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I kiss him again, and our bodies slowly meld together. My entire body is tingling with anticipation, and I kiss him more intensely than I’ve ever kissed another human being. It seems to go on forever.
I can feel how wet I am. How desperate for him. How hard he is beneath his still-zipped pants. But when I let myself picture his cock, remembering the last time we were together, something shifts.
The need inside me turns to desperation, and I start to grind myself onto his lap. My kisses turn reckless, and I’m starting to feel like I want to consume him.
Gray’s hands are still bracketing me in, holding me tightly to him, and he picks up the intensity of our kiss to match me. It’s only after a minute that I cry out, because my stomach cramps, and he looks at me with obvious concern.
“Tanner?” he asks, but I see the moment his eyes widen and we both realize what’s happening at the same time.
My pants are soaked through with slick. My cock is rock-hard and feels so primed I could go off at any second, and my stomach is cramping so hard I might throw up if I don’t get his cock inside of me right now.
And, most importantly, I feel hot.
Achingly, terrifyingly hot.
“Gray,” I whimper, relief hitting me as he smoothes his hands over my skin, his body suddenly so much cooler than mine.
“It’s okay, sweetness. Do you want to stay with me, or go to the hospital? I know the doctor said?—”
“No hospital,” I gasp, cutting him off.
My hips grind down hard onto his, and I start pulling off my clothes, one piece at a time.
My coordination is shot and I’m already breathless, so Gray has to help me, but I manage to pull myself together to look him in the eye one more time once I’m naked.
“Please don’t make me go. Want you. Need you. You’re the only one,” I gasp, half-begging, half-sobbing.
I feel like if he takes me away from him right now I could die. I know it’s not true. Well, probably not true. But the thought physically fucking hurts.
“Okay, sweetness,” he rushes to console me, his own distress obvious at my distress. “It’s okay. We’ll stay here. I’ll help you.”
He pulls my face into the crook of his shoulder and lets me breath in his scent, over and over.
My cock throbs with need, and I make a whiny, desperate sound. Everything is hazy, and so painful. I thought presenting was as bad as it would get, but this is already so much worse. My hole clenches around nothing, and I begin to tremble with how much I fucking need.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs over and over. “You just need to come. Come here.”
I’m already on top of him, his body shuffled down the couch as I lean on the back, so when he guides me further up, I go wherever he pushes me. It’s not long until I’m straddling his face, leaning over the back of the couch while he slides his strong arms around my thighs and locks them in place.
I come the second my cock slides into his mouth. It’s so small now, I can fit the entire thing in without difficulty, and the cool, wet sensation of him surrounding me makes me scream as I unload into him.
He swallows my cum like he’s desperate, holding my thighs so tight around his face I must be suffocating him. I barely finish coming before I want to go again, and Gray seems to know that.
One of his hands runs up the back to my bare thigh, already messy with slick, to find my hole. I’m ready for him. My body wants his knot, but I’ll take anything. I’m so relaxed that he slides three fingers into me easily, then withdraws to push in all four.
I make a jagged sound, my cock still hard in his mouth and my body still run through with desperation.
And once again, Gray seems to know.
He fucks me with that hand as hard as he can, stretching me wide, easing some of the ache inside me that’s crying out to be filled. He doesn’t move his mouth but just holds my cock there, running his tongue up and down its length while I moan and buck my hips against him.
Barely thirty seconds later, I unload again, shivering this time as I pulse my release onto his tongue.
I feel lightheaded when he finally lets me climb down his body, but I still whine when he pulls his fingers out of the wet, sloppy mess that is my hole.
I’m trying to scrabble for his cock, but I’m so fucking hot. I can’t think. Which way is up? How does a zipper work?
I need him.
Gray works on undressing himself while I go back to straddling his lap and writhing like a demented stripper.
My own fingers find my hole, and I lean back while I try to relieve the ache.
I fist my cock, wet with his spit. I pinch my nipples, more sensitive than I knew was possible, getting myself whining at a fever pitch until Gray is finally free of all his clothes.
His massive cock presses up against my balls and I grind against him. His fingers replace mine, pinching and tugging at my nipples, then he finds one with his mouth and sucks. Hard.
His teeth scrape over the nub and I shout, a small burst of cum arcing from my cock without warning. Gray continues to ravage my chest, biting my nipples raw and making me scream, while I clutch him to me and try to figure out how to lower my empty hole onto his cock.
Eventually, I find the tip. I look down, and Gray’s eyes meet mine.
He bites at the nipple one more time as he thrusts the head of his fat cock inside me.
I don’t scream. I don’t make any noise at all. But I feel fucking whole.
It’s still so big. I need it, though. I need every inch he has.
I’m shoving myself down, bouncing as much as I can manage and getting it inside of me inch by desperate inch. It’s a long time before I realize I’m making sounds.
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Knot me. Fill me up. Fucking fill me,” I cry out, bouncing one more time and getting that last bit of him inside.
My body is ready to split in half, but his hands on my waist are holding me together.
It’s like being impaled on a tree trunk, but I can’t bear the thought of moving.
I shudder as my body adjusts, shaking harder and harder until I realize my trembling is making his cock rub against something deep inside of me.
Pleasure builds and builds, until I shake my way into another orgasm.
This one is long and slow, no cum actually leaving but my entire body racked with it. Gray squeezes me so tight, I think I could burst.
“Fuck, please,” I whisper, fisting his short hair. “More.”
Gray is just as far gone as I am. All that self-control, but at the end of the day, he’s a slave to his instincts as well. When he looks up at me this time, I see the animal inside of him, and it’s everything.
With his arms caging me in and his hands on my shoulders, Gray holds me in place as he begins to fuck up.
Each stroke punches the breath from my body.
I can feel every little twitch and stiffening of him inside me.
I can feel the way he glides against my insides.
And when I look down, following his gaze, I can see the outline of his fucking monster cock, pushing through my skin.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, because I’m about to come again. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
“You need my seed, little omega?” Gray asks, fucking up again for emphasis.
His voice is deep and gravel-rough, his pupils practically eclipsing his eyes, and his desperation written in how tight he holds me in place to be fucked.
“Yes,” I tell him, my voice as shaky as the rest of me, and that’s all he needs.
Gray unleashes. I want him to move us to the floor so he’s on top of me, pounding down into me, but I can’t find the words. Instead, I sit here, straddling him as he owns me from beneath, turning my body into a fucking sleeve for him to impale.
I come again, crying a little this time as the sensation is fucking ripped from me. My cock is still hard and I know this isn’t going to stop until I have his knot. His seed.
Him.
He picks up the pace, both of us bouncing as he pounds into me, and each time I’m lowered onto him I feel the swell of his knot growing, pushing against my rim. I’m already stretched so wide, I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I know I’ll die if I don’t get it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, so close I can almost taste his cum on my tongue.
“Omega,” he moans in a helpless voice.
His eyes close as he throws his head back and gets ready to shove that last piece of him inside me until we’re the same flesh.
When fingers run through my hair, I know immediately that they aren’t his. The room smells wrong, and my entire body tenses for a split-second, causing a sharp pain where Gray is thrusting into me.
The fingers in my hair curl against my scalp, take hold of me, and with a kind of force I’ve never experienced, rip me backward.
Gray’s knot is torn out of me where it was just starting to sink inside, and I hit the ground on the flat of my back so hard I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can barely see, blinking up at the overhead light as my body tries to process what happened.
Of course. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to have this.
Dad is standing over me, and as my entire body throbs and cringes away from what’s happening, I realize this is the time when he really is going to kill me.