Page 8 of Laid By the Liner


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Pain spears through my back and arms as his belt digs into my wrists. Warm water rushes over parts of my body I hoped would never see the light of day, but with his shins spreading my inner thighs, I can’t close my legs. Bolts of lightning travel from my sex to my core before branching out to the rest of my body.

He drops into a squat and unfastens his belt from my wrists. My heart gallops against my sternum as his face fills my vision.

I beg for him to stop. His belt buckle hits the floor with a metallic ping. He guides my arms up over my head and licks the trail of tears from my cheek as he rises. The smooth glide of his tongue and gentle grip on my wrists as he pins them to the wall above my head doesn’t match the frantic energy wafting from him.

When he transfers both of my hands to one fist, I bury my face against my arm to hide my expression. The sound of his zipper sliding down tightens the band of panic around my ribs.

Silky smooth flesh rubs against my cheek.

“Take me into your mouth, tiny tigress.”

His deep rumble arrows straight to my core and the thick, masculine pheromones invading my nostrils scramble my brain. Saliva floods my mouth. I turn my head further away from him.

“Give me your mouth or I’ll call for your sister,” he snarls.

Hatred curls through my heart. Fresh tears slip from my lashes. I swallow and turn my head toward him, but I can’t relax my jaw. My omega instincts beg me to lean forward and taste him, and for half a heartbeat, curiosity blips through me before I shove it down.

He digs his fingertips into my cheeks and pries my teeth apart. I open my mouth before the pressure becomes unbearable and wince in expectation of more pain, but he merely rests the tip of his dick against my bottom lip.

Every inch of me shakes in terror. My toes cramp and my fingers tingle. Fire roars in my abdomen.

When he still doesn’t move, I open my eyes to meet his and stop breathing at the sight of his cock.

The male anatomy is not new to me. Although I’ve never been sexually intimate with the opposite sex, privacy on a tiny fishing boat with eight other people—five of them men—was a scarce thing. Nudity didn’t happen often, but showering and bodily functions meant I’ve seen all there is to see on a male.

Or so I thought.

Nothing prepared me for his thick girth or veiny shaft. Add in the beginning bulge of his base where his knot will expand, and the entire concept of his reproductive organ fitting inside mine becomes ludicrous.

The first quarter of him will kill me. No one would survive being speared by his colossal weapon.

He releases a growl so deep my stomach freefalls and my eyes roll to the back of my head. A glimpse of his intense stare before my world turns black crackles through my core and releases waves of horrible bliss. As I ride the overwhelming currents spreading from my center to my extremities, liquid fire leaks from his tip and coats my tongue.

My orgasm mutates into something too big for words. Every cell in my body vibrates with each earth-shattering quake as he rubs his tip against my bottom lip with small shifts of his hips.

My tongue moves without my permission. When a flick along his slit produces a stronger stream of tasty fluid, I lick him again.

He thrusts forward and suffocates me on his shaft. Darkness closes in on me as I jerk into the present, shocked out of my euphoria by the sudden stretching of my throat. With the first inch of his cock buried deep in my airway, I can’t breathe.

I panic.

He pulls out until his flange presses against the back of my teeth. I cough and sputter around his wide shaft. My fingernails pierce my palms and agony streaks up from my thighs as I struggle against him.

He invades my throat again, but pulls back just as fast as he pushed in. A cramp steals through my abdomen as a thick rush of fluid fills my mouth.

I swallow and die a billion glorious deaths. Warmth buzzes down my throat and settles in my stomach before seeping into my organs and invigorating me from the inside out.

The universe ceases to exist. All higher thinking leaks through the sieve of my toes and dissipates into the nether. Lights, sounds, and sensations rule my existence.

A masculine groan fills my ears as water sluices over my exposed flesh. Happiness begins in my taste buds and travels throughout my body. Desire warms my blood. Joy blooms in the deep recesses of my omega heart.

I accept everything he offers, gulping down his seed as though my life depends on consuming every drop.

By the time he releases my wrists and steps away, my belly sloshes and tremors wrack my spine. Exhaustion squeezes the base of my skull as my adrenaline fades. I crumple, but never reach the floor.

Goliath arms lift me against the broadest chest in the world. I hover between sleep and awareness as my mind battles to remain in the present.

“Good girl,” my alpha murmurs into my hair. “You swallowed my cock so well, tiny tigress.”

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