Page 42 of Marking Mia

“I can smell how much you want this,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Your honey scent is driving me fucking crazy. I’ve been able to smell you since you walked into that restaurant- sweetest little omega I’ve ever encountered.”

I’m confused by the term he calls me.Omega?But I’m way too horny to care right now. It must be a pet name he uses.

My body responds to his words as much as to his touch, my inner walls clenching around his pumping fingers. I’ve buried my face against his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent that’s also growing stronger.

None of this makes sense, but it makes me dizzy for him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble against his skin, feeling his shirt growing damp beneath my hands and face.

“For what, sweetheart?” he asks, never slowing the rhythm of his fingers inside me.

“Your shirt... I’m getting it wet.”

He laughs, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through me.

“The only wetness I care about is right here,” he says, pressing deeper into my pussy for emphasis. “This perfect cunt dripping all over my hand. That’s what matters to me.”

His thumb works faster over my clit while his fingers maintain a relentless pace inside me. He’s hittingplaces I didn’t even know existed, finding spots that make pleasure spike through every inch of my pussy.

“Oh god!”

“Such a good girl,” he praises, his lips against my ear. “Bet you’d take my cock even better, wouldn’t you? You want me to stretch this tight little pussy around my cock until you’re crying from how full you feel. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Kane,” I mumble, not caring about what he’s saying, but it’s only making the pressure build low in my belly, making my thighs shake.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me. Show me how gorgeous you look when you come all over my fingers.”

“I can’t,” I gasp, feeling my control slipping away, suddenly shy.

“You can and you will,” he commands. “Now, omega.”

The authority in his voice triggers something primal in me.

My entire body seizes as the orgasm crashes through me, more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Ahh!” I scream. “Oh, oh my god.”

Waves of pleasure radiate outward from where his fingers are buried inside me. My pussy convulses around him, trying to draw him deeper as stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growls, working me through it, not letting up until the last tremor has passed through my body.

As I slowly come back to myself, limp and panting, I realize what just happened. Opening my eyes, I see him watching me with a mixture of amusement and hunger that makes me blush furiously.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing,” he says, smiling. “You’re gorgeous when you lose all control like that.”

I feel heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassed at howcompletely I lost control. Justin always made me feel ashamed of my pleasure on the rare occasions I managed to climax with him.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers from my body, careful to keep his hand above the water. I watch, entranced and mortified, as he brings his glistening fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply before putting them in his mouth.

His eyes close in obvious pleasure as he tastes me.

“Sweet as honey,” he murmurs. “Just as I knew you’d be.”

My eyes widen at his boldness, and I feel another surge of arousal despite just having climaxed.

“Feel better?” he asks, his voice gentler now but still edged with a dominant authority that makes my instincts sit up and beg.

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