All I can do is gasp and keep moaning as she slides out and thrusts in again.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she purrs, breath shuddering.
I’m watching Morgan fall apart in real time. Watching the control and the willpower fall away, watching her unleash.
It’s intoxicating.
Her breath is growls and feral snarls as her hands turn toclaws in my skin, digging to the point of pain, sending my head spinning with pleasure.
I’ve never been this turned on. There’s a hot, wet sensation, and Morgan’s thrusts slide easier. She’s surely dripping, but it’s not just that. Another wave of incomprehensible heat and pleasure sends my cock dribbling onto my stomach as Morgan’s next driving thrust sinks deeper.
I can make slick, after all—but only for a real alpha.
“So wet and tight for me,” she moans against my ear.
Euphoria ripples through me, and for once I feel like a proper omega.
Each ragged breath draws in more of her blazing bonfire scent—another gasp, another dose. Every cell crackles with pleasure, every muscle coils with need.
I’m drowning in the scent, the sound, the feel of her.
“God, Mor… ohfuck… I’m cumming—”
“Scream for me,” she commands.
And I do. From deep in my core, giving voice to all the agony of waiting for this moment, I scream as I cum around her pumping cock, shaking as she drives deeper and deeper into me. My cock fountains against my stomach, staining Morgan’s shirt, until her claws dig into the fabric and she rips it away.
Her foot-long tongue sweeps down across my stomach, and she moans at the taste of my cum.
“So… fucking… tight,” she thrums as my ass clenches around her with every pulse of my climax.
Morgan is merciless, unrelenting. Lost in the depths of my heat, that’s exactly what I need.
She thrusts harder, and the swell of her knot presses at my entrance.
Her growls deepen with frustration, and she grips my shoulders and shoves me down over her cock.
My breath freezes and chokes in my throat as the stretchturns to sweet, aching pain.
“Mor…”
“Don’t you fucking dare ask me to stop,” Morgan snarls. “You know I can’t.” Her eyes find mine, and they’re wild.
She’s afraid.
“I need it,” I gasp. “Tell me I can take it. Tell me to let you in.”
Morgan softens, though she doesn’t slow. She leans down and tangles her claws in my hair.
“Let me in,” she murmurs against my cheek. “I want to feel you. I want tofillyou.Relaxfor me, baby.”
The words hit me like a drug, working their way down my spine. A profound calm washes over me, and every muscle in my body loosens.
I’m unraveling, unwinding.
Morgan’s thrusts get slower and harder.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Morgan purrs in my ear. “Let me in.”
