Chapter 5 #2
I want to deny it, to scream at him, but my body betrays me.
My thighs tremble, my pussy clenches around nothing, and all I can do is moan as he humps me through my underwear.
My dress is bunched up around my waist now, my panty-clad ass exposed to the night air, and I’ve never felt so humiliated or so alive.
His cock is huge, the shape of it unmistakable even through my underwear. With each thrust, the ridge of his head drags across my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
I gasp, tears burning in my eyes, but I don’t tell him to stop.
My hips move of their own accord, grinding back against him, seeking more pressure, more contact, more of everything. My ass is growing sore from the repeated impact of his cock hitting me, but the pain only heightens the pleasure somehow.
I lie there, gasping, face pressed into the sand, cheek streaked with tears and drool, dress hiked up around my hips, panties glued to my pussy by how fucking soaked I am. The world is nothing but my own ragged breath and the grinding heat of Marcus’s cock as he humps my ass like an animal.
He growls above me, his voice barely human, rutting harder and harder until suddenly his hips jerk and he freezes, cock mashed between my cheeks, right over my asshole.
A hot, wet splash hits my panties, soaking through to my skin instantly. He’s cumming all over me. Another spurt of his hot semen lands on my ass cheeks, startling me.
My ass is instantly drenched.
I shriek in shock, but it’s too late, he’s already cumming all over my ass, the heat of it seeping through every layer, leaking down the backs of my thighs.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, rutting against me a few more times, making sure every last drop of his seed is smeared across my skin. “You’re covered in my seed. You’re mine now.”
The words make my heart pound faster. I’m mortified, completely degraded, but my clit throbs like it’s going to explode. I can’t believe he just did that to me, but I can’t believe how much I liked it.
Marcus’s weight lifts off me suddenly, and I feel momentarily bereft without his heat covering me. Then another splash of hot semen sprays across the back of my thighs, and I hear his guttural groan of satisfaction.
My body responds with another surge of wetness between my legs. It’s so bizarre that I wish he could continue and never stop humping me.
I try to crawl away, to put some distance between us while he’s still recovering from his orgasm. My movements are sluggish, my limbs heavy with unfulfilled arousal. I’ve barely moved a few inches when strong hands grip my waist.
In one smooth motion, Marcus picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I’m dangling face down, my wet, cum-covered ass in the air. He delivers a sharp slap to it, the sound echoing in the quiet night. The impact sends a jolt of pain through me as I cry out.
“Let me go!” I cry, pounding my fists against his back, but he doesn’t even notice. He starts walking back toward the house, every step jiggling my ass, making the sticky mess between my thighs squish and slide against my skin.
“Running from me will only make things worse for you, little omega,” he says, his hand still resting on my stinging ass cheek. “You should learn that quickly. You’re our omega, and Ryker might be lenient with you, but I won’t be.”
His hand squeezes my ass possessively, and I let out a small whimper.
Then, suddenly, his finger slips under the elastic of my ruined panties, finding my pussy. I go still, the shock of it short-circuiting my brain.
He rubs my slit, slow and gentle, like he’s savoring the feel of me.
“So wet already,” he says, clearly pleased. “Didn’t even have to try.”
I moan, hating myself for the sound, but I can’t stop it.
His finger circles my clit, slow and cruel, then dips inside, just barely, teasing me. He grunts, satisfied, and withdraws, but then his finger drags upward, tracing around my asshole, slick with his semen.
I gasp loudly, the sensation so foreign and intimate that it sends a shock through my entire body. No one has ever touched me there.
Panic surges through me, and I start kicking against his chest, struggling to free myself from his grip. But my movement only causes his finger to slip slightly into my hole, the intrusion making me freeze instantly.
“Be still,” he commands, and something in his voice makes my body obey. “Or my finger might go all the way in.”
I remain perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe as his finger hovers right in the entrance of my asshole. The stretch is unfamiliar, a burn that’s not entirely unpleasant.
While keeping his finger in my ass, a second finger slides towards my pussy. His finger pushes inside me without warning, and I cry out at the sudden invasion. The feeling is strange. It’s a fullness I’ve never experienced before, a slight discomfort that quickly gives way to a spreading warmth.
Marcus goes still.
He removes his finger from my pussy, then carefully withdraws the one from my ass. He sets me down on my feet, turning me to face him.
Before I can take a step, he turns me to face him and grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. They’re dark and wild, pupils blown wide with lust.
“You’re a virgin,” he states. It’s not a question. He knows. I swallow, unable to speak.
He grins, baring his teeth. “How’d a pretty thing like you stay pure this long?”
“Never liked anyone,” I mumble, barely audible as I look down.
“You just never met a real man before. An alpha.”
I swallow hard, unable to speak, my face burning with embarrassment. Being a virgin at twenty-four is embarrassing enough without having it discovered this way—humped by a man I just met, covered in his cum, my body betraying my inexperience as he investigated both of my holes.
He spins me around and bends me over the hood of a parked golf cart, spreading my legs wide with his knee.
My ass is on full display, my panties ruined, his cum oozing everywhere.
He leans over me, his cock grinding against my pussy through my underwear, and starts to dry-hump me again, harder than before.
His other hand snakes around and rubs my clit, rough and perfect, making me whine and arch into his touch.
“You want to be fucked so bad,” he says. But instead, he pulls back, letting go of me entirely. I grip the cart, legs shaking, ass in the air.
He tugs my panties down to my knees, then kneels behind me, spreading my ass cheeks wide.