Page 121 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Silence.
“Take your clothes off.”
She pushes her hair behind her ears before sliding off the edge of the bed and pulling her shirt and bra off. Her fingers pause on her pants, and I press the button again, filling the room with the soft buzzing of the vibrator. With trembling hands, she slides her pants and underwear off. I recognize one of the thongs I bought her and purr, loving that she’s wearing it. She stands in front of me, and I click the vibrator off and toss it on the bed, standing in front of her and looking into her eyes.
“When you gazed up at me while you were sucking me off, that was the hottest shit I’ve ever experienced.”
Preening, she boldly takes a step forward and rests her soft, full tits against my chest. “Watching you crumble was the highlight of my day.”
My chest rumbles and her fingers play with my happy trail, tugging gently on the hairs.
“Aren’t you supposed to be showing me how to use my new present?” she asks, kissing my jaw and moving back to the bed. She perches on the edge of it, and I prowl toward her, placing my hands on her shoulders and pushing her back onto the mattress. I take her nipple into my mouth, nudging her legs open with my knee and placing my thigh against her wet heat. She moves her hips so her cunt rubs over my skin, begging me for the touch she so desperately needs.
I run my tongue over her nipple and grab the vibrator, running the length of the soft silicon between her folds. Flicking the on switch, I let the vibration run over the length of her before turning it off and teasing her entrance with the tip of it. Whitney’s knees start to close.
Tsking, I push the top of it inside of her. “You’re going to need to relax.” I flick the vibrator on and off.
She releases a slow breath and nods, dropping her legs open.
“Good girl,” I purr, pushing the vibrator deeper into her.
“Oh,” she whispers, glancing between our bodies.
“Good?” I turn it on and let it run, slowly working it in and out of her. The clit teaser runs between her folds as I move it.
“Great.” She nods and drops onto her back, cupping her breasts.
I press the next setting, increasing the intensity of the vibration. Her back arches a little, and I thrust the vibrator all the way in, centering the teaser over her clit. Using the same muscles I use to jack off, I pump the length in and out of her, testing out different thrusts to see what gets the biggest reaction.
Hard thrusts and a moderate pace draw a moan from her lips.
“That’s it,” I tell her, maintaining the same pace and force. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she pinches her nipples, gasping for air and trying to clamp her legs shut. I use my legs to push them open and don’t stop what I’m doing until she shatters and screeches, the sounds almost inhumane as she comes and her body trembles from the force of the orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” she pants, rocking her hips in time with my now slower thrusts. “Do it again.”
I smirk and set to work, giving this omega every damn orgasm she orders from me and then some. I make Whitney cry so loud that Hayden barges into the room. She’s too busy fisting the comforter and panting to notice him, and once he sees she’s fine, he quietly makes his exit and leaves me be.
For the night, I make Whitney my puppet. I learn what makes her hips jerk. I learn what makes her eyes widen. I learn what makes her nails dig into my wrist. I learn every beautiful sound she makes until there’s nothing left to learn.
