Page 111 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Good girl, coat my cock with your slick, baby.” I fight the urge to dig my fingers into her hair and pull it. That’s one of her triggers. I bite her neck lightly, careful not to break skin. I pepper her neck with kisses and bites until she grabs my hair and drags my lips back to meet hers. Growling into her mouth, I clutch her ass with both of my hands and grind into her, stimulating her clit with my lower stomach.
Whitney falls apart in my arms over and over until the bed is soaked through and her skin is flushed pink. I take every orgasm from her like the precious gift it is, locking away the memory of the way her lips part and her moans pitch high. The way her body arches into mine and how her legs tremble, the way her pussy clamps down around me and pulses as she squirts all over me. I take everything Whitney is giving me and more. I claim her with my body until our voices twine together and we shatter at the same time, my dick twitching and pulsing as I spill the last of my seed inside of her and my knot fades.
Collapsing, I rest most of my weight on my arms and drop my forehead against hers. We share breaths, both of us panting. She’s the first to recover, kissing my cheek and running her hands up my back. Her nails tickle, and I move my hips to get away from it, earning a soft moan from her.
“I don’t want to get up,” I admit, moving my semi-hard cock inside of her.
“I don’t want you to either, but I need water.”
Stealing another quick kiss, I gently slide out of her.
“Where are you going?” She pouts her lip.
“To get you water.” I don’t bother with clothes, heading into the kitchen buck ass naked.
Hayden glances up from the show he’s watching when I enter the main part of the house. “Sounds like it went well.”
I snort. “You could say that.”
“I don’t want to lose her.”
Pausing with my hand on the cabinet door, I toss a look over my shoulder. “Then we better make sure she knows she’s not allowed to leave.”
He levels me with a serious look.
“I’m only partly kidding. If she really wants out, she can go. I only mean we need to show her what it means for her to be our omega.” I open the door and grab a glass, remembering that I left her waiting and she’s thirsty.
“I hope that’s enough,” Hayden says as I fill up the cup.
“It will be,” I reassure him and head back to the bedroom, wishing I felt as confident as I sound.
Maybe a few more orgasms will help make it harder for her to leave.
