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I came again, and while I was still spasming, felt him working the plug in my ass, moving in and out through the ring of muscles there, before pulling it free. He slid across the nest to the wooden treasure chest and opened it. I almost laughed at what I could see on top: a plethora of sex toys, dildos, and containers filled with god only knew what sorts of lubricants and oils.
He opened a small bottle of lube, then stroked the liquid over his engorged cock and knot, staring at my ass the whole time. I swallowed hard, still a little uncertain as to whether I could take his knot there.
I guess I’d find out.
He worked my clit with one hand for a moment, and as I began to relax again, he used two lube-slicked fingers to stretch my ass a little more.
I was pretty sure my willingness to try anything in bed at least once had shocked him, especially since I’d been relatively inexperienced. It wouldn't have been a surprise to anyone who’d seen what I had on my e-reader, though. I’d witnessed almost every perverted sex act that existed, only on the page, not in real life.
Well, I’d watched my fair share of alpha porn, too.
The past few weeks had been so busy that we hadn’t had time to experiment too much. But I thought I was ready to cross this last line. He’d fucked the head of his cock into my ass once, and the sensation had made me come almost instantly, which had shocked us both.
“Relax, princess.” He purred louder, sending me into an almost trancelike state as he pressed into me. The head of him breaching me felt amazing—there was pressure, but no real pain, none of the burning and stretching I’d worried about. An intense fullness, though, and I knew it would get more so. “Feel good?”
“So far,” I whimpered, “so good.”
“Ah yes, my sweet, dirty girl,” he murmured as he leaned forward and grasped my hips. “Push back a little, take more of me. You’re so tight, so fucking hot. You like this, don’t you? Want more?”
“Yes,” I managed to hiss, as he picked up his tempo, thrusting even farther into me. He wasn’t too long for me to take him there, but the girth made it a struggle, and he had to go no more than a few centimeters further with each movement.
By the time I felt his thick knot pressing on my back entrance, I was panting. He moved one hand around to my clit and circled it with just the right pressure and speed that another orgasm—somehow connected to what he was doing inside me—barreled down on me.
“Come, princess. Come while I’m fucking this tight, perfect ass. Come so hard it drenches the sheets.”
I did, my slick flowing freely, the sensations so powerful I almost didn’t feel when he worked his knot into me, except the pressure of the climax kept going.
And then his knot expanded, and I screamed, the ecstasy and pressure blending together in a glorious whirlpool that threatened to drag me into unconsciousness. Giovanni roared out his release, his shout eclipsing mine.Hot liquid began to fill me, and I lost control of my body, the pillows and Giovanni’s firm grip on my straps around my hips all that held me up.
“Oh, my naughty, perfect girl. I’m filling your ass with my cum—can you feel it?” He growled. “You're squeezing my knot so hard, so good. How does it feel, Omega? Tell me.”
“It’s so…good.” I squealed as he thrust the smallest bit deeper. After a moment, his hot release still filling me as his knot pumped inside me, he rolled us over, so we were spooning in the center of the nest.
The air swam with our combined scents, and I fell asleep with his knot still inside me.
When I woke, he was cleaning me gently with a warm cloth. At some point, he’d removed the leather lingerie, and the soft sheets felt like a caress on my skin. “Feeling all right, princess?” he asked, his hot gaze moving along my body. I returned the favor, making a mental catalog of all the places I was going to lick, bite, and suck as soon as possible.
“Thirsty,” I finally said. “I’m a very thirsty girl.”
In seconds, he was there with a glass of my favorite pomegranate-cranberry juice and a naked, muscular arm pulling me up to a seated position. I drank, then cuddled into his warm chest as he played with my hair, which was still crinkly from the hairspray.
“What would you like to do next?” he asked drowsily.
“Well, I’d love to tie you up and have my way with you—” His laughter cut me off. “Hey, we already had wedding night anal knotting. I think I should get at least one thing.”
“Not tying me up,” he grumbled, pulling out his phone to play some music from the built-in speakers. “God knows what you’d do.”
Oh, God had no part in any of the plans I had for a tied-up Giovanni Grantham. I faked a sniffle, covering my face with my hands.
Grumpy’s attention was on me in an instant. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“Nothing. I just… I really wanted to try something.” I hunched my shoulders up. “We have years ahead of us. I’m sure you’ll let me tie you up someday.” I let out another shaky breath.
Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. “You little faker. You’re not crying.”
I stuck my lip out. “Come on, Grumpy. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” I scooted up so I could nibble his ear. “I’ll even promise not to count any higher than three.”
I’d never seen a man’s eyes get that big that fast. When I burst out laughing, so did he. “What a naughty girl,” he growled, tossing me back into the center of the bed. “Time for a spanking?”
I rolled over and wiggled my butt at him. “If you think you’ve got enough energy for that and another round, Grumpy.”
He did indeed have the energy for another round.
And many, many more.
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