt like I was going to blow.

I had to make sure she came before me, but I had never felt anything so good, and I was honestly starting to doubt myself.

As I inched forward, Sunny’s pussy accepted my cock beautifully, her walls stretching around me, hugging my cock in a welcoming vise.

“This pussy is fucking lethal.” I groaned, notching forward. “So wet and desperate for alpha cock.”

“Foryouralpha cock,” she choked out. “So good! Fuck.” She whimpered, wiggling her hips, but they didn’t move, because I was gripping them so tightly.

My pelvis brushed against her ass cheeks, and with surprise, I looked down, realizing she had taken every inch of me like a fucking pro. “Such a good girl, your pussy is full of every inch of me. How does it feel?”

“So good,” she hummed, resting her head on the cool quartz counter. “So full, but in the best way. I'm going to feel so empty all the time without this.”

“Well, I guess we're going to have to do this regularly,” I said, barely keeping control of my words.

Rearing back, I set a slow pace, paying attention to all her little reactions. She didn’t show any signs of being uncomfortable. In fact, as my cock dragged against her walls, she was whimpering and moaning in pleasure.

Spurred on, I slowly increased my pace until I was fucking her with vigor. Every time I thrust, her pussy made a delightfully wet sound, accompanied by her moans; it was fucking music to my ears. My knot was rapidly growing, and I knew once it was buried in her, it was going to take a long, long time to die down.

“Do you want my knot, Cher?” I asked, leaning down to nip at her neck.

“Yes!” she cried, scrambling for purchase on the counter.

“Good, because you’re not going anywhere.” I chuckled, letting my knot bump up against her entrance.

There was no hesitation from her, no pause or concern. She was throwing herself into every thrust with vigor.

She was ready for me.

Planting one of my hands next to her head, I bent over her body, pressing her deeper into the counter as I thrust like a wild animal, focused only on my own release.

With a keening cry, she came over my cock, her walls clamping down, her juices covering me and dripping all over the counter and her thighs.

“Good girl,” I said, leaning down to suck on her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving me better access to the skin.

My body was on fire, spurred forward by the desperate need for release. So lost in my own impending orgasm, when my knot slipped into her warmth with ease, I nearly fell apart right there. I wasn't at full size yet—that would happen when I came—but it was still a considerable girth for Sunny to take.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gritted out.

“Please, please, fuck, I need your knot,” Sunny begged.

With a roar, I almost doubled over her, thrusting so deeply, her entire body jolted with the force. My teeth dug into her neck, and my knot rapidly started to expand.

Somehow, Sunny’s pussy stretched and welcomed me but still retained a vise-like grip on my cock.

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