Rose #3
I’m still struggling to breathe when Murph gives my clit one final kiss, pulls his fingers out of me, and slides up over me. With his hands on my hips and a bitten-off groan, he slowly pushes his cock into me.
“Ah, fuck!” With his head thrown back, his chest rises and falls with every small thrust.
I feel him throbbing, my body stretching to make room for him.
He gives me one last thrust, and as I’d known it would, my pussy invites him deeper, eagerly accepting the last inch he pushes into me.
He kisses me hard. Possessive. Then he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. His groan is so guttural, it lifts the hair from my neck. “So. Fucking. Sweet.” He pulls out and pushes in again, not stopping until we’re hip to hip.
Keeping my thighs spread wide and his breath hot against my neck, he starts fucking me. Slow. Deep. Then that one perfect roll that makes me gasp.
He pulls out of me so suddenly, I whimper.
But he’s not gone for long. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, lifts my hips off the bed, and slides back inside.
This angle is… everything. With my arms above my head and him holding my thighs, he directs my every move towards him.
I’m utterly powerless under him. Completely his to do whatever he wants to.
There’s something erotic in that. Something so arousing about it that my body is going up in flames far sooner than I thought it would.
“Murph,” I whimper.
“That’s it. Take it all,” he hisses, eyes locked on the point where we meet. “You feel what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”
I do. He’s throbbing inside me, his sweat-dampened muscles straining as he works hard to keep to the same agonizingly slow, steady pace. And I feel that small muscle at the base of his cock beginning to swell. My breath catches, and my pussy flutters, my climax fast approaching.
He groans, throwing his head back as he thrusts harder into me, the wet sounds of sex, the meaty slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.
I twist my wrists, trapped but loving each second of being at his mercy. This is so much more than I thought it would be. “Harder,” I beg, writhing against him. “Please, I need—”
His fingers tighten on my thighs, and he pounds into me, letting out deeper groans with each desperate thrust.
Increasingly loud moans spill from my lips. I bite my lips, try to swallow them down, but I can’t be quiet. “I’m gonna scream,” I warn frantically, “Murph, I can’t—”
I can’t let Ben hear this.
He pulls out of me in one smooth motion and yanks at the belt wrapped around my wrists.
The second I’m free from the restraints, he rolls me onto my knees, blanketing my body with his.
With one hard thrust, he slides deep again.
He growls into my ear, “Bite down on the pillow while I fuck you until you scream.”
I almost don’t hear him. My heart is pounding that loudly. The pillow is right under me, so I bend my face down to it.
He keeps my hips up as he slams into me. My body rocks forward from the force of his thrust, and his teeth grip the back of my shoulder. It’s so possessive, so deliciously primal that I go slick around him.
And then I feel him swelling.
He’s going to knot me.
That small, hard muscle at the base of his cock does things to the inside of me that make me drive my face to the pillow, biting down as my orgasm rips into me. I fall, screaming his name, screaming and screaming as he pounds into me.
He growls against my shoulder and clamps my body tight to his, his cock spasming inside me as he slowly collapses over me. But he’s oh so careful not to crush me, and he so easily could.
We’re locked together. The way only an alpha and omega can be. The best way in the world. As we slowly come down from our climax, his cock jerks every now and again, filling me with more cum.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his breathing ragged. “I have to get up and turn out the light.”
I laugh, and his smile stretches across the back of my shoulder.
“I could go,” I offer, but that won’t be for minutes yet, when his body releases mine and when I’m sure my knees won’t immediately collapse.
He turns us until we’re spooning and pulls the sheets up over us. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Only in the best ways.” I yawn.
He mutters something against my throat.
“What did you say?” I ask sleepily, snuggling my back against the warmth of his chest.
He says into my ear. “I said, talk like that will get you a hard fucking.”
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “Was that a threat or a promise?”
He looks at me, his expression unreadable. “You need rest.”
“Do I?”
With a muffled curse, his mouth captures mine. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I swear two seconds ago I was ready for bed. Not now. The second Murph’s knot releases me, he rolls me onto my back and thrusts inside me.
He fucks me so hard I bite his shoulder to silence my scream, climax so violently that he leaves me seeing stars. It’s never enough. Now I’ve had a taste of Murph, I can’t get enough.
I don’t know what time we fall asleep, but more hours pass with his cock inside me than it’s out, keeping me slick and warm. He blankets my body with his and satisfies every single one of my wants and needs.