Page 10 of Operation: CuddleDom (The Port Haven Omegaverse #9)

“You feel that, princess?” I didn’t call her nicknames often.

I liked the way ‘Mackenzie’ filled my mouth.

She blushed and turned her face into the pillow.

I withdrew and ran my tip up and down again.

I rubbed against her clit. She gasped, and half way sat up.

I put my arm around her back to support her.

“Too intense.” She panted.

I kissed her, claiming her tongue, and repositioned myself.

“Like this?” I eased her down into the plush hold of my bed and pushed into her again.

She wrapped an arm around my neck, keeping me no more than an inch from her. “Like this,” she answered.

I gave her more of my cock. It took all my concentration not to bury myself in her in one thrust. This was a delicious torture. I wanted all of her around me.

“Slow,” I whispered. “You want to feel stretched. All of me filling you.”

She shivered under me but held my eyes. I could swim in their depths and lose myself.

“More?” The question was moot, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Please.”

“No.” Her eyes shot open, like I was about to stop. “Don’t ask for it. Don’t beg. Demand it. Tell me what you want.”

“More.” She echoed me.

“You can do better than that.” Something like fear mixing with excitement flickered in her eyes.

“Slowly. Give me all of you slowly. Don’t tease. Not tonight, Justice.”

I growled. My hips obeyed and pushed agonizingly slowly into her. She had one arm across my shoulders, the other on my collarbone, her delicate little nails digging into my flesh.

“Fuck,” she threw her head back. She hooked a leg behind my back to pull closer, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Open your legs wide, Mackenzie,” I said through gritted teeth. “This is what you wanted. You’ll take my cock as slow as I give it to you.”

“I changed my mind.” She panted. “Fuck me.”

“No.” I pinned her wrist to the bed and pushed a little deeper.

She was thrashing, and I was sweating by the time my knot rested against her. I rocked into her with short, slow, rhythmic thrusts, my knot grinding against her clit. She was close, on the edge, and I pushed deep and stilled.

“Are you full enough, little omega?” I breathed hard into her ear.

“More.”

“Say it.”

“Knot me.”

I rolled us over. The suddenness made her yelp. I pushed her back, putting a little space between us, my fingers curling around her neck.

“Take my knot. I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her almost off my cock completely, making her shudder. Then I pushed her upright.

“Close your eyes and fuck me, Mackenzie.”

She did, lowering herself onto my cock. Her hands crept up her body, one cupped her breast, the other traced the bite marks on her neck. She was fucking magnificent. I squeezed my fists, commanding my body to obey and give her what she wanted.

My eyes fixated on where our bodies were joined. My knot was huge and sensitive. Impossibly huge. She pushed down and groaned, like she was struggling.

“Good girl, I know you can take it. You want to be full, don’t you?”

She nodded absently, like this was taking all her concentration.

“That’s it. Open for me. It feels so good to be stretched like this, doesn’t it?” Each word seemed to ripple on her skin like a caress. “All you want is cock? I bet you want to be full of my cum, too.”

She threw her head back and moaned at that. I smirked. Was she uncovering a cum fetish? I pushed on that button.

“Is that it? You want to take my knot and be full of cum? Have it dripping out of you?”

“Justice!”

“You want my cum? Take my knot.” I growled.

She bounced slightly, my knot parting her wider.

“Fuck.” I dug my fingers into her thigh. She threaded her fingers into mine, like she could use that for leverage. “I want to come so deep inside you. You want to come too? Take all of me.”

A scream caught in her throat as my knot slipped past that tight ring of muscles. Her eyes fluttered. I felt her body tighten in waves around me. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I reached for her neck and squeezed, not hard, just enough for her to feel owned. My thumb pressed against her clit. She jumped, but my knot was deep in her.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want my cum.” Her eyes flew open as I circled her clit.

She shuddered again and again, her voice lost in moans and gasps.

“That’s it. You want to be a good cum slut, don’t you?” She went feral at that, her fingers joining mine on her clit. She sagged, my hand on her neck the only thing keeping her up as she practically convulsed. I thrust my hips, bucking into her even deeper.

“Fu…” That was all I could get out before my orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt.

I could feel jet after jet pumping into her.

She collapsed onto my chest and it was my turn to thrash.

Her body was pulsing around me, making me more sensitive, squeezing every drop out of me, until I was a quivering mess too.

I kissed the top of her head as we both tried to remember how to breathe.

***

I cursed under my breath as my alarm trilled.

I had been awake for a while, watching Mackenzie sleep and straining not to move a muscle.

The second I realized I was still inside her, she was still warming my cock, I got instantly hard.

Discovering she might have a cum fetish was one thing, somnophilia was not something she had previously discussed, let alone consented to. I did my best not to move a muscle.

Her face wrinkled up when the sound of the alarm finally broke through. She groaned and moved to roll on her back. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me.

“Oh god,” her voice was scratchy. “Are you…” the rest of that got lost in a moan.

She hooked her leg over my hip and rocked.

“Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. I felt her nod.

I rolled her onto her back and fucked her slowly, until we were both sweaty, gasping and satisfied. We ended with her curled on my chest, still deep inside her. She lifted her head and beamed at me.

“Good morning.” I kissed her forehead.

“Mmmm. I guess we should get up.”

“Do we have to?”

“I’m covered in slick. We probably should shower.”

“I’ll have all day to make you sticky again.”

“Ok. Give me a second,” she said, like she was bracing herself. She eased forward, letting my cock slip from her. She came again, panting in my arms.

Once she caught her breath again, she picked her head up.

“See what happens when you ask for what you need?”

She rolled her eyes, groaned, and rolled off me, dragging me by the wrist to the bathroom to shower.