Page 57 of Broken Heat
It was all I could do in the moment to focus on the fucking again. In and out. So good. My cock aching for the press and pull and slick of him.
He pushed back to meet my thrusts, his cheeks jiggling, and I held him hard in my hands again, each cheek a round, firm handful of velvet skin, so hairless and smooth and pretty.
I had to have this omega. I had to make him mine.
His encouragements grew even more lovely. “Harder. Faster. Fill me up. Oh yeah.”
There was no thong in the way anymore, no plug, and I reached around his hip and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently in time with my thrusts, knowing he’d just come and might be sensitive.
He only encouraged me further. “Yes. Rub me. Milk me. I need to feel you all over me. I want you to come inside me and all over me. Please.”
“You want my knot, then my cum will be inside you. All of it.”
“I want both. Inside and out.” He thrust back and put his hands beneath him to push his shoulders up so he could turn around and look at me, show me his pout.
I couldn’t quite understand what he was asking, but I wanted to give it. I wanted to give my omega everything.
“Yes. If possible.”
“You can. Come inside me and then pull out when your knot swells. Let me milk it outside my body with my hands and mouth. I want your essence all over me. I want it all over my skin.”
I could do that. In fact, it fueled me with desire to get my knot revved up.
18
Elon –Claiming the Knot
Mykel fucked me hard and fast, chasing his rut-orgasm round and round until it crashed through him and he jerked inside me.
I felt his knot quake at the base of my rim, like a strong fist that pulsed and made me see stars.
“Pull out now,” I begged.
He slid out of me with a gush and I quickly turned, sitting up, and said, “Bring that knot to me.”
“Fuck,” was his uncontrolled reply.
Before he could straddle me properly, standing up on his knees, I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth, both my hands wrapped around the base. I felt two nodules there that swelled so big they became one giant balloon under his sensitive skin.
I sucked while massaging him, and as the incredible breeders alphas were, he kept coming. I could drink as much as I wanted. He was going to be like this for half an hour.
But I wanted to see. I wanted to watch. I hoped he wouldn’t mind. He had loved when I’d scrutinized him during our therapy session, a session that had been a lot more than just patient and healer.
I swallowed as he fucked my mouth, pushing himself into the back of my throat, trying to take control again.
But no. This time I was going to call the shots. If he’d let me. Coah would never have allowed it. Not ever. And it was this I craved so much. So much.
I pushed gently on his hips and nodded back, his still spurting cock sliding out of my mouth. He sprayed my face and I grinned up at him.
He gasped. “Oh, sorry!”
“Keep doing that.”
“Really?”
I grabbed his cock and aimed it lower, toward my chest. His spurts grew weaker and I massaged the knot, watching as it moved a little, making the head of his cock widen, the tiny opening growing big, then small, then big again as he came.
His moans went up and down in cadence.
