Page 43 of Filthy Beginnings

In the next heartbeat, the bristles of the brush skimmed over her back and the rise of her bottom. It was the faintest of touches, like claws dragging gently down her back.

Goosebumps erupted, pleasure rippling through her.

Then, the head of the brush prodded between her thighs. The feel of the soft plastic handle—coated in the same oil he’d used on her back—foreign, taboo, and unbelievably erotic.

She spread her legs wider.

“Good girl.” His voice was a dark rasp as he rewarded her, the round handle gliding between the cheeks of her bottom to roll over her puckered rosebud. “Can’t neglect this sweet, soft part of you. Just like that pretty pussy, I’ve got to get you ready for me here.”

“Yes.” Her hips lifted upwards, the sensation decadent and delicious.

“That’s my girl. My wild thing. Ready to let me take care of you, just like we both need.”

The mattress shifted as he settled between her spread legs, using his knees to spread her wider, the tip of the handle probing.

“Relax.” The gruff command thrummed through her. “Push down.”

He’d prepared her well. Her body limp. Open to whatever he wanted.

She did as she was told, groaning as the small, round tip slid less than an inch into her ass, awakening new nerve ending, bringing pleasure and the sweetest bite of pain.

All she could do was moan.

Especially as his other hand slid beneath her hips to cup her sex, the pad of his thumb working her clit. Sensation bombarded her. Her bottom rising in time with the shallow thrusts of the handle into her bottom and the strong fingers toying with her slick, swollen pussy. Stretching her. Pleasuring her. Training her so she would be ready for him.

It was sinful. It was filthy. It was perfect.

“More, Please.” Her legs spread wider, chasing the pleasure only he could give her.

“That’s right, omega. This is what you need. And soon it’s going to be my cock here. Claiming every inch of you.”

She came apart screaming his name. Her climax more intense than any she’d had before.

Colors burst behind her eyes, bright and beautiful, power surging through her.

She came back to herself in stages, her breath coming in pants, her body pliant and flushed.

“Stay just like that.” He rolled her easily onto her back. “’Cause I am not finished with you yet. Not by a longshot.”

His mouth claimed her sex, his tongue working the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hands gripped her thighs and spread her wide.

“Damien!” Again, she soared. Her body so relaxed she rolled instantly into the next climax, its dark energy cresting over her and pulling her under with every exquisite flick of his tongue.

Then, he was rising over her, his expression fierce, the veins at his neck and forearms bulging as he jerked the laces of his leathers apart and grabbed his cock, his fist moving faster and faster over the ridges of his shaft as he grunted her name.

Unwilling to miss out, she shifted to her knees, her hand covering his, sliding her palm in tandem with his, as she fit her mouth around as much of the fat head of his cock as she could, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

“Fuck, yes. Take what you can, baby.” He rocked his hips, shallow thrusts that spilled pre-cum into her mouth. “Because soon, I’m going to be coming inside you. My cock filling you as my knot swells so big and thick it locks me to you and not a single drop spills as I feed that pussy what it needs. Breed you, like I need.”

She moaned low, her head bobbing eagerly.

That was all it took.

He came down her throat, whispering her name, his muscles rigid, his veins corded, his body so beautiful he stole her breath.

He was so raw and masculine and filthy—and all hers.

She’d never been so happy.

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