Page 44 of Roommates' Alpha
“Please,” he begged.
I ran my thumbs up and down where they rested to either side of his star tattoo. “Don’t worry,” I promised. “Hard and fast. I’m going to give you what you need, then I’ll fill you up like you want.”
He whined but nodded. “Please.”
I kept one hand firm on his hip and slid the other around to rest on his stomach. “We’re going to breed you Micah; get you all knocked up and round.”
A soft whimper, and something inside told me to keep making filthy promises.
I leaned in and started grinding my cock into him. “We’re going to take turns fucking you and knotting you. You’ll be so full of cum by the time your heat’s over, it’ll be impossible for you not to be pregnant.”
“Yes alpha,” he whined. “Please.”
“So round, full of babies,” I growled, rubbing his stomach as I pulled out and pushed back in. “In a few months, when you look down, your ass will clench, remembering how well we bred you.”
Another whimper.
I started thrusting slowly, savoring the way his muscles fluttered around me. “And don’t you think for a minute that we’ll be able to keep our hands off you during your pregnancy. Round omegas are so fucking sexy.”
I slid my hand down until I could wrap my fingers around his hard cock. It was petite, just like he was, but I was already looking forward to getting my mouth on it later.
Right then, though, I had more pressing needs, and so did he. I straightened and grasped his hips firmly. Then I pulled out…
And slammed back in.
Micah let out a wail of pure ecstasy as I bottomed out, and I realized just how much he’d meant it when he said he wanted it hard and fast.
My fingers dug into his hips and I secured my stance as I started pistoning. The sound of slapping skin filled the room, and the star tattoo rippled from the force of the thrusts every time I bottomed out.
A small part of my brain was still amazed that I was there, breeding Micah. Then—despite all my dirty talk—the full understanding of the situation hit me: I wouldn’t be the only one.
I groaned as I realized that even after I’d drained my balls into him, I’d get to watch the others take their turns. Seeing that would be almost as good as fucking him myself.
And how long before I’d get to feel the rest of my men? I didn’t care if I was knotting them, or being knotted. I wanted all of them, and now I knew I could have them.
“More… Yes… Alpha…” Words tumbled from Micah’s lips as I pounded into him.
“You feel so good,” I growled. “Your ass is perfect.”
“Please,” he begged. “Knot.”
“Do you need it, omega?” I rumbled, bottoming out and grinding into him.
He nodded, panting and bracing his arms against the back of the couch.
“Let me know if it’s too much.”
“I won’t break,” he declared with a sarcastic tone.
“Is that a challenge?” I teased, circling my hips and making him gasp.
“Yes!”
I half-growled, half-laughed as I pulled out and slammed in again, earning another cry of pleasure from him.
I was too close to fuck Micah hard for long, but I could tell that he was on the edge too. All I had to do was hold out a few seconds longer than him. I held his hips tight and focused on making him come.
“Yes,” Micah sobbed. “Yes! More!”