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I spread my legs wider and reached for the dildo again. I started the cycle again, weak this time, and slowly pushed it in. Carefully. Inch by inch.
Oh yeah. That’s better.
Deeper. A little deeper.
“Fuuuck!”
The vibrating head nudged something deep inside me, and I arched on the bed. Ecstasy swallowed me whole. On instinct, I pushed against the base of the toy, feeding my pleasure. My nipples burst with an orgasm of their own on every suck.
“I know what you need, Jamie. I’ll fuck you deep. So deep, you’ll feel me in your womb. I’ll breed you good. You need that, little slut. I’ll knock you up, milk you hard, and fuck your mouth. You’ll be full of my cum.”
The fantasy became so real I could almost feel it. I could taste the salt of alpha cum on my tongue.
It was the vibrating head of the dildo against the mouth to my womb. In combination with the suction on my nipples, it caused a climax so intense it all but fried my nerve endings.
I must have been coming for ages before a cramp in my arm made me let go of the toy. It slid out of me on a river of slick. The milking machine turned itself off. The bottle was full. The suction cups fell off my chest, leaving my wet, swollen nipples exposed to cool air. Shit, they looked huge!
My rapid pulse thundered in my ears as I slumped on the bed.
I’d been loud, hadn’t I?
The train made a series of clickety sounds as it must have passed over a railway crossing, then returned to the steady whooshing.
My chest heaved with ragged breaths, and I listened to the faint creaks and squeaks of the train hurtling through the night. Everything else seemed quiet. Hopefully, Mr. Hartley was asleep.
Then a loud thump made me stiffen. A click. Another. Steps sounded from behind the thin wall.
He was awake.
Fuck.
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MORTON
At first, I thought it was my imagination. One could hear all kinds of noises woven into the racket the train was making. But when I sat up and listened, I heard it clearly.
A cry came from behind the wall. I shot up on the bed, putting my laptop aside. What was happening? Did Jamie hurt himself?
I was ready to bolt to his bedroom when another cry made me pause.
That didn’t sound like pain. It was… rhythmical.
“Ah. Ah. Aah!”
Just like that, my dick was throbbing in my pajama pants.
“Aaah. Augh. Aaah. Aaaah!”
Without thinking, I jammed my hand into my pants, fisted my cock, and gave it a few rough strokes.
The moaning continued, sometimes muffled but rising in intensity.
What was he doing?
My brain went to a porn scene I’d seen recently. An omega stood in a shower stall, a dildo stuck to the tiles. He pushed his ass out and fucked himself on the toy, his hands sliding down the walls as he moaned and writhed. Except now the porn star hadJamie’s face and his dainty hands. He thrust harder, taking the humongous flesh-colored toy so deep it distorted his belly from the inside.
He yelled with pleasure while his cute little cock released an arch of cum. It splattered on the tiles.
