Page 28 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ugh, I wish Jackson would take pity on me. I bet Ambrose wouldn’t tease me so much.
My heat minder gives me that damn smirk that makes slick gush from me. My omega loves the way Jackson looks at me, even if he’s torturing me.
“You want it hard?” he asks, adding a bit more force to his thrusts.
It’s still not what I want, but it’s better.
“Yes.” The word is almost a whine, but I can’t help it. I’ve turned into a pathetic, whiny, cock-obsessed mess.
Jackson moves his hand from my hip to tangle in my hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist.
Yes.How many times have I fantasized about someone doing that? It’s even better than I imagined.
“You want it rough?” He gives my hair a light tug, sending tiny sparks of pain across my scalp that make me moan and my pussy clench around him. His dirty chuckle at my reaction makes me shiver. “Mmm, that answers that question.”
“Please,” I beg. I need him to stop asking questions and fuck me before I melt into a puddle.
He already knows what I like. He’s just torturing me. Which is my own damn fault, because I said I like that, too.
“Say it out loud.” He softens his thrusts, making me want to scream. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me rough and hard. Fuck me into the mattress and make me take it, so I can’t think about anything but you. Knot me and fill me up with your cum. Then make me clean off your cock and suck you until you’re hard again.” Words stream out of me like water, and now that my horny omega has opened the floodgates to my dirty desires, I can’t stop. “Make me a slut for your cock. Tell me I belong to you. I need it.Please.”
By the time I’m done speaking, my omega is desperate and I’m mortified.
Jackson pulls back, releasing my hair and letting his cock slip almost all the way out of me. I cry out in protest, but it turns into a shout as he slams back inside me. My arms collapse and my chest drops forward onto the bed, but he yanks my hips up to meet his next thrust.
“You’re mine. If you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, that’s what you’ll get. You want me to make you my cockslut?” He lets out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a laugh. “Seems to me like you already are. Look at you.” Jackson presses a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned in place. “You’re going to come on my cock already, aren’t you?”
Something primal unlocks at this new position and my omega keens, ecstatic about Jackson pounding into us like this.
He’s right. I’m already on the verge of coming now that he’s giving me what I need.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he rasps. Each powerful thrust hasthe knot sleeve at the base of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. “I know this pussy now. I decide what it gets and how many times you come, because it belongs to me.”
“Fuck, yes, it’s yours!” I come hard, pleasure making stars dance behind my eyes, but he doesn’t stop.
“Shit, that’s it. God, your perfect pussy is squeezing me so hard, you’re going to make me come.”
My omega is more than ready for that and I feel the last threads tethering me to the old version of myself fray. Once they break, there’s no going back.
A surge of terror and excitement for who I might be when the dust settles from this fever dream floods my system.
Another orgasm builds and Jackson doesn’t pull back this time when the knot meets my entrance. I beg and moan as he keeps pushing until the knot pops inside me and I shatter.
Jackson grunts and curses as he fills me with ropes of his hot cum, and the burning fire inside of me relents for a blissful moment now that I’m knotted and full of cum.
My omega will want more soon. She’ll need more.
I’llneed more.
Because as Jackson praises me and strokes my back and hips, I surrender to my heat.
That omega need inside me isn’t a separate entity. Whether I like it or not, she’s me and I’m her.
“More.Don’t stop. I need more.” My heels dig into Jackson’s firm ass. He’s stopped thrusting to play with my breasts, and when he looks up at me, there’s a sheen of sweat on his brow.
He looks good, glistening like that. I want to taste his skin and see if it’s salty from sweat or if he tastes like a warm cup of tea similar to his lovely scent.
