Page 132 of Deadly Sweet

“She’s my partner,” I pant out, my mind growing fuzzy. All I want right now is for her to pull my pants down, ride my cock and tell me I’m her good little whore.

“You're what?!” she snarls.

Fuck.“My work partner. She’s a cop, like me. She’s nothing more than that to me, I promise.”

“You laugh and joke around with all your co-workers like that?” she asks, glaring down at me.

“Ah... yes?” I’m not going to lie. It’s who I am. I’m friendly.Fuck, it might get me killed if I don’t watch myself.

She says nothing, but continues to glare at me.

“The only partner you need is me, do you understand me?” she asks, voice low and a little frightening.

“Yes,” I answer. “Only you, baby.”

It’s really hard to think when she’s grinding against my cock. Fuck. I want her so badly. I’m ready to beg her to do anything she wants to me as long as she doesn’t stop touching me.

She removes the blade from my throat. My eyes close as I let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re a sick little fuck, aren’t you?” She laughs softly as my cock twitches beneath her. “You're as hard as a rock, Caleb. You like pain?”

“Only when you're causing it.” Licking my lips, I look up at her with lust-filled eyes.

She grins, and fuck, it’s gorgeous.

“I could have so much fun with you,” she purrs.

“Do it,” I pant out, so fucking desperate. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“I’d be careful giving away that kind of control, Caleb.” She tsks. “Might not end the way you want it to.”

“I don’t care. You own me, Baby Girl. I’m yours to do with as you please.” I groan. “Hurt me, fuck me, use me—I don’t care.”

At that moment, I’m hit with a powerful wave of her perfume. My eyes roll back, and I do the very thing I made fun of Jake for, and cum in my pants.

My cock pulses, filling my boxers with warm, sticky cum.

I whimper—fucking whimper—when she gets off me, missing her touch instantly.

She tsks again. “Such a naughty boy.” I watch as she kneels down on the ground in front of me. “Making a mess.” She shakes her head.

My chest heaves as she reaches for my jeans and unzips them, pulling my still hard cock out. It’s covered in my cum.

The way she looks at it, like she’s a starved woman, makes me groan.

“I should make you clean this up.” She tilts her head to the side as she pumps my length in her soft hand. I try to thrust into her grip, but growl in frustration when I can’t move. She laughs, her eyes dancing with the joy she’s getting out of messing with me. I love seeing her like this. “But, because I’m a very nice Omega, I’ll do it for you.”

“Please,” I beg. It comes out as a pathetic plea, and I don’t even care. I’m fucking gone for this girl. I’ll be her little bitch, beg on my knees and lick her fucking boots if I have to.

“Mhhmm,” she hums as she leans forward. “You beg so nicely.” My breathing quickens with her mouth so close to the tip of my cock. I’m gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that I could snap them. She stops, hovering over the tip, and looks up at me with a smirk.

I groan, letting my head fall back in frustration.

My little Omega laughs, loving my pain.

“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should let you sit here in your own mess with your cock hard between your legs with no release.”

“No.” My head snaps up, eyes widening as I frantically shake my head. “Please, no. Baby Girl, I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

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