Page 65 of Pack of Crooks
“Do you like the pain, pretty thief?”
“Yesss,” she moans.
I nip her neck, pulling my fingers out of her and grabbing my dick, slotting it right at her center, but I don’t slide in yet. Drawing the moment out. Torturing her. She shifts her legs back and forth, that slick hole sliding over my tip, making my balls ache with need, but I’m not ready to cum yet so I grind my jaw, clutch her throat, and slowly slide into her.
Her throat works around my palm, breath panting out of her as I take my time moving in and out. Never giving either of us quite what we want, only amplifying the need until she begins to whisperplease, please, please, and her muscles tremble and she rocks back, forcing me deeper, those tight walls rippling over my length.
“Ez,” she whispers my name and it sounds like a prayer.
“I’ve got you, Hazel, I’m right here.” I thrust in and grind, pulsing my fingers around her throat. “Has anyone ever told you what you feel like?”
She shakes her head.
“Warm,” I begin, wrapping my other arm around her body and pinching her nipple as I rock back on my heels and bring her with me. She sighs as she sits in my lap, back pressed into my front as she slides down my length. “Your walls are rippled like a soft wave, a gentle rush of slick goodness that glides over my dick and makes me want to fill you with my cum.”
She drops her head back on my shoulder, arms hooking around my neck. “Come inside me,” she begs as she starts to move up and down my length.
Every time she comes down, I use my hold on her to tug her farther as I slam my hips up. Each time it startles little sounds of pleasure out of her. Her juicy ass smashes into my body, cushioning the impact.
My gaze moves to her throat. “Look at my omega,” I murmur, ghosting my lips over her neck. “Such a beautiful mess.”
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and I’m practically forced to oblige her, setting my teeth on that delicate skin and biting down. Not hard enough to permanently mark her, but enough that her body tightens on top of me and she stops moving. I ram into her, biting her again as I palm her tit.
“Please.”
That one word might be my favorite thing I’ve ever heard her say. I release her skin, nudge her neck with my nose, and whisper, “no,” against her skin.
She groans in protest, drawing herself down my length, probably deciding she’ll just do it herself.
What a delightful delusion. I hold her body prone—much to her annoyance, and kiss my way up the column of her throat, fingers pressing tighter around her neck. “You don’t get to decide when you come,” I remind her. “Right now, this body is mine to control.”
I drive up slowly.
She whines.
An evil grin stretches my lips. That’s what I wanted to hear. The desperation. I continue at an agonizing pace. If she thinks she’s the only one who’s tortured right now, she’s wrong, because I’m dying to come, but I know the rewards of delaying pleasure.
Even if Hazel doesn’t.
She’ll learn though.
I slide out of her, trying not to laugh at the vicious omega growl of protest as I stand. She turns to face me, kneeling on the couch, glaring up at me.
With a knowing smile, I open my arms and she blinks in understanding, climbing off the couch and up my body all in one breath. She digs her nails into my shoulders, drawing blood, and I hiss, delight tracing down my spine. “Such a good omega, marking your beta.” I drive inside of her right as I knock her back into the wall, both movements forcing the air out of her lungs. Her cunt clamps around me.
“Hold on,” I tell her, pumping into her fast and hard, in such rapid succession that those pretty tits bounce each time our bodies slap together. Right as she starts to writhe, walls rippling, I slow, drawing her body down the crest, not ready to give her release yet.
“Ezra,” she growls, threading her fingers in my hair and yanking my head back. Her lips find my ear. “You will make me cum.”
“I will,” I assure her. “When you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she snaps, biting my neck.
I moan, step back, and sink to my knees, bringing her with me. She releases my neck, shoves me onto my back, and hooks her hand around my throat, grip tight. Her gaze sears into mine, and she takes my dick deep, grinding.
“This is my cock,” she snarls.
“Nowyou’re ready,” I tell her, brushing some hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Use me, Hazel. Show me how you like to come.”
