Page 19 of Knot your Good Girl

He groans, which makes me pump my fingers deeper.

“Fuck!” He hisses the ragged curse, his heavy breathing mixing with mine. “Keep going.”

I don’t know how long I’ll last as I squeeze my breast and I press the ball of my palm over my clit.

“I’ll tell you when you can come.”

I can’t speak as I glare at the camera, knowing I won’t last.

“That’s it. Look at your alpha. Soon baby, soon I’ll let you come.”

I nod frantically as I stare into the camera at him, hoping it’s soon.

I groan. I need to slow down, but I can’t. I arch against my hand, pumping my fingers harder as another gush of slick runs over my hand. I’ve never had so much before. The suppressants that I take normally help to eliminate most of that.

“It’s just you and me,” he says. “And I’m going to let you come very soon because you’ve been such a good girl.”

His words make me groan and another wave of desire fuels me inside as I lift my ass, trying to get my fingers deeper.

“Do you think the same? Like we’re the only two people in the world?” he asks.

I nod, wanting him to let me come so much.

“Look what I do to you.” His voice is lower than before, and I can hear his hand as it strokes his cock faster. “You’ve done the same to me.”

We haven’t laid one finger on the other’s body, yet he is affecting me like nobody ever has.

“Please,” I moan. “I need...”

“That’s it. I can’t believe I found you. You’re exquisite.” He clears his throat. “Now keep begging. Keep wanting me.”

I noticed a subtle change in his voice, but I’m so out of my mind that I’m not bothered. I’m so lost in my need to climax that nothing matters. Only the beautiful sound of his coaxing. The sound of his hand sliding over his cock, and the feeling of the tightening in my core as I circle my aching clit. I’m near to bursting.

Then I think of him.

The man in the elevator.

His scent is etched in my mind as I circle my clit harder. I’m inhaling and exhaling, trying to regain control.

But I can’t. He is all it seems to take.

“Please,” I beg again, sliding my fingers through my wetness, wanting to curl my fingers to the place I know will end this.

“Now!” he growls. My eyes flash to the camera, but I still don’t see him. He could switch on his camera and let me, but I’ve never once had a client do that.

I thrust harder. My pussy clenches around my fingers while I imaginehisknot inside me. But it’s only my fingers which I curl inside me and squeeze my clit as desire licks at my spine.

“Oh my God,” I whimper.

My inner muscles clutch my fingers as my fingertips bump against my soft spot. It’s enough for my body to shake, and I scream as I stare at the screen.

“That’s it. Come for me, GoodOmega.” He uses my username with such tenderness, I feel his voice reverberating inside me as my climax builds. “Let yourself gofor me. Let me see you fall apartfor me.”

“Alpha,” I cry out.

“That’s right, Omega. I’m your Alpha. Now come!”

I scream as pleasure slams through me. My back bows, making it feel like my spine is breaking.

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