“You like watching your pregnant little Omega ride you like a c**k-hungry w***e? You like when I take control and make your c**k mine?”
He didn’t growl. He didn’t speak. He just shivered.
And that was all I needed.
Because I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I started riding him for real, bouncing on his c**k like it was my full-time job. The oil made it so slick I could feel him glide in and out with this filthy, wet sound that echoed in the room every time my hips dropped.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My thighs were clapping. My belly was bouncing.
And my t**s were leaking milk all over his stomach like I was marking him.
I leaned forward, panting, grinding down as hard as I could, and I said it naughty as hell.
“This c**k is mine now.”
His head fell back and he let out this low, broken so
