Page 27 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“Open your mouth and let me put my cum inside you where it belongs.”
Her mouth parts for me and she moans when I slip my fingers inside. Her tongue laves against them, licking off my cum. I keep circling her clit as she sucks my fingers like they’re my cock, and a few moments later she’s crying out around them as she comes.
Pride swells in my chest.
I made her come. Twice.
For the first time, I understand why an alpha would be so protective and possessive of their omega. The sensation is weird as hell. It also, somehow, feelsright.
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If someone toldme I’d be celebrating my 40th birthday half delirious from heat hormones and begging the world’s most stubborn beta for his cock, I would’ve thought they’d lost their mind.
Yet here I am, on all fours, tears streaming down my cheeks as my orgasm-obsessed heat minder finally,finally,notches his cock against my pussy. Even him rubbing the blunt head of his dick against me is enough to have me moaning.
Every inch of me, inside and out, burns with the need to be fucked.
I’m no longer Camille, the self-sufficient, steady beta who’d rather spend a weekend curled up in bed with a book than looking for someone to share said bed with me.
Now, I’m a needy, moaning, dripping mess of an omega.
Jackson’s suggestion about forgetting our designations and just being ourselves seems comical now. How am I supposed to be anything other than my new designation when my omega is taking over my mind?
It won’t be long until she’s the only part of me left.
It should scare me, losing that control, but the fog of my heat makes me want to surrender to it.
What’s the point of fighting to keep my composure? I’m already here, with a beautiful man who is intent on making me come over and over, and a whole medical staff on standby in case anything goes wrong.
Besides, my omega is going to win. She’s finally awake, and she’s ready to make up for lost time, no matter how embarrassing or strange her desires are.
She won’t be denied.
Speaking of which…
“Yes,yes.” A tear of relief slides down my cheek as Jackson sinks his cock inside me. I sigh as the aching emptiness that’s grown stronger with every passing moment subsides.
Jackson making me come was a revelation for the old Camille who never had good sex. But this? Jackson finally giving me his cock after making me wait for it? That makes the new Camille,omegaCamille, euphoric.
“Shit, you’re taking me so well.” Jackson’s raspy words send a thrill through me, and I press my hips back to encourage him to go deeper.
“More. Please. God, you feel amazing,” I moan, barely recognizing the uninhibited lust dripping from my voice.
Strong, slightly calloused fingers knead into my hips as he groans and pulls me back on his cock until the knot sleeve at the base bumps up against my pussy. His possessive grip combined with the promise of getting a knot makes my omega half-feral with the need for more.
“Fuck me. I need it now. Fuck me hard and give me your knot before I burn up inside.”
“So bossy.” Jackson lets out a dark chuckle, and the sexy bastard eases his cock out and back into me in a slow stroke.
I try using my arms to leverage myself to speed up his thrusts, but he uses his strength to keep me still.
“I need to warm this pussy up before I give you a knot,” he purrs, continuing his leisurely thrusts that make me feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.
“I don’t need to be warmed up. I’m already burning hot!” I snap, looking back over my shoulder to glare at him.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of the big, sexy beta currently working his cock inside me like he has all the time in the world. He’s so handsome, and he smells amazing, and maybe it’s the heat hormones, but his touch is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Well, except for that hug Dr. Stills gave me. That was just as good. Even though it’s pathetic that I got so much pleasure from a pity hug.
