Page 73 of Tempting Frey
“Oh my God!” Oliver cried out. His eyes were open wide and his pupils blown.
“My sweet little virgin,” I growled. “So tiny and tight.”
As I pushed deeper, only an inch, Oliver groaned.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he said. “Dreamed about you.”
With short, shallow thrusts, I worked him open until he began writhing under me, trying to lift his ass to take me deeper.
“More. Please, Teddy. I want all of you!”
“No, baby. We have to be careful.”
I slid out almost all the way and circled my hips with only the tip inside.
Oliver made a frustrated sound.
“Deeper!” he ordered. The fragile virgin had disappeared, and my demanding, horny omega was back.
I pressed him into the mattress, folded in half with his thighs spread into aV, and gave him several shallow thrusts.
“Teddy, I need more,” he whined, white-knuckling the covers under us.
His slick bubbled out around my girth, his upper chest was flushed, and his cock was so hard it looked to be throbbing. He’d loosened, his hole open, waiting, aching for me to fill it properly. My baby begged for it.
“Please! Please, Teddy!”
Some switch in my brain clicked, and I thrust hard. I shoved my cock into him to the hilt in one stroke, and Oliver threw his head back.
“Yesss!”
So I did it again. The mouth to his womb felt swollen, creating the softest cushion for my cockhead. When I pressed against it, Oliver sounded ecstatic.
Through the bond, I could feel his need, and the pull was too strong for me to resist.
The other fantasy he’d told me about was at the forefront of my mind. I would fulfill his every dream, anything he’d ever wanted.
My balls smacked into his crease with the next harsh fuck.
“Need to break you in, little virgin. Can’t help myself. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You’ll do it for me. I need to fuck you hard. To claim you.” I punctuated my words with firm fucks, and Oliver melted under me, his cries like a symphony of joy.
“Hurts… so good,” he managed, before I plunged into him again.
Five more thrusts, and he came.
His hole squeezed me in a staccato rhythm, the mouth to his womb pulsated against my cockhead, and he screamed.
My darling, horny mate.
“Don’t stop!” he yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuck!”
We were lucky I didn’t have any close neighbors and that the bedroom window was closed.
I lifted his hips higher, pulling him onto my cock as I pounded into him, and Oliver sobbed through another orgasm.
Seeing him come, drops of white cream adorning his belly, I got too close to hold back.
When Oliver cried, “Breed me!” I lost it.
