Page 67 of Beta Lies and Cursed Lives
“Take out my cock, Omega.”
She blinks before her hands move to my fly and grasp it, pulling what I’d already undone down further, then gripping the elastic of my boxer-briefs. My dick twitches, my hips reflexively pump toward her and she slowly pulls them down, letting my cock spring free like a caged beast ready to pounce.
That awed look crosses her face again, even more prominent than when she’d stared at my chest a moment ago. Part of me wants to revel in her gaze, but the rest of me is far too impatient. Pinching her nipple again, I say, “Suck my cock, Omega.”
She lets out a small whine, and I know I’m getting close to what I want. What we both need.
Her scent grows stronger as she grasps my cock with one hand, her fingers unable to meet on the other side. As she leans down, her lips part, that pink tongue slips out, and she swirls the tip of it around the head of my dick, drawing a hiss from deep inside my chest.
She’s going to make me come with her tongue alone.
“I said suck, Omega,” I command through clenched teeth.
Those silvery eyes turn up at me, capturing my gaze as she opens her mouth wide with a little sassy smile, and takes me as far into her mouth as she can.
The warm, wet cavern is bliss, her back teeth scraping the sides of my cock making my body jerk. Then she does what I’d told her to, and sucks me. I try to hold back, but the guttural groan that escapes me fills the room, and at the sound, she sucks harder, taking even more of me into her mouth until the tip of my dick is squeezed in her throat.
No matter how much I want to keep feeling her mouth around me, I know it’s a losing battle. I won’t last, and that’s unacceptable.
“Stop,” I rasp.
She sucks even harder, swirling her tongue around my cock faster, her head bobbing up and down until my teeth clench before I bark, “Stop.”
She obeys, her puffy lips wet and pouting as she peers up at me.
I take a moment to catch my breath before standing and shucking off my shoes, pants, everything, until I’m completely naked before her. She bites her lip and reaches for me, but I swat her hand away and sit back on the bed, gripping my cock, watching her silver eyes sparkle as I give it a stroke, her saliva helping my hand glide effortlessly.
The whine she lets out is like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard, her scent ramping up even more, filling the room with that delicious smell. And then, I see it. Her slick glistens on the insides of her thighs, and I hiss, squeezing my dick at the sight.
With my free hand, I beckon her, then take her hands and place them on my shoulders, freeing me to give verbal commands to my Omega. “Straddle me.” My voice is still gruff, not matching that in my head.
With measured movements, Miranda slides one knee and then the other on either side of my thighs, her chest right in my face. I wrap my arm around her back and pull her to my mouth, taking one nipple between my teeth and biting, drawing a hiss from her, before swirling my tongue around the bruised flesh. I grab the globes of her ass with both hands and repeat my assault on her other breast, and this time, she tosses her head back with a mix of a groan and a whine that makes my cock jerk, tapping against her pussy lips as more slick splashes onto me.
She moves her hips to try and take me inside her tight body, but I hold her ass up, denying her, drawing a louder whine from my Omega.
I do this to her until my cock is about to explode without being inside her. I pull us both further up the bed and lie flat on my back, my hand splayed across her sternum, holding her upright. When I grip my dick again, aiming it at her center, I spread my thighs, taking hers with me, lowering her pussy to the head of my cock in a slow, torturous movement, until the head slips inside of her tight ring, making her gasp, her hips circle.
“Do. Not. Move.” My command isn’t a bark, but she turns her wide eyes on me, and I wonder for a moment if this is too much. I’ve denied us both our mutual comfort for months, and now, I am showing her my deepest and darkest desires.
But I can see that flicker of excitement in her gaze, of recognition. Of acceptance.
She wants me as I am. My solemn vow is to make sure she never regrets it.
“I’m going to give you so much pleasure,” I rasp. “You will never want to be without my cock inside you. Your pussy will weep when I’m not in it. Your body will yearn to feel my skin.”
She shudders above me, but dutifully remains still. Her slick now slides from her core down my cock and onto my hips, and the feel, the scent, is more than I ever wanted. More than I ever dreamed.
Without any more preamble, I bend my legs, place my feet on the mattress, and piston my hips upward, sending my cock deep inside her tight core with one, smooth motion.
Miranda cries out in surprise and pleasure, and I lower my hips before slamming into her again, forcing her body forward, her hands positioned on either side of my head to hold herself up. I grip her ass again, tight, pulling her open as I slide my length from her body and slam back in, over and over again. As my balls begin to tighten, so much unspent come inside them from years of celibacy, years of never knowing my fated mate, something moves inside my chest, and I emit a sound I’ve never made before.
My body vibrates with the loudest purr I’ve ever heard, low and deep in resonance. It fills the room along with our mingling scents, and Miranda’s body begins to quiver in a way that lets me know she is close.
My purring intensifies, and I sigh, sliding my length out just a bit, making her gasp and moan, writhing above me as I tease her. Out just a bit, back inside, out a bit more, again and again. Each move brings a moan or a whine from my Omega’s throat as I catch my rhythm and look up at her face.
“You like that, Omega?” I grunt, feeling even more possessive than before. “You like taking my cock?”
“Yes,” she sighs, her ass jumping as my hips meet it again.
