Page 71 of Omega

And Harris, he kept me waiting. Didn’t give me what I wanted, didn’t do what I expected. Instead of thrusting hard, pushing into me, he leaned over me and pressed his lips to my spine, right at the center of my back, ran his palms up my sides. I shook so hard I had to clench my teeth. What the actual fuck was he doing?

Another caress, downward this time, from armpits down my sides to cup my hips, then his palms circled my ass cheeks. He pulled back, withdrawing. I bit my lip, waiting for the rough slam…

He pushed in gently, slowly, and I sagged, at once defeated and exhilarated. So good. So fucking good. The feel of him, moving in me. The sweet wet slide of his cock pushing into me, I groaned with delight.

He leaned over me as his hips pressed flush against my ass. His lips touched the shell of my ear. “Rough…or slow?”

“Rough,” I answered immediately.

He bit my earlobe. Hard.

I shrieked in surprise and twisted my head to look at him in shock, and he just grinned as he straightened behind me, running his palm down my spine to grab a handful of butt cheek. “Rough?”

I nodded. “Rough.”

“How rough you want it, Layla?”

“Fuck me hard, Nick.”

He pulled back so the tip of his cock rested just barely inside me, caressed the left globe of my ass with his left hand, gripping the crease of my right hip with his right hand.

There was no warning. He slammed into me so hard the breath left me involuntarily and his hand smacked my ass with a painful resoundingcrack.

I screamed.

I’m not a screamer. I’m a moaner, a gasper, a porn star whimperer. When I come, I usually clench my teeth and groan through them. I donotscream.

Nick made me scream.

He paused a moment, impaled fully inside me. Then he smoothed his palm over the stinging flesh of my bottom, and then withdrew, slowly. So slowly. Then he spanked my ass and fucked into me again,hard. I felt his cock spear through me, slam deep, felt his balls slap against my taint, and my ass cheek jiggled and stung from the smack of his palm. This time, there was no pause, no hesitation. Just the slow, almost tender withdrawal, and then immediately upon reaching the apex of his pull-out, Harris spanked me and thrust again. My left ass cheek was on fire, by now. My pussy was throbbing, and I was fighting for breath, for equilibrium.

He switched it, then. Right hand spanking right ass cheek, left hand gripping my left hip bone.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Each slap of his hand was accompanied by a jarringly hard thrust.

Four spanks per side, four thrusts. Then he switched, back and forth, back and forth. No rhythm, no pattern. Always the slow pull-out, an infinitesimal pause, and then the slam into me.

I lost track of time, never counted the thrusts or spanks. All I knew was that I was throbbing and aching, that my ass was burning and stinging and that with each spank it hurt more but that with each spank the thrusts incited the fire inside my core to burn hotter, made each brutally powerful thrust of his cock into me that much more intense.

I lost the ability to bite down on my screams.

He spanked and thrust, and I screamed as he rammed home.

I don’t know how, but he knew when I was close. Maybe it was that as I neared climax, I started pushing back as he fucked me. Or maybe it was that whimpers and groans filled the spaces between screams. I don’t know how, but he knew.

And right as I reached the edge, he pulled completely out of me, leaving me empty and ready to beg.

He grabbed my left hip in his right hand and flipped me over, putting me off balance, tossing me over as easily as if I was some skinny size-nothing floozy. Just tossed me over like I was nothing. I sagged back against the bed, fighting for balance, struggling to get my feet under me.

Harris was there, grasping the backs of my knees and lifting me, his hips fitting into the V of my thighs, cock nudging my entrance. I wasn’t balanced, had no control. He had me totally helpless, my upper torso resting on the bed, my lower half in his grip.

“Do I need a condom?”