To ruin an Omega Nov Chapter 294: WOLO 2 (M)

Chapter 294: WOLO 2 (M)

FIA

My mouth went dry. He was bigger than last ti. And last ti had been a mouthful.

He kicked his clothes away and they joined mine at the bottom. Now we were both naked in the pool, the water lapping around us, and the sun painting everything gold and orange.

"Co here," he said.

He pulled

against him. Skin to skin with nothing between us. The contact was electric. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like fireworks.

He kissed

again. This kiss was different. Hungrier. More desperate. His tongue invaded my mouth and I t him stroke for stroke. Our teeth clashed. Our breaths mingled. It was ssy and perfect.

His hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, then between my legs from behind. His fingers found my entrance and he pushed one inside.

I gasped into his mouth. The intrusion was sudden but not unwelco. He added a second finger, stretching

like he was preparing .

"So wet," he murmured against my lips."I hope it’s not the pool."

I wanted to snap back with sothing witty but his fingers curled inside

and hit a spot that made my vision white out. All I could do was moan and grip his shoulders for support.

He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in maddening strokes. The pleasure built fast. Too fast. I could feel myself climbing toward sothing enormous.

"That’s it," he encouraged. "Let go, Fia. Co on my fingers."

His words pushed

over the edge. The orgasm crashed through

in waves. My inner walls clenched around his fingers. My whole body shook with the force of it.

He worked

through it, his fingers never stopping until I was boneless against him.

When I finally ca down from the high, I opened my eyes and found him watching . His eyes were dark, hungry and full of promises.

"I need to be inside you," he said. It wasn’t a request.

"Yes," I breathed. "Please."

He lifted

slightly in the water. The buoyancy made it easier. He positioned

at the edge of the pool, my back against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Hold on to the edge," he instructed.

I reached back and gripped the pool’s edge behind . The position arched my back and thrust my breasts forward. Cian’s eyes darkened even more at the sight.

He positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock pressing against , seeking entry.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

We both groaned. The stretch was intense. He was indeed much bigger than last ti and he did more than fill

completely. The water provided so resistance but also so help, making everything feel different and heightened.

He stayed still for a mont, letting

adjust. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths ca in short gasps.

"Move," I finally said. "Please move."

He pulled out slowly then thrust back in. The angle was perfect. With

balanced on the edge and him standing in the water, he hit spots inside

I didn’t know existed.

He set a rhythm. Slow at first. Rolling his hips in a way that made

see stars. Each thrust drove

higher up against the pool wall. Each retreat made

whimper at the loss.

"Faster," I begged.

He obliged. His hips snapped forward harder. The water splashed around us with each movent. The sound was obscene and fucking perfect.

My grip on the pool edge tightened. I needed the leverage to et his thrusts. To take him as deep as possible.

One of his hands ca up to cup my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, pinching it just hard enough to send a curious mix of pleasure and pain racing through .

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?"

His dirty words made

clench around him. He groaned at the sensation.

"Answer , Fia."

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, I was made for this. Made for you."

"That’s right. You’re mine. All mine."

He thrust harder and he hit the strokes faster. The angle shifted slightly and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside

with every stroke.

I cried out. I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too much. Too intense.

"Let them hear," Cian said. "Let everyone know who makes you feel this good."

His words stripped away the last of my inhibitions. I stopped trying to be quiet. Stopped trying to maintain control. I just let myself feel.

Every thrust sent

higher. The pleasure built in my core like a coiling spring. Tighter and tighter until I thought I might break from the tension.

"Cian," I moaned. "I’m close. So close."

"I can feel it. You’re squeezing

so tight." His hand left my breast and slid down between our bodies. His thumb found my clit and pressed down.

That was it. The thing that undid . I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through

like lightning. My whole body convulsed. My inner walls clamped down around him so hard he cursed. I scread his na. I didn’t even care who heard. I didn’t care about anything but the pleasure consuming .

He kept thrusting through my orgasm. Drawing it out until I was sobbing. Until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes from the intensity.

"One more," he demanded. "Give

one more, Fia."

"I can’t," I gasped. "It’s too much."

"You can. And you will."

His thumb never stopped moving on my clit. His cock never stopped hitting that perfect spot. The pleasure never let up.

And sohow, impossibly, I felt another orgasm building. This one ca from sowhere deeper. Sowhere primal.

"That’s it," he encouraged. "I can feel it. Let go for

again."

His hips moved faster. Harder. The water churned around us. The pool deck was getting soaked from the splashing but neither of us cared.

The second orgasm hit

like a freight train. Bigger and more intense than the first. My vision went white. My hearing cut out. All I could do was feel as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over .

I felt myself gush. I felt wetness flood out of

that had nothing to do with the pool water. I was squirting. Actually squirting on his cock.

Cian groaned long and low. "Fuck, Fia. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect."

His thrusts beca erratic and less controlled and that was when I knew he was close.

"Co inside ," I managed to gasp. "Fill

up, Cian."

My words pushed him over the edge. He thrust deep one last ti and held himself there. I felt him pulse inside . I felt the warmth of his release filling

up.

He groaned my na like a prayer. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.

We stayed like that for a long mont. Both of us trembling. Both of us trying to catch our breath. The water lapped gently around us, suddenly calm after all the turbulence.

Finally, he pulled out. The loss made

whimper. He gathered

in his arms and held

close, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded against his shoulder. I was more than okay. I was floating. Completely boneless and satisfied in a way I’d never been before.

"That was..." I couldn’t find words.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was."

We stayed in the water a while longer. Just holding each other. Letting our bodies cool down. Letting reality slowly seep back in.

Eventually, Cian pulled back enough to look at . His hand ca up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my cheekbone.

"I love you," he told .

"I love you too," I confird.

He smiled then and kissed . This kiss was soft and sweet. It felt like a promise of more to co.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked around at the disaster we’d made. Our clothes were scattered at the bottom of the pool. The deck was soaked. We were both thoroughly debauched.

"We need to get those clothes," I said.

"Later," Cian said. "First, I want to hold you a little longer."

So I let him. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow, feeling his arms wrap securely around .

I hated that eventually we’d have to get back to reality. Brutal as it was.

I hated it so much.