Page 80 of Fearless Bond

He rotated his hand when he said that, spreading his fingers a little, and I cried out. I was so fucking full.

“Now push, sweetheart. Show me.”

Why was that so hot?

On a moan and a grunt, I bore down, trying to expel his hand with my inner muscles. But he pressed back. The sensation was indescribable. I bowed on the bed, yelling.

“Again. C’mon. Push.”

I did, and he pulled to help me but paused where I was stretched the widest, my rim holding on to his knuckles.

“Fuck, Calvin. Your ass right now.”

I whimpered.

He thrust back in, and a small orgasm ricocheted through my insides. My rim clamped around his wrist, and his fingers brushed my womb.

“Yes!” I yelled, getting hoarse.

“You want to come some more, love?”

“Uh-huh.”

“There you go. Anything you want.”

He pumped with his hand, fucking the mouth to my womb with his fingers, and I lost it. I mewled and whined, pinching my sensitive nipples, coming in waves.

He stilled his hand and ordered me to push again. This time, he pulled all the way out. He admired my stretched hole, then he placed a soft kiss on my yawning opening.

“Do you still want your big hole fucked, or do you need a break?”

“Fuck me. Always.”

“Damn. I’m so lucky. You never say no to me. My omega always wants my dick.”

He flipped me easily, bending me over the edge of the mattress.

Then he sank fluidly into me, to the root on the first thrust.

“I love your dick,” I managed before he thrust hard, and I lost the capacity to speak.

Lifting my upper body, Barclay cupped my belly with one hand and put the other over my nipples.

“You’re gorgeous, Calvin. Your sweet tits, that belly, the way your ass has filled out. You take my breath away.”

He sped up his thrusts, and I grappled the covers to hold myself in place. His cock stroked my insides at the best possible angle, and I moaned louder and louder.

“So beautiful,” he rasped. “All knocked up.”

His hips stuttered, and he plunged into me, setting me off just as his cock jerked against the mouth to my womb.

I slumped over the bed, my nerve endings buzzing. Barclay pulled his cock out and sat on the floor next to me. Then he slowly but insistently pushed his entire hand back inside me. He stroked the stretched walls of my ass, pumping steadily.

My hole made the most filthy, slurping sounds in the quiet room.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” he whispered. He rained soft kisses on my hips and ass cheek. Such a contrast to the invasion in my hole.

“A little longer.”

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