Page 92 of Rocked By the Alpha
“Are you all wet for me now, Omega?”
She spins around to face him, gripping him by the collar of his shirt. “Why don’t you find out?”
He grins, and she pushes him away, maneuvering him across the dressing room and into the armchair. Reaching down, she unbuttons his flies and tugs his hard cock free, then climbs into his lap.
She hovers above him and he glides a finger through her slick folds, bringing his wet finger to his mouth and tasting her juices. “Perfect,” he mutters, his pupils blowing wide as he swallows her taste.
Then he takes a hold of her hips and guides her down onto his cock and she moans long and hard at the sensation of him stretching her open and filling her up. When she’s completely seated on him, she leans forward and rests her forehead against his, meeting his gaze.
“You’re fucking wild, Ruby Bloom. I fucking love you and I can’t wait to make you mine,” he bellows as he thrusts upwards, moving her body so she slams down hard on his cock.
“Seriously?”
He grins that heart-stopping grin. “Fucking seriously.”
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