Page 173 of Deadly Sweet

“Yeah?” I ask, walking over. She’s dressed like someone fromThe Dukes of Hazzardin a pair of short jean shorts and a crop top that ties in a knot under her breasts. Her hair is down in curls, and she kind of reminds me of Daisy Duke, which has my cock standing at attention like it did when I had my teenage boy crush on the girl who played her in the TV show.

Licking my lips I let my eyes wander over her, stopping at her ass as she bends over to rack the balls.

I wish it were my balls she was touching right now.

I’m so horny for my Omega, I’m making corny stupid jokes to myself. Fuck.

It’s been a whole... three hours? Yeah, three hours since I’ve been inside her and frankly, I think that’s a little too long for my liking.

Honestly, I’m not sure why we’re about to play pool when all I wanna do is lay her on the table and give her my stick.

Yup, I’ve officially gone stupid.Stupid for her. Fuck.

“Caleb?” Her laugh brings me out of my thoughts. I shake my head and blink up at her.

“Huh?”

She walks over to me with a big grin. “You're such a horn dog.” She laughs, reaching down and gripping my erection that's painfully pressing against my jeans. I grunt and roll my hips.

“For you,” I huff out. “Always.”

“You didn’t even pay attention long enough for me to tell you my idea,” she tsks. “Naughty boy.”

“Punish me,” I groan, trying not to cum in my pants as she starts to slowly stroke me over my jeans. “I've been a bad, bad boy. Spank me, slap me, spit on my face.”

Okay, where the hell did that come from?

She pauses, her eyes filling with heat as my cheeks turn into an inferno.

But she doesn’t laugh, judge, or make me feel stupid for what I said. Nope, her candy apple scent fills the room, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to the point that it bleeds to keep myself from cumming.

“Caleb,” she says in a husky voice. “Stop distracting me.”

“Sorry,” I pant out. God, I’m so turned on my cock hurts. My Omega makes me feel like I’m popping Viagra like they’re Pez candies with how the damn thing never goes down.

It’s a good thing my girl loves to fuck. Her appetite for sex is insatiable. I know Omegas are typically like that. But Savannah gives us a run for our money.

When she gets poor Leroy alone, the man comes out of the room like he went to war with all the scratches, bite marks, and the way he can hardly walk.

He doesn’t complain, just thankful he has us when he can’t go anymore.

Poor guy is dreading her heat. Not because he doesn’t want to be a part of it, but because he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to fulfill that role.

He opened up to us the other week with his concerns, but we assured him he would be fine. I may have done a bunch of research and bought a fuck ton of sex toys to help him. I even got him a strap-on knot.

I also may have sent him a link to a porn video showing a Beta fisting an Omega and using his hand as a knot.

He looked both turned on and terrified. Me? I’m encouraging him to do it because I’d fucking love to see our girl cum all over his arm as he fucks her with it.

“Caleb!” Savannah’s voice is firm, but not as firm as the grip she has on my cock. “Pay attention!”

Shit. Did I drift off again?

“Sorry,” I grunt. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

She huffs and lets go of me. I nearly whimper at the loss and beg her to come back and touch me again.

“We’re going to play a different type of pool.” She leans against the table with a smirk. “Think of it like strip poker, but instead of cards we’re playing with balls!”

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