Page 112 of Perfectly Naïve
Her eyelids flutter open. “Alpha,” she murmurs, rubbing herself against my skin, marking me with her scent.
“Omega.”
She lifts up and stares down at me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I confirm, watching with wonder as my sweet, innocent omega bounces on my cock.
“Mine,” she says again, sliding down my length.
That soft pussy, rippled and warm and wet, clamps around me. Tight and demanding. A strangled sound sticks in the back of my throat. My hands find her hips, and I help her rock back and forth, testing out this depth and stretch.
“Yessssssssss,” she hisses, nails digging into my pecs as she rides me.
“That’s my omega,” I murmur, lightly smacking her ass, which sends her hips surging up my length.
“Hayes.” My name tumbles out of her as she slams back down. A perfect fucking fit.
“Going to knot you.” I thrust up into her, making her tits sway, and the tips of her nails dig a little deeper. “Fill that pussy up again.” I slam into her again. She moans and her head drops back. My cock throbs, thickening sooner than I’d like, but it’s impossible to resist locking us together.
“Please, alpha, please.”
“Look at me, vixen.” My bark is soft, but the command slams into her, making her entire body tighten around me as her gaze drifts to meet mine. The knot at the base of my shaft stretches her, and I drive up deep and hard, making her lips part in a pretty O shape. “See what you do to me,” I say with a growl, pumping in again, giving this perfect body all it can take before my knot is fully formed.
I thrust harder, and those nails finally break skin as she moans. “That’s it, vixen, mark your alpha.” I bury myself deep, pulling her hips down as my knot fully forms, stretching her tight and locking us together.
Her walls flex around me, tearing a full-body whine from me, the alpha who's meant to be taking care of her. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
Slick coats my stomach and groin, the warm essence dripping onto my balls as my vixen circles her hips with a pleased purr, testing the knot and owning the moment.
Panting, I watch her work, dick throbbing, threatening to blow. Liv comes down on top of me, moving her hands to my hair, tugging on my short strands as those full tits smash against my chest.
A deep rumbling sound emits from my chest. Her lips brush against my neck. She moans, rubbing herself against me, coating herself in my scent as she starts to grind on my knot. Those soft walls ripple and flex, clenching aroundme so tight my vision starts to dim. I fight to stay aware. This time, I will remember every second.
And then my beautiful vixen bites my throat. “Come,” she demands.
She has no alpha bark, but she may as well with the way my body tightens and jolts, desperate to obey my omega. My balls—full and heavy—clench.
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come, vixen, fuuuuuuck.”
My ass cheeks clench, and I try to bury myself deeper. Liv pulls my hair as she cries out, squirting all over me as warm cum sprays that spot deep inside of her. I lose sense of time and space. All that remains is Liv writhing and moaning on my knot, begging for my next orgasm, forcing it from me with little love bites and that husky tone in her voice.
Time stretches and condenses at the same time, dragging out this perfect fucking moment and stealing it away from me far too quickly. I’d knot Liv until the day I die if I had it my way, but twenty minutes of pure fucking perfection is all I get. The two of us panting and moaning and climaxing. My knot lasts long enough that, eventually, Liv simply collapses on top of me, clinging to me as I grind and pump, helping her reach orgasm after orgasm, even when her body has given up. My chest fills with pride every time she falls apart on my knot.
Eventually, a final orgasm slams into me, hard enough to make me nearly black out. It drags the last of my seed out of me, and I pant, holding myself inside her as my toes curl and my world shrinks to the omega purring on top of me, a mess of slick, sweat, and cum. A pretty mess I’d kill for. My. Omega.
“Mine,” I growl, gasping as the last spurt of cum fills her.
She hums in agreement and we both collapse. I hold her to me, not yet ready to let her go or to let my cum seep out of her. Kissing the top of her head, I rest my palms on her back, hugging her to me, and drift off to sleep with my vixen nestled against me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
SAWYER
Having grown up around Liv, I’ve seen her in so many different circumstances and behave in many different ways. I’ve seen her shy, seen her in all her awkward glory, seen her laughter and her sass when she’d demand Henry and I include her. I’ve seen her fight tears when she wasn’t allowed to do the things she wanted because her mother demanded she behave a certain way and live up to a certain standard.
But I have never seen Olivia like this—a wanton sex goddess.
And oh, what a sight she is to see.
