Page 84 of Marking Mia

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “But first, these need to come off.”

He tugs at my panties, and I lift my hips eagerly, allowing him to slide them down my legs. The cool air against my soaked pussy makes me shiver, but I have no time to feel exposed before he pulls his sweatpants down, freeing his massive cock.

It juts out, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and I comply instantly, opening myself to him without hesitation. “Look at how wet you are. Your pretty pussy is dripping for me.”

His fingers slide through my folds, collecting my slick, and I jerk at the contact. My pussy is so sensitive that even this gentle touch sends sparks shooting up my belly. He brings his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply, then to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that vibrates through the bed.

“Oh God, Kane.”

“You taste even sweeter in heat,” he says, his voice strained with restraint. “I could feast on this pussy for hours, but that’s not what you need right now, is it?”

“No,” I whimper, my hips lifting of their own accord. “I need your cock. I need you inside me.”

Kane positions himself between my spread thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He teasesme, rubbing himself through my folds, coating himself in my slick. I gasp each time he presses his head over my swollen clit.

“Kane, please,” I sob, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Stop teasing. I’m dying here.”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, though there’s tension in his voice and in the corded muscles of his neck. He’s restraining himself, I realize, holding back when all I want is for him to lose control. “You sure you’re ready for this? For what my cock is going to do to this sweet pussy?”

“Yes!” I cry out, frustrated tears spilling down my cheeks. “Please, Alpha. Please fuck me!”

The word “Alpha” slips out unbidden, some instinctual part of me knowing exactly what to say to break his control. His eyes flash, and with a guttural growl, he slams into me, burying his cock to the hilt in one mighty thrust.

I scream, my back arching off the bed at the sudden, intense fullness. There’s no pain, just overwhelming pleasure as he stretches me, fills me, completes me.

My pussy clenches around him, adjusting to his size, welcoming him home.

“That’s it,” Kane grits out, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. “Take all my dick. Every fucking inch.”

With another growl, he begins to move, his hips driving his cock into me with brutal force. Each thrust hits something deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his movements.

“Oh God,” I moan, wanting to cry because it feels so good. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Not stopping,” Kane promises, his voice a rough snarl. “I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt until you’re screaming my name. Until you’re coming so hard you see stars.”

His words, filthy and perfect, heightened my arousal even more. One of his hands grips my ass, lifting me slightly tochange the angle, while his other hand finds my breast, squeezing and kneading.

“You like that?” he asks, pinching my other nipple. “Like it when I’m rough with these perfect tits?”

“Yes, this is exactly what I want,” I groan in pleasure as he pounds into me relentlessly. “I love it. I love how hard you’re fucking me.”

Kane’s pace increases, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by my moans and his grunts. The base of his cock begins to swell, his knot forming again, and the feeling of it catching at my entrance with each thrust sends me spiraling toward an orgasm more intense than any I’ve experienced before.

“You’re going to come for me,” Kane demands, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. “You’re going to come all over my cock like the good little omega you are.”

The pressure against my clit, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock inside me, pushes me over the edge. I shatter with a scream, my pussy clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. My nails dig into his back as convulsions wrack my body.

“Oh! Oh, God.”

“Squeeze tight,” Kane growls, his thumb still working my clit, prolonging my orgasm. “Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt. Milk every drop from me.”

His thrusts become erratic, his knot swelling larger with each push, until finally, with a roar that sounds more wolf than human, he drives deep one last time. His knot locks inside me just as his cock pulses, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.

The feeling of being so filled, so thoroughlyclaimed, triggers another orgasm that has me sobbing his name, my body trembling beneath his.

Kane collapses on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms as his hips continue to make small, grinding motions, his cock still pumping cum deep inside me. We’re locked together, his knot ensuring that every drop stays where he wants it—deep in my womb.

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