Page 57 of Bullied Forced Omega
Look at me, Mira.
She does so immediately. Our eyes lock, and her pupils dilate.
I can feel her, too. Her heart racing, the desire pulsing through her. And I can feel her orgasm building. It makes my cock even harder.
“Oh,” she gasps, her eyes shooting wide.
“Don’t you dare look away,” I snarl.
She bites her lower lip, fighting against it.
“Let go, Mira. Feel everything,” I purr as my cock begins to thicken and knot inside her. She whimpers, holding tighter onto me. She holds her breath without realizing it, and I grab a handful of her hair and pull her close, growling against her ear. “Breathe, little one, breathe for me.”
Mira gasps as I thrust deeper, and my cock stretches her wide open.
Our bodies, our minds, our thoughts intertwine as we both edge closer to release.
She is the first to let go. In my arms, she goes rigid, then convulses and screams. My cock hardens even more, and as I explode into her, I feel her pussy undulate with wave after wave of her orgasm.
The world doesn’t exist anymore. Only her and me. Only the shared sensations. Only this. This never-ending, deep connection. An endless stream of stars and galaxies that lead us to each other, to this moment.
Mira gasps, taking in a lungful of air as her body finally relaxes.
She stares at me in disbelief, and I can’t take my eyes off her for a long moment.
When she giggles and glances over my shoulder, it pulls me from my trance.
“That was…risky,” she grins.
“That was… fucking incredible,” I chuckle.
“I think we should go home. I’ll come back tomorrow and finish up this work. I’m almost done, but it can wait.”
“I agree. Let’s grab our food and get out of here.”
At home, instead of showering and getting ready for bed and drifting apart as we go about our routines, I don’t let go of her and rather lead her to our bedroom.
She usually sleeps curled up on the far side of the overside bed. But I don’t plan on letting her do that tonight. I want to be close to her. I want to hold her.
“We’re having a cozy dinner in bed,” I explain, “I’ll warm this up, you get comfortable.” I leave, fetching a tray from the kitchen.
When I get back, she’s slipped into sweatpants and a cute, oversized T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on the front.
It makes me smile.
She climbs beneath the blankets, in the center of the bed, not the edge. This makes me smile even more.
After I’ve changed too, I slip in next to her and pull the tray of food close.
“Burgers and ribs. The perfect combo for a midnight snack,” she says, picking up a French fry and dipping it in the sauce.
“It’s a bit past midnight already,” I muse. “You worked late.”
“Well, like I said, I managed to fix a lot of it, so tomorrow should be a breeze. Thank you for staying. It was… it was nice,” she blushes.
“Mira,” I say her name quietly. My heart races. I’ve wanted to say this for so long, but haven’t found the right time.
“Mm?” she says, biting into her burger.
