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.
Chapter 22
Murph
The hot, tight suction on my dick draws a groan from my lips.
My eyelids flutter open.
Rose is naked at the foot of the bed, sheets off, revealing every curve. Wavy chestnut strands conceal most of her face, but I get more than enough glimpses of her plush lips sinking over me again.
Fuck.
What a way to wake up.
I let out a groan as she lifts her head, and she releases me with a wet plop.
With her hands resting on my thighs, her chocolate-brown eyes meet mine. “You said I should wake you any way I liked.”
It was late or early in the morning once I’d finally pulled her close to sleep. We’d been fucking for hours at that point. I’d eventually gotten up to switch out the light, and as soon as I was back in bed, I was spreading her thighs wide and sliding inside her again. No matter how many times we climaxed, she could never get enough. Neither could I.
