Page 24 of Ready or Not
“Seriously, Holton. If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to have to…” Her forehead wrinkles like she’s thinking it through. “Tackle you to the mattress again.”
I chuckle, running my thumb over her clit. The fact that it’s sticky with my cum makes my cock throb as pure male satisfaction washes over me.
My tip notches back at her opening, and I thrust. My vision goes spotty as she ripples around the first few inches of my length.
Thoughts cross my mind on a loop, trying to convince me to rut her, breed her, and claim her.
Fucking impulses.
They don’t even make any sense, but my cock jolts, dribbling pre-cum inside her.
I still think I’ll try to give it my best shot.
She’s still holding her lower half up a little with her feet on the bed, but I stretch over her. I’m careful not to put any weight on the baby belly, but my palm hits the mattress next to her head, and it’s game over for logical thought. She’s too fucking beautiful, with her hooded eyes and rapidly rising and falling chest.
She’s sinfully gorgeous and too damn sweet for her own good, but that just means I get to be her monster.
I’m pretty well fucked, because I’d kill anyone who tried to take her from me.
“Holt, please… Do I need to beg?”
My head is too fucking foggy.
I try to shake the haze away, so I can get my shit together, but it doesn’t help.
I pull out and thrust back in. The drag of her inner walls working my cock isn’t helping my composure.
It feels a little like a game of Twister as I reposition myself so I can fuck her deep and dirty, despite the baby belly.
Who the fuck knows why it makes my cock rock hard, but I’m not questioning it too much.
It’s got to be the breeding impulse.
My system is convinced I’ve already been successful.
“Harder,” she begs as her eyes fall shut. Her hand brushes my pelvis as she teases her clit.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I assure her, lowering my chest to hers. I’ve got to keep my gut sucked in to make it work while keeping my weight off her stomach.
Every thrust makes a wet sound, and the sensation of her inner walls milking my cock has me harder than I’ve ever been.
The first few inches just inside her opening ripple like it’s searching for a knot. It’s not even a conscious thought as I slam it inside her on the next rabid thrust. The pressure takes my breath away, but I pause to determine if she’s okay.
The sobbing moans lead me to believe she really enjoyed that. “More!”
My knot swells, locking us together, and the tightening waves grow almost painful with how hot she is.
My open mouth falls against her cheek as I groan. Her skin is sweaty, and I have the random urge to lick it. Alpha and omega biology is fucking weird.
It takes a few seconds of her skin burning mine to realize I need to rut into her.
It must be biology or something, but my body seems to instantaneously know how to help settle hers.
The pressure gets even more intense as I fully lock into place, but it’s the weird euphoria filling my chest that does me in.
“I’m…” That’s all she gets out before her pussy clamps down like a vise around my cock. I’m basically useless—frozen in place in pure awe as she ripples. “I need you to move. Fuck me, alpha!”
I haven’t even had the chance to practice thrusting now that we’re locked together. Every sensation radiates with warmth through my entire body, and it’s majorly throwing me off my game. Her eyes pop open as I study her, and it seems like she’s pleading with me.