Page 19 of Buying the Omega
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Autumn
“It hurts,” I reply, taking his face in my hands. “I feel empty.”
His words and actions have flipped a switch deep within me. I was curious about sex, and I wanted to know if it would be like before. But this? This is so much more.
His touch and kisses, the way he devoured my pussy, have driven me to the brink of insanity. I want him to ram that thick cock so deep inside me that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
“Let me do this right,” he implores. “The way I should have done it.”
Slowly, torturously, he presses his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. My pussy flutters, trying to draw him deeper, a low growl falling from my husband’s lips. I tilt my hips up, trying to get him deeper. I can feel his emotions, joy and satisfaction at the forefront.
“Don’t move,” he grumbles, frowning in concentration.
“More,” I plead.
“I’m barely hanging onto my control, Autumn. Just give me a minute.”
A devilish smile graces my face before I push at his chest.I swear I don’t know how I do it, I’m so much smaller than him, but within the blink of an eye, I have him flat on his back, his erection fully sheathed inside me.
“Fuck!” he roars beneath me, his hips shooting up.
“God, yes!”
I slap my hands on his chest loudly, using him as leverage as my hips roll. I may be inexperienced, but my body knows what to do. His hands grip my hips, perfectly placed over the bruises he created earlier, not trying to stop me but holding on for the ride.
“Autumn,” he groans.
“Please.”
“What do you need, baby girl?” he asks with a frown.
“Show me what to do,” I plead, forgetting to chase my pleasure. “I want to make you feel good. Like I do.”
“Nothing could feel better than this,” he replies, but I shake my head.
“Tell me,” I demand, a surge of anger flowing through me.
He watches me, assessing me for something I can’t comprehend before speaking.
“Sit up straight,” he commands. “Let me see all of you.”
I don’t hesitate to comply, staring at him with devotion and trust.
“Now lift your hips and just before the tip can slip out, slam back down. Ride me. Just like you did last night.”
It takes me a few tries to get it right. Once I do, my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure. Having him below me, enjoying our coupling, brings me more joy than I ever thought possible.
“Harder,” he demands. “I want to watch those perky, almost-teenage tits bounce.”
I moan at his filthy words, more slick flowing from me to coat his cock. I force myself down on his length harder andharder. This is driving both of us insane and even though I know we are both loving every moment of it, I can feel his impatience. I know my time is running out before he takes over once more.
Rolling us over again, he pins me beneath him, thrusting harshly. A squeal falls from my lips at the intense shot of pleasure that flows through me.
“You can experiment any time you want, Little Omega,” he says with a wicked grin. “But right now I need to fuck you good and proper.”
I return his smile, delirious in his pleasure. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me.”