Page 11 of Game On

Soon her tears really began to flow, turning into a full on sob.

Woah, that was different than from earlier.

I quickly pulled from her, that innate need to protect and fix making me crouch to look at her through the hole.

“Sweet cherry, what’s wrong?”

Her sobs came freely without my cock to block them, making it difficult for her to choke out the words. “I-it’s not enough,” she got out between her harsh breaths, riding the toy like her life depended on it. “I need more.”

A breath shuttered out of me. I wanted to give her more, wanted to give hereverything—but I was well aware of her limits.

My eyes glanced at the room. “Okay, roll the bench over and bend over, I’ll help you.”

She paused at that, meeting my eyes through the hole as she sucked in ragged breaths. “I don’t think—I don’t know.”

I shushed her gently, my real voice coming back in the face of her panic. Soft and coaxing. “It’s okay, I’ll use a toy, I won’teven use my fingers if you don’t want me to. But let me help you, babygirl. Let your alpha make you feel good.”

It took a moment for her to process through the sobbing and the heat, but she eventually nodded with a hiccough and started moving. The urge to set everything up for her so she could just lay back and take what she needed hit me with a full force, but one I couldn’t follow through with. Though every cell in my body urged me to, my fingers looping into the hole and gripping until my knuckles were white.

If only I couldtouchher. I could make all of this go away.

She pulled the bench over with some difficulty, bending over the black plush surface, the glimmering blue gem of a butt plug shining brightly against her skin. Even though I’d seen her fuck herself from the bed, this was the first time I was able to see her perfect cunt close enough to make out the details.

It was pretty and pink, slick dripping down her thighs leaving her glossy and clearly in need of attention. But more than anything, I was struck by the scent of her—cherry and lime hitting me in a wave. I didn’t know how I’d manage to get out of here without tasting her, but one thing at a time.

Right now she was bent over in front of me, wanting, and I was going to deliver.

“I need your toy, sweet omega. Can you hand it to your alpha, babygirl?”

She fumbled a little, popping it off the floor to press the slippy silicone into my hand. I nearly dropped the fucking thing, but managed to recover as she settled again, whining as she begged.

“Please,” she all but cried, wiggling her hips. Her ass jiggled in the best way as she did, and I felt like one of those anime characters who were about to have a nosebleed and heart eyes.

Pull yourself together, Martin.

I pushed the dildo through the hole and lined it up, slotting the toy into her sweet cunt easily. I tried to be careful, but she thrust back against me, plunging the whole thing in, fake knot and all.

“No,” she cried, and not in a sexy way. “I need more! Bigger. Biggest.”

I blinked. “Are you sure? These get pretty—” I turned my head to look in the hall. It was a little unusual to play through the wall in this way, but there was still a selection of toys not far off, encased in a low-lit glass cupboard.

“I know what I need alpha,” she snapped. “Go grab the biggest dildo they have and fuck me with it. Hard.”

Her tone had transformed from the playful submissiveness I’d come to expect from an omega—or, at the very least, had been told to expect—to harsh dominance.

I didn’t hate it.

Not even a little.

Doing as she asked, I nearly tripped on my feet in my eagerness to get to the case. My eye scanned the selection of humanoid to monster to a dildo that was simply shaped like an entire hand until I found an oversized toy with a knot. “Bingo.”

The tip had to be almost as wide as my wrist, and the knot surely fist size. Not to brag, but it looked to be about a match to me. Where I’d missed out on the alpha aggression, I’d damn near tripled up on the fat cock gene.

When I came back, I grabbed the smaller blue one I’d tried to use from her. As I did, I realized it was… soaked. Soaked with her delicious scent. When I got it fully back through the hole I couldn’t help it, I ran my tongue over it.

Ohfuck.

She was divine. There was no other way to describe it. Sweet, slightly musky, and a little tangy from the lime scent she emitted. A slice of heaven, one I could get lost in again and again.I moaned around the silicone, my cock painfully hard where it wept with precum, waiting to find a home in her mouth once more.

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