Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I’m so splayed open that my labia is already parted for him and he takes advantage of this, repeating that lick again… and then again…
It feels so good, but it’s too slow. I need more on my clit. I start writhing in his grip, trying to move my hips to get his tongue where I want it.
“Naughty Omega,” he growls, “don’t move. Lie still and just let this happen.”
“But—” I protest even as his words send my desire ratcheting higher.
“If you keep wriggling, I’ll stop,” he says.
Surely he wouldn’t… would he? Then his tongue finds my clit again and I cry out at the pleasure of it.
I’m naked, vulnerable, helpless to do anything but lie here with this huge beast holding my legs apart and licking me with impossibly slow, deliberate, agonizing precision.
I’m so close to coming that my legs are trembling, but every time I’m about to fall over the edge he changes it up, licks around the place where I need him to, or fucks me with his tongue until I’m almost incoherent.
“Fuck… please!” I howl, too far gone to care that I’m begging. He lets go of my ankles, and rears up. “No, wait!” He can’t stop licking me now. He just can’t! I haven’t come yet!
“So bossy. So beautiful.” His gorgeous eyes glow as he tears off the rest of his clothes and reaches for me, flipping me over until I’m lying on my belly, then tugging my thighs apart once more.
I feel the huge, blunt head of his cock being lined up with my sopping hole and gasp, suddenly afraid. He’s never done this without giving me at least one orgasm to loosen me up. What if I can’t take him?
“Lift your hips a little,” he whispers and I find myself obeying automatically, the way I always respond to his commands. Like he’s cast some kind of spell over me.
His hand snakes around my hip and finds my slick pussy, spreading my labia with his index and ring fingers and caressing my swollen, pulsing clit with his middle finger. Instantly, I’m back on the brink of orgasm but then he decreases the pressure, edging me with light, barely there strokes.
“Take it all,” he growls in my ear, rolling his hips until the head of his cock is directly between my folds, “there’s my good girl. You’re so tight… so slick… so beautiful.”
There’s a searing ache in my sex as he enters me, forcing me to stretch impossibly wide around him.
“You can do it,” he coaxes, “just a little more, a little deeper… when I’m all the way in, I’ll give you the release you so desperately need.”
Once again, I’m taken aback by the sheer size of him as he enters me. It hurts—maybe just because he’s big, maybe because I haven’t had an orgasm yet—but the pain is a perfect counterpoint to the tingles of pleasure his fingertip is inducing in my clit.
I’m lying naked, face down on the pillows with my ass in the air, my knees spread wider than they have any right to be. He’s pinning me down with his other hand on the back of my neck, and I can’t escape. I have no choice but to lie here and take it.
Take his impossibly big cock, and the even bigger knot that will follow.
Take the pain he’s dishing out.
And take the orgasm he’s promised me, the one he’s been cruelly denying me this entire time.
As if he heard my thoughts, Bestian bottoms out inside me with a grunt of pleasure. “My perfect little moonflower, being such a good girl,” he whispers. “Are you ready to come for me? I want to feel that tight, slick cunt clenching around my cock…” As he speaks, he increases the pressure on my clit just enough, and that combination sends me hurtling over the edge.
I’ve never felt anything like it. Inhuman, guttural noises are coming out of me as my clit jerks beneath his relentless fingertip, each spasm of ecstasy starting right there and rolling through my entire body. My pussy is rippling uncontrollably, trying but failing to contract around his rigid girth.
“Yes,” he’s still coaxing me, “just like that… keep coming for me, sweetheart. Relax and just let it happen, don’t stop, don’t fight it… Your hot, wet little cunt feels so good clenching around me like that, milking me, I don’t want it to stop until I spill my seed…”
I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much, it feels too good… there’s no way I can keep coming until he comes. And yet I haven’t crested the peak yet, I’m still riding that wave, my entire body rigid beneath him, shuddering, a part of me dimly wondering how in the fuck he can make an orgasm last this long.
“No, please,” I whimper, but my words are muffled by the cushions.