Page 75 of A Pack of Pumpkins
I lean down, capturing his lips with mine. He cups the back of my neck and squeezes. His lip ring adds delicious texture while his tongue ring bobs up into my mouth, scraping along my tongue in a way that makes my core shiver with anticipation thinking about how he might use it on my clit.
More slick pours out, soaking my panties through to his boxers. He moans as the heat spills over his cock.
“Spooky Girl, if you want to wait, tell me now.” His gruff voice has an edge of alpha dominance. Like he’s just holding on.
Instead of answering, I roll my hips, and his growl could tear down the house.
He leans up and rips my dress over my head. His eyes go wide. He’s clearly let his alpha get the better of him.
“I’m sorry, I’ll try—”
I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t want you soft or polite. I want you exactly as you are. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, but if I don’t say anything, I’m fine.”
His pupils grow, eyes going black. His low purr deepens into a growl as he appraises my body.
He leans up, sliding both palms from the small of my back up my spine and into the ends of my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back. He takes advantage of my exposed throat, licking up the column until he reaches my pulse point. I moan, and he swirls his tongue before unhooking my bra and letting the material fall between us.
My nipples are already hard from his attention, and every squeeze, every twist between his thumb and forefinger sends bolts of electricity straight to my pulsing clit.
He flips me so I’m on my back, grinding his cock into my heated pussy, slicking the material between us further. Then he does something I wasn’t expecting. He reaches over the bed for the sheer scarf I’d worn the night before.
With one hand, Victor pulls up my right arm. With the scarf hand, he pulls up the other. His hot gaze pierces my soul, sending fire licking down my spine as he wraps the fabric around my wrists. He’s waiting. Seeing if I’ll tell him no. And though my belly feels full of bats, it’s just as much exhilaration as nerves.
I perfume.
His teeth bare, and he loops the scarf through a sturdy facet in the headboard. “Say stop, and we break. No questions asked.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak when the word will probably be “please” or“now”.
I test the bindings and they’re completely secure. He quirks an eyebrow as if to sayDid you expect any less?I bite my lip, my gaze shooting to the massive bulge.
He kneels, wrapping a tattooed hand around his cock through his boxers and squeezing. The tattoos along his knuckles contract.
Victor steps off the bed and pushes his boxers down, letting them pool at his feet. Tattoos cover him from chin to toes. A black snake curls up his inner thigh and around the base of his cock. Metal glints along the length. A ladder of piercings climbs along the underside of his shaft to the tip, where two silver balls stick out from either side of the head. I’ve never seen a pierced cock in my life.
Victor climbs back onto the bed, between my knees. He yanks down my lace underwear, places inked hands on my inner thighs, and pushes them apart.
“I wonder,” he says, licking the inside of my thigh, “if you’ll taste like the sweet apple pie you scent of.”
Before I can answer, his tongue passes over me, the metal ball rolling right over my clit. My back arches, waves of pleasure rolling through me. My walls contract on air, and I whimper.
“Victor!” I cry out, but he isn’t done. He swirls the ball over my clit again and again until my core tightens.
“Victor, please,” I beg, wishing I could pull his face closer. His tongue fucks into me with the metal, and I shatter—legs shaking as he forces wave after wave from me.
When I come down, he kneels between my thighs and wipes his mouth. “My good omega, coming all over my tongue. The same way you’ll take what I give you and come all over my cock like a good girl. Won’t you?”
I nod, his filthy words winding me back up.
He braces over me, sucking a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with the piercing that was just in my cunt.
Instead of lining up with my pussy, he shifts upward until his cock is in front of my face. “Get my cock ready. Lick it.”
I tilt my head and take the head into my mouth. The silver balls are cool against my lips. Victor moans, gripping the headboard so hard the wood creaks.
I pop off, licking the underside and feeling the ridge of every bar before opening my mouth wide and taking him deeper. He fists my hair, helping me work him faster.
“God, omega, you suck me so good. Good girl, letting me fuck your mouth.”
