Page 53 of Broken Heat
“Yes.” Guttural. Pillow-muffled where his face pressed against the couch cushion. “Do you like it?”
I could barely speak myself. “He made you do this?” I couldn’t say his name. He was no one to me. Elon’s former mate did not exist anymore. This omega was mine.
“He preferred it.” I heard a low whimper come deep from Elon’s throat. “Don’t you like it?”
I leaned closer, sniffing. My chin brushed one soft cheek. My hands gripped harder, the cheeks spreading so the anus changed shape, the gape seeming to widen, the slick thicker on the rim now.
“Like it?” I echoed.
His hips swayed as he waited through my pause.
I moved over him, pressing my body against his back, and kissed the back of his neck.
“Iloveit.” The word love came out as a growl.
Elon groaned and pushed up harder. “Put it in me, please! I can’t stand not feeling you. I want you deep inside.”
I slid down his body and grasped his cheeks again, and his open hole glimmered and teased. I lowered my mouth to it without thinking, and licked the essence, needing it.
Elon gave a little yell.
I licked into him, my desire coming to a fever. Then I lifted up, my chin damp from his juices, and said, “Elon. I can’t wait. I’m on fire.”
“Do it,” he cried.
I grasped my aching cock. It was like holding a steel rod. It ached as if the skin could not contain all that was inside me waiting for release. It needed to be in this hole. It needed to be sheathed and wet and warm and embraced by this omega’s internal muscle milkers.
“It’s so hot. I have to put it in. I have to.” I couldn’t believe my own words.
I didn’t warn him any further. I pointed the head of my bulging erection at his hole and thrust fast and hard straight into him. The rut did not allow me to be slow or gentle.
“Yes!” Elon yelled, his back up, his ass pressing back.
The warmth of him engulfed the crown and then my shaft.
I was large enough that I should have paused to allow him to get used to me, but the slick was so silken and the inside of him on fire, that I began to wildly fuck him. It was out of control.
All sound stopped. All breath. All sight.
I thrust in and out faster and faster, my cock needing to feel the pressure, craving him, sending the instinct to breed him straight to my core.
He was so slick for me, and so perfect. His little ass kept pushing back as I thrust forward, and it was absolute heaven.
I realized I was grasping his hips so hard with my fingers I’d probably leave bruises, but I couldn’t stop myself.
The fire of our coupling washed over me like a wind. I was wound up tight, too tight, and I needed to break the tension or go mad.
My fingers moved to his cheeks, making dents in the petal-soft round flesh, holding him open, trying to widen him for what I knew was coming. I watched my cock pound that hole, watched the firm rim release me and then eat me back up again from crown to root.
He was wet and slippery and easy to fuck, but also tight, and his muscles tugged at just the right moments. I could tell his sweet body wanted my potent alpha juice. It needed it.
I drew out until I could see the angry red head of my cock, then pushed back in hard. I jiggled myself inside him, short urgent thrusts, and began to feel the cloak come over me of pure ecstasy. The climb upward was fast. My nuts drew up hard. My spine tingled and then it seemed my whole body was coming as I shot inside his sweet heat.
I let out a tight, weird sound, breathless. The pleasure tossed me about and I began to thrust through my climax and with every push it intensified.
My balls crawled. My shaft throbbed. The swelling at the base began.
I was going to knot Elon whether he consented or not.
