Page 77 of The Rejected Omega

“Give me your clothes. For the nest,” I say.

He strips and hands them over. His body is a work of art. Tan flesh rippling over taut muscle. His cock is hard and rigid, pressed flush against his belly.

I knew he was large, but he’s bigger than I imagined. Seeing him naked is a little intimidating.

Thick as a Coke can and long. The perfectly shaped mushroom tip is large and ruddy with blood and already pearling with precum.

I audibly swallow. “Fuck.”

Connor chuckles, and his dick bobs. I wonder if he can pulse it like that on purpose.

"We'll make it fit."

I add his pants and shirt to the pile of clothes, blankets, and pillows arranged in a U-shape on my bed.

Connor shifts his weight from foot to foot. We've run headfirst into this scenario, neither of us fully prepared for the reality of what's about to happen.

He fingers the edge of my shirt. "Can I take this off?"

I nod and raise my arms, and he lifts the shirt slowly, rough palms gliding along my skin as he raises it over my head. It's the first time he's seen me completely naked since we were skinny-dipping teenagers.

"I'll try to make this good for you. I can't make up for the past, but?—"

I press my finger to his lips. "Shh."

I don't want to think about the past right now.

I slide backwards onto the bed and spread my legs. Connor crawls after me and scoops his arms under my thighs, spreading them even wider.

His fingers trail through my slit and trace my opening. "What a needy little pussy, clutching at nothing. So eager to be filled."

He works two fingers inside me, and even with my slick easing the way, it’s a tight fit.

He glances from his fingers to me. "Christ."

He fucks me with his fingers until I'm clawing at the sheets and begging for more.

"Please, Connor. I need your knot."

His breaths come heavy. "Yeah?"

I reach out and grip his bobbing erection. I can’t even wrap my hand around it. He's been leaking a steady stream of precum since he stripped, painting the bed with it.

I squeeze, and he hisses between his teeth.

"Fuck, Lana.”

He repositions and strokes the seam of my pussy with his dick, smearing precum into my skin with the head of his cock. He leaks even more, the fluid thicker and whiter now, and the sight nearly undoes me.

Connor notches the fat head of his cock against my entrance and slowly pushes forward. The look on his face is fucking bliss.

He slides a little further with a groan, and I feel like I’m being split apart. I press my hand to his abs, stopping him from going any deeper.

“Go slow.”

He grunts. “Trying.”

He rocks forward, and the burn sharpens. He’s too big.

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