Page 32 of Rocked By the Alpha
“You like that, little Omega?” he murmurs, letting his words vibrate against her and her whole body tenses underneath his grip.
This is power. Other men think it’s winning wars, owning fortunes, playing in front of sell-out crowds. It’s not. It’s this. Holding an Omega’s body captive like this, dangling her right above the abyss, not letting her fall, not letting her fly, until he decides, he dictates. He knows all it will take is another skilled flick of his tongue and he’ll drop her into pure ecstasy. His blood swims with the anticipation of it, her rasped breath loud in the small, dark room, his heart pounding in his ears.
“Ready, Omega, I’m taking you to fucking oblivion.” Then he brushes his tongue over her, setting off the chain of reactions in her body. She howls, jolting and writhing on the floor, held down by his strong hands. He lets go of one and wrestles his throbbing cock from his pants. Then kneeling, he takes back his hold and drags her up over his thighs and straight onto his erection, only her shoulder and head, remaining on the mattress.
Finding her entrance with the head of his cock, he grips her tighter. He’s been dreaming of this for three days. Three days he’s imagined this. Fucking her bare back, no condom, no barrier, nothing to separate them. There’s no point — the rubber would only break — and they’ve both done the tests in preparation. His cock twitches in excitement and he hauls her onto it. His eyes drift shut. He groans. He can feel everything. Her warmth, her tightness, her walls parting and taking him in, pulsing around him.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” he says, as she consumes more of him. He opens his eyes to look, to watch his long shaft disappearing inside her until she’s flush against him and there’s no more of him to take. “So good, little Omega, so good.”
She squeezes around him. “Fuck … me!”
He can’t help a little smile. He’s being indulgent again. He needs to do what he came here to do. Pump her belly full of his seed until it’s gushing down her thighs.
Rocking back his hips, he slides out, eyes fixed on the point where they meet, then thrusts his way back inside, jamming her into him as he does. She wails with the force of the friction, her body going limp in his hands as she loses herself to the sensation. He fucks her again and again, long hard strokes, just the way she likes it.
His gaze slides over her body, arched and stretched over his lap. Her tits, spread over her chest, bounce with each violent thrust. It’s pornographic, and if the feeling of pummelling her bare-back wasn’t enough, the vision of her like this, completely immune to his mercy, is — especially when she comes, those delicious noises escaping her lips, her skin flushing and her body jolting with the shocks of her ecstasy.
His balls start to tighten, his body tenses, nerves tingle and with a grunt he empties into her. Immediately, the knot at the base of his cock expands and he holds her in place on his cock, not letting her squirm away as he locks into her.
She moans, her nails scraping against his thighs as he stretches her to accommodate himself, the tight caress around his knot enough to set off fresh streams of spunk from his cock.
Yeah, he’s going to fill her good and proper. He wants her to remember this heat. For the memory of it to burn into the very core of her being so that she’ll never ever want to spend another one without him.
He stills, allowing the clenches of her pussy to milk his cock. He closes his eyes, all his attention trained on that feeling. She’s sucking him dry. Her body wants every drop he has to give.
“That feel good, little one?” he asks. “You like that, like my come?”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs, and he maneuvers them around, until he’s lying on the soft mattress, the Omega flush against him. It isn’t long until, now sedated, the Omega drifts into sleep. Her face softens and her breathing deepens, her ribs rising and falling.
He can’t sleep. Not when he has her in his arms like this and she smells so damn good; the aroma of his come in her belly satisfying every one of his Alpha instincts.
He nuzzles into her neck. Swipes his tongue along her collarbone, the taste salty in his mouth. He traces the tattoos close to her armpit, at the edge of her breast, and the one that runs over her hip and down her thigh. His knot deflates, but he keeps her locked in his arms. He finds the ink near her heart and the one at her wrist and kisses each gently. He runs his finger along the lobe of her ear, over the row of star studs pinned to her ear, and knocks against the tiny ring at her tragus.
He could spend hours doing this, days, exploring every part of her. But after an hour she starts to rouse, moaning in her sleep. He watches as her eyelids flicker and consciousness enters her mind. Her lids open and her gaze focuses on him.
“Alpha,” she says.
“You need me again, Omega?”
She answers by wriggling in his arms, rubbing her flushed body against his.
Flipping her over onto her stomach, he lifts her hips so she’s kneeling with her face pressed into the cushions. Kneeling himself, he nudges her legs open with his thighs and she wiggles her ass, inviting him in. Selfishly though, he wants to pause, to look, to soak up the sight of her. He palms at her ass, giving her a little slap when she starts to plead with him. Then he swims his fingers through her sex, coating them in the combined mixture of her slick and his come. Finding her clit, he massages it, mesmerised as her hole responds, and he sees the flash of pink walls convulsing. He wants to feel that.
Steadying her rump with his free hand, he thrusts in hard, knocking the breath from her lungs and sending stars shooting across his vision.
“Oh oh oh,” she moans as he fucks her, the work of his fingers at her clit unrelenting.
He glides his other hand down her smooth back, over more tattoos, taking a handful of her hair, twisting it and pulling it back, arching her back, forcing her head to tip backward and her throat to stretch.
He fucks her harder, the globes of her ass wobbling every time he slaps into her with a wet thwack.
Her legs start to shake and he holds her ass aloft, not letting her collapse to the ground — not yet. Not until she’s come. It doesn’t take long. Just a few firm strokes of his cock and a pinch of her clit and she’s falling into the mattress, her body putty in his hands.
He’s not done yet though. He fucks her hard into the mattress, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming fast and sweat moistening his brow. She moans into the pillow with every powerful thrust until his orgasm overtakes him and he fills her belly with more of himself. When his knot expands, he rolls them onto their sides, wrapping her in his tight embrace and drifts into a thoroughly satisfied sleep.
Three days of this. For three days, she’s his completely.
Chapter 12
