Page 18 of Game On

Gazing at her in the mirror, her back arched deliciously to give me a view of her round ass and her boobs, squished against the bed where she was pressed to the mattress… it was more like something out of a high-budget porn film than my real life.

I reached forward to grip her ponytail, pulling her backwards, back up onto her hands as I pounded into her tighthole in the way she’d told me to, immediately rewarded by a hissed?—

“Oh, fuck, alpha…!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Tell your alpha how good his cock feels.”

“It’s too good,” she cried.

I was always happy there was a full wall of mirrors on the other side. The sight of mascara streaked down her face and her tits rocking back and forth, her piercings glimmering in the low, warm lights. A memory that I’d carry through life.

“Do you like getting fucked by an alpha you don’t know? Love not knowing if you could pass me on the street every day to find out I know what you look like moaning, wrapped around me?”

“Oh, fuck,” she whined, meeting my thrusts with her hips over and over to the loud sound of flesh against flesh. “I’m going to come, please don’t stop.”

I longed to knot her, to fuck and rut her until she was forced to link with me in a way she never had with an alpha before.

Even more... I longed to sink my teeth into her. To take us from strangers to the most intimate version of a relationship between an omega and alpha. Mates. Bonded forever.

My jaw ached with it.

But for now? I’d delight in her whimpers and moans, the sight of my handprint red and angry along the swell of her round ass.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you’re so full of my cum it’s leaking around my cock.”

She came with a frustrated gasp into the sheets, quivering as she released a flood. She was squeezing me so hard I thought my cock would be forced out, but instead I was locked down, unable to move.

She was heaven.

And she wasn’t done with me yet.

She crawled forward until she was kneeling in front of me and pushed me to the bed. Though she wasn’t stronger than me, I allowed it. There was a glimmer in her eyes every time I let her do what she wanted—let her control me—that I liked a lot.

My little omega crawled over me, her teardrop-shaped tits swinging prettily as she did. She was flushed from head to toe, her heat obviously yet to subside. It was different for everyone. Some only needed a single fuck before it broke for a little bit, while others—like her—were insatiable.

And I liked her that way.

“I need to ride you,” she said, hovering over me. “Need to show you how I like it. How to fuck me right.”

My hands moved to her hips, feeling over the slight ripple her tattoos here made on her skin. It made me briefly wonder if they were more recent, but that thought left me as soon as she began sliding down my length.

“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath. Nothing felt like being inside of her, and I wasn’t sure anything would again.

“God, your cock is like fucking magic,” she breathed. “Better than any toy I’ve had.”

I couldn’t help it, I snorted a bit. “What am I? Your living dildo?”

She bent down so we were face to face, the only thing left between us the muzzle. How I wished it was gone, but I wouldn’t mess with the rules—or more importantly, her trust. Especially not while I was aching to sink my teeth into her tender flesh.

“A little,” she said, her voice dropping into a sultry tone that had my lower half tingling. “Is that what you want, alpha? To be nothing but a good little toy made for my pleasure?”

A moan escaped me, and I could have blamed it on the way her hips ground or her pussy clenched, but it was herwords. Something about them hit me in a way I didn’t expect, shook meto my core. And worse… I wanted, more desperately than I had nearly anything in my life before, for her to continue.

She bounced in my lap, steadying herself with her hands resting on my shoulders for the best leverage to rock back and forth. Her pussy was tighter around me than it’d ever been.

Pleasure ripped through me as she made good on her teasing, using me to find her pleasure.

“Such a good little alpha cock fucktoy,” she babbled as she bounced on me. “A perfect needy slut letting me use him however I want.”

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