Page 86 of Knot Their Omega
“N-No! Don’t laugh!” she whines, and her wiggling makes me hold down the side of her hips, or else I’ll cum. “Oh no. You look worse than Icarus!”
“Good,” I praise her and let go with one hand so I can slide my fingers through her hair, grip the back of her head, and push her forward so our lips slam into each other. “Now, lift your hips so I can fuck you right.”
She doesn’t fight me one bit. My Sweet Omega obeys like a flick of a switch, feeding the primitive need to take control as my rut nags at my senses.
The moment she’s lifting enough, I lean us further back so I can begin to lift my hips and slam into her. The way she moans and grips my shoulders has me ready to take her entire weight if it means chasing this climax that’s rushing to destroy me.
I’ve never been so close to an orgasm in such a short time. It takes a lot of build-up, yet I’ve been hard from the moment I sat next to her on the couch.
Heck, that’s a lie. I’ve been horny since she put Nate in his fucking place.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, watching how she moans and her expression of withering beauty. I know she’s inching to her climax, her movements meeting mine, even as I let go of her hips so I can balance myself on the bed while she ends up riding me perfectly. Each drive meets her riding thrust, the two of us relying on the other to get closer to our climaxes.
“Keep that up, Astraea,” I encourage. I love this sight, seeing her breasts bounce with her movement. Her moans and pants are so fucking loud. Just the idea of everyone hearing us as we cum only drives me closer and closer, leaving me grunting as I feel my nerves tingling at my approaching orgasm. “You’re going to cum with me, Omega?”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers in approval, upping her speed. I do the same, watching her body grow tense, fighting to resist the urge to climax until we’re doing it together.
It’s painful and yet even more pleasurable—the combined mix ready to explode into a beautiful euphoria that leaves us in a blissful haven.
“Ah…” She bites her bottom lip, fighting not to come undone, but I watch the mesmerizing sight as she cries out my name. “Kai!”
She sinks to the base of my cock, taking every inch while her pulsating hot pussy squeezes me so tightly, I lose that last strand of restraint to hold back.
“Astraea!” I scream her name with a sense of ownership, the mangled growl following with a slurred groan of relief. “God, you’re amazing.”
I can’t stop praising her.
Feeling the urge to let my knot settle in her pussy forces me to remember this is temporary.At least for now.I’m lifting her up enough to slide my cock out before my knot is fully hard and a bother for both of us, settling her back on my lap.
She’s still coming down from her high, but as if grasping my dilemma at hand, she grips my cock and strokes down to the base, grabbing my knot and massaging it like she’d a pro at this.
I’m thankful for the generosity because it would take eons to tame this knot without stimulation. I’ve gotten so used to Kenji’s assistance that doing it myself doesn’t have the same easing effect.
Keeping eye contact with her as she continues the massage has my mind swirling with all the possibilities of us being together—dates between us, being together as a pack in public places, even the idea of going to events.
And no more fucking meet-and-greets.
It takes ten more minutes before I feel calm enough to think straight. I’m not in a rush—neither is she as she ends up resting against me while massaging me from time to time—but I know we have to get back to the current dilemma at hand.
I want her to be comfortable and not freaking out in this haven.
Truthfully, I don’t want her ever returning here again.
She deserves so much better than this.
“How fast can you shower?” I end up asking her, knowing my phone will be vibrating soon with news the movers are here.
“That depends,” she quietly admits. “Is it just me or are ‘we’ showering?”
God, that’s a good question…
“If I shower with you, we’re never leaving here,” I confess. “I want everything on the way to our place sooner rather than later.” I don’t want to mention the ‘lockdown’ word because I can tell it sets her off.
She doesn’t need to be reminded of feeling like a mouse stuck in a trap.
“Then five minutes is more than enough,” she assures me as she gives one more stroke of my length.
I kiss her sweetly in return, thankful she was considerate of me. Even if my Omega count is a slim list, none gave a hoot about me when the deed was done, and their needs were met.