His Omega's Keeper

“All right—just be sure you don’t knot her yet. I’ll check back in a little bit,” Ophelia murmured, but her eyes lingered on us for a while longer. To her, we were probably the best live-action sex show ever, I thought. Finally, though, she ducked back down through the trapdoor and left us alone again.

“She’s gone,” Jake told me. “You can get off me now.”

I made a little noise of frustration in the back of my throat. Of course I knew I ought to climb off him at once. We didn’t have to touch intimately—especially this intimately—with Ophelia no longer watching.

But I was close, damnit! I had been rubbing against Jake’s thick shaft for several minutes now. My pussy was throbbing and my clit was aching with the need to come.

“Jake,” I said desperately, looking down at him. “Please, can’t I…couldn’t I just…just stay here a minute longer? In case she, uh, comes back up?”

Understanding filled his eyes as he looked up at me.

“You need to come, don’t you baby?” he murmured.

Biting my lip, I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“I…I don’t know why but I do,” I admitted. “And I’m just so close.”

“It’s your Heat Cycle,” Jake told me. “It’s really ramping up now—of course you need to come.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This…this is all new to me. I never, uh, needed to come before this. It’s like now that my body is all woken up, it’s hungry.”

“Don’t be ashamed and don’t apologize.” Reaching up, he cupped my cheek with his free hand. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured. “Go on, just take what you need. Here—I’ll even help you.”

And with a long, slow thrust, he rolled his hips up, sliding his thick shaft against my open pussy, giving me that extra little bit of friction I’d been yearning for.

“Oh, Jake!” I moaned, rolling my own hips to keep time with him. “Oh, yes—that’s exactly what I need! Yes…yes!”

I squeezed my eyes tightly closed in pleasure but then I heard Jake say my name.

“No, little Ani,” he growled. “Look at me—I want to see it in your eyes when you come on my cock.”

Moaning, I opened my eyes and stared into the pure-gold depths of his gaze. As before, when he had taken my virginity, the intensity of looking him in the eyes was almost too much.

“Ride me, baby,” Jake told me and his hand drifted from my cheek to my breast, which he cupped before beginning to gently tug at my sensitive nipple. “Fuck yourself on me—it’s okay.”

God, I loved it when he talked dirty to me! I did as he said, sliding up and down the length of his thick cock, moaning when the thick knot at the base bumped over my aching clit and then gasping with pleasure when I felt the broad head slide down to lodge briefly at the mouth of my pussy on my upward slide.

I was close—so close—and then suddenly, it was too much. Looking into Jake’s eyes, I began to come.

“God, baby—I can feel you coming,” he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. “Wish I was inside you, feeling you squeeze me like before!”

The minute he said that, I had a craving so strong to feel him inside me, it was nearly unbearable. In fact, it was unbearable. With a low moan, I rose up and reached between us to fit the broad head of his cock to the mouth of my pussy. Then I sat down on him again—this time for real. Yes, this was what I needed, I thought as I felt my inner walls contract, squeezing tight around the thick girth of his shaft. This was exactly what I needed.

“Ani!” Jake’s eyes went wide. “Be careful! Don’t let my knot slip in! If you keep this up, I’m going to come too!”

“Come in me, then,” I moaned. “You told me to take what I need—well I need this—I need you, Jake. Need you inside me, filling me up!”

“God, baby…” He shook his head. “We have no excuse this time—there’s nobody watching—I shouldn’t do this.”

“Please, Jake!” I begged, riding him harder. I didn’t know why but it felt really, really good when he pressed against the end of my channel as I was coming. “Please, I need you!”

“God, baby—why can’t I say no to you?” he groaned and then he was spurting inside me for the second time that day, filling me with his seed as I moaned his name and rode him hard—though I was still careful not to let his knot enter me. Some part of me wanted the knot deep inside me—wanted it desperately—but I knew I couldn’t let it happen. If I did, I risked getting pregnant and I wasn’t ready for that.

When we both finished coming, I collapsed on Jake’s chest, panting.

“Thank you,” I whispered, trying to get my breath back. “Thank you so much—that was just what I needed!”