Page 27 of His Sassy Omega
I was still shaking, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My body was an inferno, my limbs boneless and useless. Lachlan’s hands soothed me, running up and down my spine.
I heard him murmuring to me, but the words made little sense.
Desire curled in my stomach again, flaring to life out of nowhere, my cock filling rapidly. I’d come faster and harder than I ever had, yet I was good to go again.
I wanted Lachlan in my ass now. Stretching me, pounding me, filling me with his scorching cum. Quenching the heat that was burning me from the inside out.
“Want you,” I mumbled against his neck. “Now. Need you. Now.”
His cock throbbed against my stomach, despite the wet mess of my cum almost sticking us together. He seemed to grow bigger, harder, hotter than before. He took a step forward and I jerked, clinging to him tighter.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he shushed me. “I know what you need.”
His arm reached out, and with a quick movement, I heard the trays that had held the samples I’d prepared for him hit the floor. Scones, cookies, and brownies scattered across the floor, and I didn’t give a fuck.
My legs untwined from his, and I slid them to the floor. Knees shaky, I clung to him.
“Quinn, I need you to tell me this is what you want. I need to hear your consent.”
“If you don’t get inside me right fucking now…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. Lachlan spun me around, one broad hand shoving me over the table, on my stomach.
The table that was in my kitchen.
Where I held tasting meetings, and I baked things.
It was sultry as fuck, and I didn’t care about any of that. My cheek pressed against the hard surface, my legs wide, ass thrust up at him. Waiting. Wanting.
I felt Lachlan’s blunt tip at my entrance, and I shoved back before he stopped me with a firm hand. I glanced over one shoulder, annoyed.
“Condom.” He was looking back at his pants, and his wallet, where they lay in a heap on the floor across the room.
Fuck, condom.
I hadn’t even thought of a condom. I never let anyone go bareback. This man made me forget everything except wanting him deep inside me.
Lachlan was gone and back before I could miss him, gloving up, and pushing his fat head past my first ring of muscles. I wailed as he stretched my hole. God, he was so big. He waited for me to adjust and get past the burn. Even as ready as I was, as much slick as I was producing, there was still a delicious burn. But it was the best burn of my life.
I pushed back against him, wanting more of him, wanting all of him. He slipped in another inch, my body stretching, and I felt so full. Fuller than I’d ever been. Inch after inch, and I wondered how much of him I could take. If I would even be able to take all of him. I wanted every inch of his fat cock.
There was intense stinging, but pleasure, so much pleasure. I felt myself drifting, doing nothing but feeling. I was thrusting back against him, my hands gripping the edges of the table in front of me hard, my knuckles white. I was rushing headlong intosomething…something only he could give me.
The table was moving forward with each forceful thrust of his hips, until I felt his balls slap against my ass. I had all of him inside me. He wasstretched over my back, covering me, surrounding me, pushing me roughly into the table. His heat, his musk, his smooth skin filled my senses. Eyes closed, I breathed him in and just felt. All of him surrounded me.
“Okay?” he whispered in my ear, sending electricity shooting down my spine.
Okay didn’t even begin to describe the myriad of sensations washing over me.
I wiggled my ass, pushing back against him.
“Move!” I demanded. “Fuck me! Hard!”
That was all the direction he needed. He pulled out and slammed into me. The table moved forward another inch, my pelvis banging against it. Pain from it didn’t register. Nothing registered but him. I was caught up in Lachlan.
He was just on this side of too rough, and I loved it. His wide cock slammed into me. His thick, hairy thighs rubbed against the backs of mine. The table moved and bounced against my jutting hip bones. I was a howling, moaning mess. Thrashing, and yelling words that made little sense.
Words like fuck and harder and Goddess, right there! Don’t you fucking stop, you asshole!
He seemed to become larger, stretching me to the point of pain, before he abruptly stopped.
