Page 21 of Buying the Omega
“It’s not punishment if you enjoy it, Autumn.”
“I hate it!” she howls as I land three blows in quick succession. “I promise.”
Shoving three fingers into her cunt, I chuckle. “Your pussy says you’re a liar. You’re soaking, little brat.”
Her hips sway from side to side, trying to get my fingers deeper.
“Please.” Her voice is hoarse and almost sounds pained.
“You beg so prettily, love. Let’s make a deal.”
“A deal?”
“Yes,” I mumble, staring at her puckered little asshole. “If you can take ten smacks without coming, I’ll fuck you right here on the table.”
“Okay,” she says excitedly.
“But if you lose,” I add. “Then I’ll still fuck you. But tonight, I want your ass again.”
Her entire body goes rigid, and I rub my hand up and down her spine, my fingers playing with her wetness.
“My ass?” she asks in shock.
“Yes, love,” I reply, my thumb moving from her cunt to rub at the forbidden rosette. “I remember how you moaned with my fat cock buried inside you. I want to hear it again. We both know you loved it.”
An unbidden moan falls from her as my thumb pushes into the knuckle.
“Deal,” she whispers.
Removing my thumb, I stare at her beautiful body, spread out like a meal for me. I know I’ll win but I am going to have some fun first. Not that our deal has a loser if you think about it, only pleasure and more pleasure.
“Count for me, Autumn,” I say as I land the first slap on her ass.
“One.”
The second slap lands on the other side.
“Two.”
The third and fourth land quickly on her inner thighs.
“Three. Four.” She is breathless, the words barely above a whisper.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I pull her upright, her back plastered against my front. Her eyes are glazed with lust, and I know she won’t last long.
I smack her left breast, and her knees go weak. “Count, Autumn.”
“F… five.”
And then the other breast.
“Six,” Autumn whimpers. I give her a moment to find her composure before landing a blow to her cunt.
“No!’ she howls as her orgasm rips through her.
I don’t allow her to come down. I have my cock free in no time, my wife once more bent over the kitchen table. I lift her left leg, placing it on the table, spreading her open for my intrusion and ram all eight inches of my perpetually hard cock inside her. She screams out her pleasure while I growl at the tightness that never fails to surprise me.
I fuck her hard and fast. Her first orgasm has barely faded before the next one hits. It’s dirty and loud, the table scraping across the kitchen tile, but it is also perfect. This is who we are.My knot swells in anticipation of my own orgasm.