Page 27 of Knot That Difficult

His grip on my hair grows stronger, and he lifts his hips to fuck my face. I let him use me, pleased that he’s in such a good mood.

Wet sounds fill the room as he thrusts into my throat, his breathing growing rapid.

He’s in agreatmood. He’s already close, if the harsh way he’s pulling my hair is any indication.

My own cock strains against my workout shorts, but I don’t touch myself. I keep my hands planted firmly on his thighs, ignoring the ache in my balls.

Connor’s breath hitches, and now both hands are in my hair.

He’s going to suffocate me with his dick, and I’ll die happy.

But he stops his thrusting. “Get up,” he breathes, pulling my hair back. His cock slips free from my mouth with apop.“Bend over the desk. I want to be inside you.”

He rolls his chair back and stands while I come up from under the desk. I place my palms on the surface and lean forward, letting out a growl.

I know Connor’s close, but I’mmomentsaway from coming.

There’s the scrape of a drawer opening next to me, then my boyfriend is yanking my shorts down, exposing me.

“Don’t go slow,” I groan. “Just do it.”

His palm gropes my ass for a moment, and my cock threatens to burst.

Nope. There’s no way I’m going to last.

There’s a click of a cap opening, then a thick, slick finger slowly slides into me.

He always keeps lube in his desk, just for me.

But even when I beg, Connor takes his time, the frustrating fucker.

I hiss when he slides in another finger, stretching me for him.

“Just—fucking—do it,” I groan. “Fuck, baby, justfuckme.”

Heknowswhat I like, but he’s being his typical stubborn self.

“You have until I come to come,” he growls, and I let out a low chuckle.

That’ll be easy.

He removes his fingers, then lines up his cock at my hole and pushes.He doesn’t hold back, filling me all the way, and I lean over the desk and moan.

“Yes,” he hisses.

He fucks me hard, the desk rattling as he pounds into me. I lean my elbows on what I’m sure are important folders and just allow myself to be fucked.

Connor’s happy, and it makes me overjoyed.

We’re going to have an Omega soon.

We’re going to have everything we’ve ever wanted.

White-hot pleasure surges in me as I feel his cock thicken, and I can’t hold back anymore.

I tighten around him, my ass clenching as cum spurts out of me without Connor even touching my cock.

“Good boy,” he groans, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He pounds me harder, until it starts to burn, and my legs grow weak. I groan into the mahogany of the expensive desk, loving that we’re desecrating Connor’s precious office.

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