Page 149 of Deadly Sweet

“Are you gonna drown me in this perfect pussy? You taste so fucking good, Omega. Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Leroy,” I whine. “Please.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait longer and brings his mouth back to where I want it.

Panting heavily, body on fire, I look down and watch as this man ruins me. My lips part as one hand claws at his arm, the other one gripping his hair so tightly that I’m sure it’s painful, but I don’t care. I can’t think, I can’t fucking breathe as my orgasm takes over.

Eyes locked on his, I watch the heat and love that shines in his eyes as I come apart for him.

My body shakes as I cum hard, covering his face with my release. He does as he said he would and laps me up, drinking every drop of my slick, never looking away from me. Not once. He makes sure I’m watching him, seeing how hungry he is for me.

It only makes me more aroused. I need his cock. I need to cum again while he’s buried deep inside me. I need him to fill me up, to mark me.

I whimper when he moves away, missing the loss of his mouth on me. I want him back there, making me feel good.

“You did so fucking good, Little Monster,” he murmurs, getting to his feet. He wipes his face with the back of his arm. Stepping up to me, he grips my chin. “How do you feel?”

“I need more,” I whimper.

He cups my face, brushing his thumb against my cheek. I moan, leaning into his touch.

“What do you need?

“You,” I breathe out. “Your cock. I need you inside me, please. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Mark me as yours.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a needy little Omega. Needy for my cock, desperate to be filled. Do you want to be dripping with my cum, Little Monster?”

“Yes.” I nod eagerly. “That's exactly what I want. So why aren't you giving it to me?” I growl.

He chuckles, deep and rich, and filled with dominant sex appeal. I’m fucking putty for this man.

“Greedy little Omega.” He pulls my shorts back up, grabs my hand, and pulls me on shaky legs down the hall further, stopping at a door. He pushes it open, and we step into a bathroom.

Locking the door behind us, Leroy grabs my hips with a growl.

I gasp, excitement filling me and mixing with my arousal as he carries me over to the sink, placing me on the counter.

“Lean back,” he instructs, and I do. Leaning back on my arms, I lift my hips, helping him rid me of my shorts once more. He tosses them to the ground and grabs my knees, lifting my feet up onto the counter, parting my legs wide so he can see my dripping cunt.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, bringing two fingers to play with the mess of slick and cum that’s gathered at the opening of my cunt. “So fucking delicious.”

“Leroy,” I whine. As much as I love the way he looks at me, I’m horny and needy. He needs to take pity on me because I'm just a poor little Omega who needs to take a trip to pound town right now.

Again, maybe I’m being a little dramatic seeing as how its been nothing but a fuck fest back home, but can you blame me? You’ve seen my pack, you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, low and deep as he takes a step back, leaving me sitting there open and exposed to him. “I love it when you beg for me.”

“Would you love it if I stabbed you?” I growl, squirming.

He gives me this wicked grin that does nothing for my state of arousal. “No need to resort to violence, Little Monster.” He chuckles, his hands going to his jeans.

Yes. Yes, that's what I want. Come on, take that fat cock out and show me what's mine.

Licking my lips, I watch fervently as he undoes his jeans and pushes them down past his ass. But his boxers are in the way. “Keep going,” I demand.

He huffs out a breath. I look up to glare at him and find him watching me with a raised brow.

“Now that's not how good girls talk, is it?”

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