30. Sabs #4
I gasp when he roughly swivels me around, so I am facing away from him, then yanks up my dress.
“Orin,” I whimper. I’m already wet. Soaked. Dying for him.
Within a second, he tears off my panties.
My little lacy thong snaps like it’s floss before he unzips his pants.
I writhe wantonly as his big cock massages my entrance.
Fuck, he’s thick. I’m talking aerosol-can size thickness.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a girthy cock before, and I can’t wait to be stretched by him.
“Shh.” He nibbles on my earlobe as his tip slides into me.
He inches deeper, then with one large thrust, his entire cock pushes in to the hilt. The sheer force of it makes my eyes water, my pussy spasming from the sudden injection of heat.
“Fu—” My scream is quickly muffled by Orin shoving some fabric into my mouth.
I realize it’s my own panties.
“I told you to be quiet, omega.” He grabs my hips, his knot pulsating against me, making my pussy crave more of him.
I bite down hard on my panties as he pounds into me, not holding anything back. The locket jumps against my skin with each of his thrusts, reminding me exactly who is claiming me.
Outside, I hear a group of women giggling loudly. Orin halts while I quiver, my pussy walls vibrating with need, not wanting him to stop, but the door isn’t locked. All it would take is one of them to turn the handle, and...
Phew. I breathe a sigh of relief as their voices fade away.
I expect Orin to restart slowly, knowing his cautious nature, but he fucks me like a wild animal.
When I encouraged Orin to let loose, this is not what I had in mind, but knowing that we could get caught at any second is an indefinable thrill.
All of this is so intense that I’m already approaching climax, as if my body knows that it doesn’t have long to embrace these incredible sensations.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum, dynamite,” Orin murmurs. “Then you’re going to go back on that dance floor with my cum dripping down your thighs and pretend like nothing happened, even though it’s going to take all my self-control not to knot you right now.”
All we can do now is hope that my pack leader does have enough self-control because navigating our way out of the club attached would probably get us banned from here for life or arrested.
“Come for me, omega.”
His words are all it takes to tip me over the edge. I let out a muffled moan as my entire body is racked with pleasure. I come hard, my walls squeezing his cock. His astounding girth makes the sensation all-consuming, and I totally forget where we are.
“That’s it,” he praises as I slather him in my slick. “Good omega. Come all over me.”
It takes all I have to remain standing as I gush all over him, lost in a blissful haze until he suddenly tenses. With a grunt and final piston of hips, he comes too, filling me with a deeply contented groan that makes my body vibrate.
Finally, when the toe-curling sensations ebb, he slips out of me and removes the panties from my mouth.
I spin to face him again, catching my breath.
“I love that rosy, just-fucked look you have.” He strokes my cheek. “And knowing that you’re full of my cum right now.”
There’s an audible noise as a droplet of my slick and his cum falls from my pussy and hits the tiles below, proving his point.
“And here I thought you were looking for exits and cameras. Turns out you were just scouting the best place to fuck me.” My adrenaline is through the roof, and I’m reveling in the buzz.
He reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a clean pair of panties like some kind of magician. “As much as I’d love to remind your sweet little cunt who owns you again, you better put these on.”
“Do you always carry spare panties around?” I check them to see they’re the exact size and style I like from an expensive lingerie boutique that I could never ordinarily afford. “But thanks.”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “I like to be prepared.”
I’m glad he is. While it’s not going to contain everything, they’ll stop me from leaving a slick trail behind us.
“We should probably call it a night.” He trails the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “I know I said we should return to the dance floor, but with you smelling this good, I don’t want to take any risks.” He looks at his shoes. “Sorry for—”
“Don’t apologize. I’ve had the best time.
I didn’t know the boss had such a wild side.
” I brush my lips against his, just one kiss enough to make me want to wrap myself around him and climb him all over again.
“Maybe we can get started on season five of Desperate Housewives after stopping at Vi’s truck for ice cream? ”
“Deal.” With his ear pressed to the door to listen, his index finger against his lip, I cover my mouth to stop myself from giggling. Expression serious, he gives me a curt nod to indicate that it’s okay for us to sneak out.
“I thought you didn’t like to take risks?”
“Some risks are worth taking,” he replies. “And with a dress like that, there’s only so much self-control an alpha can have.”