Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Nooo!” I can almost taste her shame, but her arousal is obvious. “Please, just—”
“You do not give commands. I give commands. You obey. But I will bargain with you, little one. You climax good and hard for me with your tight cunt stretched wide and dripping, and when I decide you’ve had enough—when I’ve milked you to an entire puddle on the floor—I’ll reward you with my cock. I’ll rut you until you see stars, until your every hole is overflowing with my cum.”
Rose started contracting against my hand halfway through my whispered promise, her entire body vibrating with a tremendous orgasm. I keep her little hole spread wide open through every last spasm, my thumb never leaving her pulsating clit.
“That’s it, little one, that’s my good girl. Don’t stop now, I want more. Your slick is splashing all over the floor as you come, it’s so fucking hot…”
Her guttural groan turns into a cry of pain as my thumb keeps moving over her now too-sensitive little pearl and she twists, trying to get away.
I can’t stop myself from grinning. My cock is so hard, it aches, but the way she responds when I tease her is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. I’m so attuned to her that her pleasure is like my pleasure.
And I fucking love pleasure.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere,” I say, lightly slapping her sopping sex. “I’m not done yet. An entire puddle, I said. And don’t bother pretending you’re not enjoying this. Your cunt doesn’t lie.” I readjust my grip, spreading her labia again before resuming my stimulation of her clit with my thumb. My free hand is gripping the back of her neck, pinning her in place. “I love how your tight hole tries to contract but it can’t, not when I’m holding it open nice and wide. Just like how you try to get away but you can’t, little one. All you can do is hang here with your dress rucked up, your gorgeous bare ass on full display, and drip onto the floor as I pleasure you.”
Her face is still buried against my shoulder, and even through my robe, I can feel how hot her skin burns.
“Poor little Omega,” I repeat, and this time she doesn’t argue. She’s too far gone.
I increase the pressure on her clit slowly, slowly… until she gives a garbled cry and shudders, her pussy snatching rhythmically at my fingers.
“Good girl, let it all out,” I coax her, “Ulf, that’s so hot. You’re so wet, making such a mess. But it’s good. You know you need to be nice and slick so I can fit my big cock all the way up inside you…”
She’s chanting now, her words muffled but still distinct: “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
My cock is about to burst. My canines ache, and I’m blasted by an overwhelming desire to claim her fully, to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. It would be so easy. I would just need to turn my head, and—
No. Gripping the hair at the back of her neck, I tug her head back so she’s forced to look at me. At the same time, I slide three fingers up inside her wet heat, finding that rough spot that drives her crazy. Sure enough, her eyes glaze over instantly.
“Look at me,” I command, still growling, “I want to see your face as you come all over my fingers. And then, when you’re done, I’ll replace them with my cock. But first, I need to wring every last drop of slick out of you—force you to ride out every last spasm—to make room for all the cum I’m gonna shoot up inside you—”
I’m interrupted by Rose’s scream of ecstasy as she flies over the edge yet again, her violent orgasm so strong, she almost takes my fingers off.
When at last she slumps, sated, against me, I bring my slick-soaked hand to my mouth and lick it, lapping up her musky, sweet juice. It’s intoxicating.
If I don’t get inside her right now, I will die, I’m sure of it.
“Now I think you’re ready for me,” I croon, freeing my throbbing cock and shifting her until the tip is lined up with her slick hole. “Still want more?”
“Yes,” she whispers, hoarsely. “Please.”
I lower her slowly, impaling her inch by inch, my heart hammering at the intense, delicious sensation. My knot forms almost instantly.
I want to come but I want to savor this some more, first. “Ride me, little one,” I coax but she’s struggling, limp from too much pleasure. So instead I pump my hips, holding her in place like a puppet, driving in and out of her harder and harder until my knot expands all the way and I come with a roar.
Only when the flashes of white light stop dancing behind my eyelids do I realize what I roared when I climaxed.