Page 82 of Pack of Crooks
He releases a low hiss when my pussy clamps around him in response to the movements.
I savor every thick inch of him. Does he have any idea how amazing his cock feels? “God you feel so—” His hand clamps around my mouth, effectively ending my sentence.
“What did I say, sunshine?” His muscles vibrate with restraint, but he’s close to losing it. With one hand on my hip and the other tightening on my mouth, he draws me up until my boobs barely touch the desk. He pulls almost all the way out before pushing in deep and hard. My tits sway with the force, nipples scraping over the desk, and I release a tiny gasp against his palm, which stays firmly in place, muffling my sounds.
A gruntedfuckis all I hear before he rears back and pounds in to me at a relentless pace. My boobs jiggle with every roughthrust. I can’t do anything but hang on, moaning into his hand as he fucks me so hard I fear I might break, but the coiling tension in my center, the rush of pleasure shooting through me erases any tension.
He slips his hand under my hips and caresses my clit, and I lose the ability to hold myself up. I collapse onto the surface, and he follows me down, adjusting his position and slamming into me even harder, like this simple submission isn’t enough. His hand releases my mouth and dives into my hair, grabbing a handful at the base of my skull and pulling my head back until I’m exactly where he wants me.
Hard pants fill the room, our breaths in sync as he takes full control, hammering into me with so much force the table beneath me shakes. The tip of his cock batters against my g-spot as he presses on my clit, and an orgasm tears through me in a rush of stars and warmth, a strangled cry spilling from my lips as my cum coats his cock.
He growls in approval, going deep.
“Harder,” I demand. “Give me that fat knot.”
“Sunshine,” he says, but there’s an edge of something wild chasing his tone.
I shouldn’t push him. But I’ve never been good at doing what’s right. “Let me turn around.” I straighten, and to my surprise, he listens, pulling out and spinning me around before slamming inside of me once more. I rip the blindfold off.
He growls at me but doesn’t make me put it back on. My eyes stay on his face—those blown pupils—as I grasp his neck, dig my nails in, and smile wide when he purrs. “Come on, kitty, is that all you’ve got?”
My tits bounce as he drives in harder, but it’s not even close to being enough. “Please,” I beg, arching my back. “Please knot me.”
“You think you’re ready for it, sunshine?”
I nod. “Yes.” Another forceful thrust drives the breath out of my lungs. “Please, please, please.”
Sliding his arms underneath me, he picks me up, walking while I move up and down his length, clamping my walls around his girth. When we reach the couch, he falls back, and my knees slam into the cushions on either side of his body. Our eyes meet and he grabs my ass, forcing me down his cock and the beginnings of a knot at the base of his shaft.
“Alpha,” I whine, trying to take him deeper as the knot grows, stretching me so tight I think I might break. Slick coats his dick, loosening my muscles and allowing him to slide even deeper, to stretch my opening wider until he’s locked deep inside of me.
Mad’s fingers dive into my hair and wrench my head back, making my spine arch until my tits meet his lips. He bites my nipple, sucks on it, and growls as I grind with his knot inside of me. The tip of his cock caresses my g-spot, warm and leaking, but I want his cum. I want everything that knot is promising.
His lips move up my chest, settling on the column of my throat as his teeth find my pulse point. I wrap my arms around his head, holding him there.Mark meis on the tip of my tongue, but even I know that’s too much for the moment, so I bite my cheek, moaning as I swirl my hips. Trembling as that knot I desperately wanted begins to pulse.
A ghost of a bite presses against my skin.
“More,” I rasp, moving my body faster, in desperate little thrusts.
He swipes his thumb over my clit and bites me harder, causing embarrassing sounds to tumble out of me. Electricity ricochets between us. I pulse my walls as I rock over his knot, delighting in the rumbled moan against my neck.
“That’s right, alpha.” I whisper. “You’re going to come inside of your omega.”
Groaning, he releases my hair, hands landing on my ass, tugging me down, forcing me to take everything he has to give. Like nails tracing circles over my skin, gooseflesh chases the sensations, and I kiss him, whining as his entire body begins to tighten.
His purr is so loud it vibrates over my skin. I bite his lip, tease his tongue with mine, clamp my walls as darkness trembles across my vision. Maddox slams his hips up, forcing his knot deeper right as his thumb begins to work tight circles around my clit. I break the kiss and drop my mouth to his shoulder, biting him as another cry threatens to rip from my throat. Tingles shoot down my spine. His length jerks. Stars burst around us as his hot cum sprays against my g-spot.
He growls and thrusts again, filling me with more of his cum as I writhe in his lap, gasping and moaning and trembling. Each time I think he’s going to relent, he quickens his pace, thumb moving in controlled rotations until I moan his name, pussy clamping around his knot and coaxing more cum from his body.
“Such a good omega,” he murmurs after the third orgasm, but his teasing continues.
Every inch of my skin is hypersensitive. “It’s too much,” I tell him.
“One more, sunshine, give me one more.”
That’ll make four. Nodding, I relent, softening against him and panting through the sweet torture, biting my lip to try and stifle another scream, to save some of my dignity, but that only makes Mad work harder to make me scream. Thumb pressing down hard, hips slamming against mine, length plunging deeper than I ever thought possible as my body stretches around his knot.
“I can’t,” I whine.
