Page 150 of Deadly Sweet

“That's how this one talks,” I growl, breathing heavily.

“Ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.” He pulls the front of his boxers down, his cock springing free, slapping his stomach.

My heart starts to race as my pussy clenches. “Please.” That came out way too desperate, but honestly at this point, I’m nothing more than a needy little slut for him. “Give me your big fat cock. Fuck me until I’m nothing but jelly. Fill me with your cum until it’s running down my thighs. Make me scream, make anyone who walks by think someone is getting murdered in here,” I demand.

His brows jump. “Huh,” he rasps. “Didn’t think that would be so sexy, but fuck.” He grips his cock, giving it a stroke. “The mouth on you, Little Monster.”

“Come here and I can show you what else it can do.” I grin.

He chuckles and steps forward. “You sure this is what you want?” he asks, rubbing his tip against my slit, mixing his pre-cum with my slick.

“Yes.” Quickly, I wrap my legs around his waist and press my feet against his ass, forcing him to slide all the way in.

“Fucking hell!” he grunts, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring at the same time I scream. “Yes.”

“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Move. Please.”

He groans as my pussy clamps around him with need.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips.

He starts to fuck me, hard and fast.

Leroy might be in his fifties, but this man fucks like he’s in his twenties.

“Oh god. Yes. Fuck. God, you feel so good.”

“So tight,” he pants out. “So warm and wet. Fuck, Little Monster. Your pussy is perfect.”

“Your cock is huge,” I groan as his cock nearly splits me in two. “I didn’t know Betas were this big.”

“They’re usually not,” he grinds out. “I’m one of the lucky fuckers.”

“Meant for an Omega,” I moan. “Meant for me.”

“You,” he pants, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the space around us. “Only you. Only ever you.”

My eyes shut as my head falls back, and I just let myself feel.

His cock thrusts in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot just right.

The warmth in my belly grows hotter and hotter, and I can feel another orgasm just out of reach.

He grabs at my shirt, lifting it up. “No bra?” he groans.

“No,” I moan. “Don’t need one.”

He leans forward, thrusting all the way in and burying himself to the hilt as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks roughly and bites down.

I gush around his cock, gasping for air, loving the sting of pain mixed with pleasure from his bite.

“I fucking love your breasts. So pretty and perky.”

He moves to the next one, giving it the same attention as he thrusts into me with hard, shallow movements.

My head is spinning, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine. It’s not the alcohol, no, this is all him. My Beta. Fucking mine.

He moves back, letting my breast go with a pop. Looking down, he groans. “Look at the way your pussy swallows me, Little Monster. Look how well you’re taking me. Such a good girl. So fucking good.”

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