Page 106 of Pack of Crooks
“Fuuuuuck, omega. So wet for me?”
“Yesss,” she hisses as I tease in and out of her.
Her walls are rippled and soft. Warm and welcoming. My dick twitches, threatening to blow my load, but I grit my teeth and fight the urge. She sets her nails into my shoulders, glaring at me.
“More,” she demands.
“So bossy,” I tease, smirking and pushing myself even deeper. The scowl turns to wide eyes and trepidation as I stretch her walls.
“You can take it,” I murmur, holding myself half inside her and rocking, soaking my length with her essence and letting her adjust to my girth. I can’t wait until this gorgeous body stretches around my knot.
With her blue eyes glued to mine, I drive into her. Sheathing my length in her cunt as it pulses around me like a tight fist. She sucks in a sharp breath and drops her forehead to my shoulder, burying her face in my neck as she moans. Her breath teases over my skin.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I rasp, grinding into her. “Knew you were going to feel this fucking good,” I growl, gently rocking and letting her adjust to my size. She’s soaking my dick, and after a few moments of my movements, she starts to move against me.
“That’s my pretty thief,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Clinging to me, she lifts her head and grabs the back of my neck, bringing my lips to hers. My smile is lost against the brush of her lips and with a hungry growl, I kiss her back, loving that she’s finding ways to take what she wants from me.
A purr, deep and pleased, rumbles in my chest.
She breaks away and lets her head fall back as I thrust into her, chest heaving as I drive deep. Threading my fingers into her hair, I expose the left side of her throat and claim it, licking, kissing, nipping as she shudders with me inside of her.
“Harder.”
Chuckling at her demand, I lean back and catch her gaze. “Are you adjusted?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, rolling her hips, forcing herself down my length. “Knot me, Kill, please fucking knot me.”
My balls tighten. “Goddammit you’re perfect,” I growl, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back inside of her. The crescent of her nails dig into my shoulders, hard enough to draw blood, but these are scars I’ll cherish.
With rapid succession, I drive into her, thrusting deep and hard. She watches me with rapt attention, and I keep my eyes on her. Fuck, I want her in the nest. Walking her to the bed, I lift her body. My cock slides out of her, and she groans in protest. I chuckle and drop her onto the bed. She lands with a soft bounce.
“Show me that pretty cunt,” I demand.
Hazel smirks and lets her legs fall open, exposing every inch of her glistening slit.
I hold her gaze and climb over her body again, sliding into her with ease. “You,” I tell her, threading my fingers into her hair and pulling, “are going to ruin me,” I confess, tugging on her hair and exposing her throat.
Fuck, I want to mark her.
Claim her for real.
I fight the urge. We can’t while she’s working for Tristan, no matter how much I want that pretty skin to bare my mark.
Her legs wrap around my waist and she tilts her hips, adjusting the angle so my tip brushes over her soft g-spot. I kiss and suck at her pulse point, finding the perfect rhythm that makes her heart race.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries.
My cock twitches inside of her, knot threatening to come too soon, but I grind my jaw, hold myself back. Waiting. She pants, her walls fluttering.
“Please don’t stop, please, please.”
“I’ve got you, omega,” I tell her, keeping the same pace and depth, knowing if there’s even a slight change I’ll rob her of the very thing I’m driving her toward. Her pussy clamps around me, but she’s holding herself back.
Sometimes an omega needs to be told what to do.
Wrenching her head back until she’s forced to submit, to soften and relax into my hold, I bring my lips to her ear. “Don’t fucking fight me on this,” I growl, letting the deep sound coast down her spine. “This pussy is mine, Hazel, and you’re going to come with me inside of you and then I’m going to knot you and fill you up. Do you understand me?”
