Page 120 of Cost of Courting

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

I pause, considering it.

“Fine, but, first, you’re going to feed me that delicious cock and let me get a taste of you.”

I spin him around and drop to my knees, yanking open his jeans and gripping his cock at the base. He’s soaked, this poor, needy omega. I lick along the side of his dick, watching his eyes darken. He grips my hair and guides my head down on him. The taste of his slick is salty, sweet, and addictive. I lean over him, rolling his balls in my hands before I press my finger against his ass.

He doesn’t hesitate, pushing back against me.

“Do it!” he says huskily.

I shove a finger in his slick-drenched hole and then two, fucking him slowly. His moans are sounds I want to hear forever. I don’t know where this switch came from, but I’m grateful. He’s the bridge we didn’t know we needed. The perfect fit.

I suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing while I curl my fingers in his ass, hitting that spot that makes him explode.

And he does, shouting out as he jackknifes into my mouth, filling my throat. His hold on my hair is tight as he pulls me against his groin and feeds slick-flavoured cum straight into my stomach.

When he pulls back, I tear my mouth free, gulping air. Tears streak my cheeks, and I feel a little wobbly but so fucking aroused. I stagger up and press him against the wall of Edric’s house, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

We kiss and kiss and kiss. Until he’s thrusting against me, until we’re both mindless messes. I turn him and pull his ass out, gripping his cheeks and squeezing them hard apart, exposing that pretty hole to my hungry eyes.

He growls as I push into him.

We don’t need words.

This is animalistic.

When my balls are pressed against his ass, slowly getting drowned in slick, I stop to breathe.

“You’re the best surprise ever, Bailey Raines. My omega.” Possessive words. Ownership words. He is mine.

“My alpha, don’t give up on me. Make me yours,” Bailey demands and thrusts back against me.

“I’ll never give up!”

I pull out and fuck him, hard and fast. I wrap an arm around his body, fusing us together, and rut into him. When my knot slips into him, I lose my mind.

I fuck him harder than I’ve fucked anyone. I fuck him through my orgasm that goes on and on and on. His ass clenches onto my cock, holding it tight, gripping that knot for dear life. He comes over and over, crying my name until he’s sobbing, but I just lick those tears off his face and keep going.

It’s the first time I’ve knotted someone when I haven’t been in a heat, and the sheer ecstasy of it blows my brain wide open. I come in him, and then, a minute later, my balls contract, and I come again. The cycle just keeps repeating, ruled by my knot that has him immobile. All we can do is cling to each other and ride it out.

Bailey whimpers as he comes again. My hand is coated in cum, the copious amounts of fluid drip down in a small puddle on the ground.

I let go of his cock, bring my hand to my mouth, and lick it clean. Bailey watches me with a just-fucked expression that I want to be on his face always.

I chew on his neck, licking and tasting before I finally bite down on the bond again, needing to mark it again.

He pants, but he leans into me. And finally, my knot goes down, and I carefully pull myself free. I stay still, watching the flood of slick and cum run out of his ass and run my fingers through it.

“Oh, I wish we were home right now.”

Bailey jerks. “Home?”

“Yeah, our home, with our bed, where, if we were, I’d clean this all up, and we could start again,” I mutter huskily and shove three fingers deep into his ass again.

I groan. “God, you feel so good.”

He claws the wall, moaning, until I reluctantly pull my fingers free.

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