Rough by Sara Fields (ereader iphone txt) 📕

itself and it took everything in me to breathe through my sobs. It didn’t take long for my cries to turn into undignified moans. Without his cock inside my pussy, my slick simply dripped down my thighs. He jerked into my asshole roughly and I felt the warmth of my arousal all the way down on my calves. I shuddered hard at the realization.

I knew better than to beg now. It wouldn’t grant me mercy. It would only make this harder on me.

So I gave in. I gave him everything and my world transformed into an ethereal bliss that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out.

The fire inside me flared hot and I moaned with shameful intention. I pushed back against him just as savagely as he fucked me. He released my hair, and I allowed my cheek to press against the table, lifting my hips and taking him even more deeply than I could have imagined.

My bottom hole still hurt, but that no longer mattered. The pain had twisted together with my pleasure, morphing into one intoxicating sensation that refused to let me go.

I took him, every last inch until I was on the precipice of orgasm.

His hips slammed into mine and I keened loudly as my release crashed over me. I shuddered hard and my entire body tightened so much that a jolt of pain rattled me senseless. Exquisite white-hot bliss flared through me unabated, scorching my entire body. My toes curled and my fingers gripped his wrists as he held me in place, never slowing as he took what was his to take.

My screams echoed all around me as the wet sound of Magnar claiming my last virgin hole reverberated deep into my soul.

“You will come for me until I’m through using this tight little hole, omega,” Magnar growled and another scalding hot flame burned through my core. Slick poured down my legs as my body cramped hard from the power of his growl.

With that single sound, he made me orgasm once again. He thrust into my bottom ruthlessly, forcing me to come again and again with his cock until I soon lost track of where I was or who was even around.

It no longer mattered that people were watching. It was as if they were no longer there. Now it was just Magnar and me, my body and his cock, my pleasure and his.

I came so many times that my body grew sore and still he fucked me. As the ache from so much pleasure tore through me, there was a point when I began to fear it. With so much ecstasy, my body began to fight back.

Every orgasm started to hurt.

He was turning my pleasure into punishment. I wasn’t in heat. My body wasn’t prepared to be used so hard and so thoroughly. My orgasm ripped through my core, twisting it into a vise that rendered me undone. Each burst of bliss quickly turned far more brutal than the last.

I cried out.

Then he made me come again with a vicious growl.

And then he forced me again.

Over and over until I knew nothing but the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my asshole.

Pleasure.

Agony.

The void of somewhere in between.

I screamed.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Sobs racked my small frame as I writhed beneath him.

His grip tightened on my wrists and his thrusts grew far more savage. His pace increased and I felt his massive cock throb hard inside my bottom hole.

His scorching hot seed spurted so deep inside my ass that it forced me into one final orgasm that was harder than all the rest combined. My passionate desire obliterated every last rational thought left in my mind.

Even though my body was firmly pressed against the table, it felt as if I was freefalling with no landing in sight. My core twisted so hard that my legs trembled. My screams were wild and frantic, so utterly primal that I had trouble believing it was me.

I shook and trembled under the ravaging pleasure he forced me to take, crying and sobbing as my body clenched greedily around his cock. I tried to draw in air, but that soon grew difficult. My breath hitched over and over as I cried through it.

I suffered through that orgasm, feeling every bit the punished omega.

After what felt like an eternity of torment, my release finally began to fade, but my tears did not. My body trembled as he pulled from my tortured bottom hole. His seed dripped from me, shamefully oozing down my inner thighs.

Magnar untied my wrists and I slowly pressed my palms against the table. I didn’t move to stand up. I couldn’t.

“Have you learned your lesson, omega?” Magnar said firmly.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. My shoulders shook and Magnar helped me to stand.

“Why were you in Neegan’s study, omega?” he pressed.

I blinked several times, trying to remember myself enough to remember my part in the plan I’d put into place before this all began.

“I just wanted to know more about him. I’m sorry, Alpha,” I murmured.

Magnar’s brow furrowed and his eyes flashed knowingly. He’d finally recognized what I was doing.

“I am your alpha. You will seek out no one else ever again, omega,” he snarled and a vicious cramp tore through my punished body.

“Yes, Alpha,” I cried out and he grabbed my arm cruelly enough to hurt, but I knew he was simply giving me enough support so that I could remain standing. My legs felt like jelly and I feared they would give out beneath me at any moment. I didn’t want to fall.

“You will kneel at my side until dinner is concluded,” he said firmly, but his touch turned gentle as I wavered before him.

The bond pulsed between us and it took everything in me to get down onto my knees. He pulled in his chair and I leaned against his leg. I closed my eyes and simply focused on breathing.

His fingers petted the top of my scalp, offering me