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I moan at the sight of it.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he rasps.

“Oh my god,” I breathe. “You’rehuge.Like…weaponized.”

He smirks. “I do my best.”

He drags his cock against the outline of my cunt instead of sinking in. The head of it brushes again my clit, all slow and deliberate, and I nearly sob at how good it feels.

I arch my back, bucking my hips up toward him, silently inviting him inside; but he tuts, then shakes his head.

“Not yet,” he rumbles. “I’m gonna grind this cock on you until you’rescreaming.”

He starts to move - slow, filthy strokes that coat him in my slick, the swollen head of his cock dragging over my clit with every pass. The sensation is maddening: not enough, never enough, but building. Each glide sparks something low in my belly, a slow-blooming heat that curls and tightens with every pass.

“You’re fuckingdripping,” he mutters. “All that slick... all for me. You want to be split open, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Ash - just -fuck,please -”

He leans in, breath hot on my cheek.

“I’ll wreck you,” he snarls. “You let me in now, Omega, and you won’t be walking right for days.”

I grind harder against him, my pussy slick and needy, catching the ridge of his cock just right.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” I pant. “I want that. I want to feel it for days. I want your cock deep, Ash.Now.”

He pulls back, dragging it over the dripping outline of my cunt slower this time, like he’s memorizing the feel of me.

“You’re killing me,” he growls. “I should make you come just like this. Rub you raw on my cock until youbegto be filled.”

“I’m already begging,” I breathe, tears stinging behind my eyes. “Please, Ash. Make me come. Make mescream.”

He chuckles deeply as his cock grinds just under my clit again, and my hips buck up like they have a mind of their own.

Honestly, they probably do. They’ve gone rogue.

“You feel that?” he growls, voice all grit and sex and danger. “You’re so close I can feel your cunt fluttering. You gonna soak me, sweetheart? Gonna come all over my cock without even taking it?”

I let out a sound that could probably get me arrested in public.

“I’m trying, okay?” I gasp. “It’s not a performance issue. It’s just -holy shit- your cock is like a sentient weapon.”

“Tell me what you want, then.”

Truthfully, I want to ride this thing like a cursed amusement park ride and scream until I lose consciousness - but I don't quite know how to say that to him, so -

“I want tocome!”

He grinds again, hard and precise, and my soul just...exits.

My body locks. Back arches.

A scream rips out of me that’s probably shaking the chandelier in the foyer.

“Ash -fuck- Ash!”

I come like I’ve been launched into space.

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