Page 13 of Buying the Omega
Why does it have to feel so damn good?
“Please, Jonah.” I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or to do something more.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs like he didn’t hear me. “Your slick is dripping to the fucking ground, you’re so wet.”
Yesterday that would have embarrassed me, but I know the Alpha behind me is relishing it. I feel pride at being able to make my husband—my Alpha—happy, but these conflicting feelings flooding me are so foreign and I don’t have the first idea how to deal with any of this.
“Yes!” he hisses. “Ride my fingers.”
Am I? My mind catalogs everything. Yes, my hips are moving. I want to stop but it feels too good. Is this what sex is really like? Dirty and scary but more pleasure than any words can ever explain. Last night was different but that’s because he was being held back by the rules set by The Sanctuary. This is the real Jonah. Perhaps it’s the real me too?
“Jonah!” I cry out, my voice hoarse. I don’t know what to do.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he demands, adding a third finger and thrusting harshly. “I want you drenched before I stuff you full of my thick, Alpha cock.”
The moment his words hit my ears, my back bows, stars exploding before my eyes as my breath hitches in my lungs. My legs quiver but he holds me up when they want to give out. I swear for a moment I black out and lose track of time.
“I’m sorry, love,” he rasps in my ear before a blinding pain shoots through me.
I’m being torn apart from the inside. Intense pressure fills my sex as he fills me in one smooth stroke. I didn’t think it would hurt again, not after how many times he fucked me last night. But it does.
“Stop!” I yell, clawing at the dirt beneath my hands. For a moment I feel a reprieve as he starts to withdraw but he only spears me again.
My pussy burns from the stretch, my knees opposing theconstant movement forcing sticks and small stones deeper into my flesh. My entire body shakes with each of his violent thrusts. The pain fades and all I am left with is an intense need to be filled by him.
“Please…” The word falls from my lips like a curse. “Daddy, I need…”
Funny how quickly I went from wanting him to stop, to begging him to fuck me harder.
“Yes,” he hums behind me. “Beg for my knot, baby girl.”
“More,” I plead. I’m not even sure what I want more of, but I do know I don’t want him to stop. “Knot me, please.”
“This pussy is perfect,” he says loudly as he thrusts into me over and over, his hands holding my hips tightly. I will be wearing new bruises over the ones from last night, I am sure of it. “I have dreamed of this moment for the last year and it’s even better than I imagined.”
I’m not sure if he is talking to me or himself but his words calm something inside me, a soothing balm to my battered soul. Has he really been craving me all that time? He told me but I have chosen not to believe him. The level of his obsession should scare me but it only spurs me on. The thought of him doing whatever he had to have me, has a warmth flowing through me.
I push back into his punishing thrusts, fucking him just as hard as he is fucking me.
“Autumn!” he moans, his rigid penis swelling even more inside me, the thickness filling me. “I’ll never get enough of this.”
I really hope he doesn’t ever tire of filling me with his hard length. The pain has fully morphed into pleasure, and I push back into his next stroke. I freeze when he growls above me.
“No, baby girl, don’t stop. Take your pleasure. Fuck Daddy with your juicy little cunt. Force me to knot you.”
How can his dirty words be the thing that has mecomplying? I shouldn’t want this, want him to fuck me out here on the ground. But I do and I let my instincts take over. Rolling my hips, I listen to his breathing, waiting for him to tell me I am doing something wrong. But he doesn’t. His thrusts become more erratic with every movement I make and soon we are a writhing mess on the forest floor.
“I am going to flood your womb with my seed and lock my knot inside your pussy before putting my mark on your skin. Are you ready, Little Omega?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy,” I moan loudly, throwing my head back as a wave of pleasure crests and crashes over me.
“Fuck!” he roars, his harsh grip on my hips becoming even tighter as he buries himself deep inside me.
His knot swells, stretching me to the limit as he leans over and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. The pleasure and pain meld together as my scream rips through the forest, another, more intense orgasm taking me under.
This time, I really do black out.
Chapter Nine