Page 76 of Mating Mia
It’s swollen, flushed, the lips shiny and red, the entrance quivering with each pulse of her frantic heartbeat. The slick isbubbling out of her; the heat is so intense that I can see steam rising in the air of the cave.
I salivate, unable to help it. My whole body vibrates with the need to shove myself inside Mia, to mate her until she screams and can’t remember her own name.
She tries to close her legs, a last, feeble attempt at control. I growl, low and warning, and force them open again, spreading her wide so I can see every inch of her.
“Keep them apart,” I order, my voice thick with lust. “Let me in.”
She obeys, panting, her eyes wide and glazed. I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her dripping entrance, and push in slowly, savoring the heat and the impossible tightness as she stretches around me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, arching her back, her breasts straining against the buttons of Kane’s flannel shirt. “It hurts—oh god, I need you?—“
“Yeah, kitten?” I croon, thrusting deeper, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip. “This what you wanted? You like being my needy little omega? Like being rutted right here on the floor?”
She gasps, a sound that’s all pleasure now, no fear. “Yes, yes, please, Finn, please?—“
“I love this pussy,” I growl, rocking into her, letting her get used to my size before I start to move. “I love how greedy it is. Always hungry, always dripping for me. You’re fucking perfect.”
She bucks beneath me, her body clutching my cock, milking it. I start to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, until the slap of our skin is louder than the waterfall outside. Every time I bottom out, her pussy clenches, a hot spasm that sends fire through my balls.
I watch her breasts bounce under the shirt, the fabric strained and damp with her sweat. The urge to see them, to tastethem, is overwhelming. I drop my mouth to the buttons, tear them open with my teeth, the tiny discs flying across the cave floor like shrapnel.
Her tits spill out, huge and flushed and leaking tiny beads of milk from the swollen nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, barely able to hold myself back. “So fucking beautiful.”
I keep pounding into her, the rhythm getting ragged, animal. Her pussy is hotter than anything, so wet I can feel it squelch around my cock, coating me, dripping down my balls. I lean in, suck one nipple into my mouth, and bite down gently.
She screams again as she widens her legs. I drink from her, the milk sweet and thick, addictive. I can’t get enough, switching from one tit to the other, tongue flicking across the tight tips as I fuck her harder, deeper.
She sobs, tears running down her face, but it’s not pain—it’s relief, pleasure, the high of finally being filled the way she needs.
“Knot me,” she begs, voice hoarse. “Please, Finn, I need it, I need your knot?—“
“I’ll give it to you, baby,” I promise, feeling the base of my cock already swelling, the pressure building in my balls. “Just for you. Take every inch, every drop.”
She spreads her legs wider, her heels digging into my ass, and I drive into her with everything I have. The knot pops past her entrance with a wet, obscene sound, locking me inside her. I roar, losing all control, and come so hard it feels like my soul is leaving my body.
The first spurt of cum is so intense I nearly blackout.
I keep thrusting, emptying myself into her, feeling her pussy clamp down in rhythmic waves, milking every drop. She howls, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, her whole body shaking as she squirts around my cock, splattering the cave floor with slick.
We collapse together, panting, bodies tangled, my knot still locked tight inside her. I hold her, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead as she comes down from the high.
“Good girl,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck. “So fucking good. You did so good.”
She shudders, then laughs, a breathy, exhausted sound. “You’re insane,” she whispers. “My family probably heard everything.”
I snort, licking her neck. “I don’t think so. I’ll fuck you right in front of them if that’s what you need.”
“I really hope you don’t do that,” she says, giggling and weak under me.
“What happened to that dead omega?” I ask, suddenly wondering if she had anything to do with it.
“She tried to take Ash,” says Mia breathlessly. “Then I threw a rock at her.”
I whistle in shock and pride at my beautiful omega. “Wow, baby, you can handle your own when we’re not around. Although I wish one of us were here to protect you. I never thought someone would have followed you.”
“Me either,” she sighs. “I might as well be an alpha now.”
