Page 26 of In Deep
“I want to touch you now, Omega,” he mumbles, his mouth still full of my tit. “Is that ok?”
“Hmmm.”
“That isn’t an answer. Use your words.”
“Yes, yes, Zane.”
“Alpha, call me Alpha when I’m about to kiss your pussy, OK?”
“Yes,” I moan as his fingers trail up the inside of my thigh, edging deliciously close to where I want them. “Yes, Alpha.”
He rewards me with a long hard suck of my breast, and then his mouth scoots down my body, kissing and licking me as he goes. His fingers stroke along the swollen lips of my sex, and his kisses halt above my pubic bone. He takes a deep inhale, groaning as he does, and then blowing it out slowly, warming everything between my legs with his breath.
“You smell so good. So fucking good. I want to soak my dick in your wet pussy, so badly, Omega. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
I tense. I want him to. I want him to so badly. But then I’ll disappoint him. I know I will. I won’t be what he wants me to be. A good little omega who comes on his tongue and his fingers and his cock.
“Trust me, Rosie,” he says, kissing at the seam of my lips with such tenderness I think I might cry. “If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. You want me to go harder, tell me to go harder. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see you come.”
His tongue prods between my folds, making contact with my clit. It’s like an electric shock. I jolt, screaming out his name. It’s never felt like that before. Just the simplest of touch, fleeting, and already it feels a million times better than anything that’s come before.
“Hmmm,” he hums against me and I buck. “You taste …” He swipes his tongue through my folds, landing on my clit and then flicking away. I whimper, wanting him back on my nub. But his tongue explores me, sweeping back and forth, circling my hole and probing inside.
The feeling is overwhelming. He’s not polite or cautious about this, he’s loving my cunt with the whole of his mouth, and when his forefinger replaces the work of his tongue, brushing against a spot inside me that has ecstasy crashing over me, I can hardly breathe.
He returns to my clit, and I know as he circles it with skill that everything I’ve understood up to now was wrong. I’m not broken, I’ve just never been touched before. Not properly, not with the love and dedication he touches me now.
Chapter 9
Ibeg him. I beg him in a way I’ve never begged before. Oblivious to any shame or dignity. I want to come so badly, and I know with certainty he can make me. I grip handfuls of the cover so tightly my fingernails pinch my palms, and I bite down hard on my lip, squirming as he holds me down with the weight of his arm and continues his blissful torture. Long, full licks of my clit, playful strokes to my pussy. Tears run down my cheeks and hair sticks to my wet brow. Slick flows freely from me, and his hand must be drenched.
“I can feel it coming, Rosie. I can feel it against my tongue. The way this precious little nub of yours quivers with excitement every time I kiss it.” He groans against me.
“Alpha,” I pant, “Alpha.”
“Now, sugar, now, I’m going to make you come. I want you to scream. Scream so every other alpha in this house can hear you. Scream my name.”
And then he flicks me hard with his tongue, hard and fast, and my world goes blinding white as an orgasm rips from my core and ricochets across my body.
“Yes,” I scream, obeying his order. “Yes, yes, yes! Alpha! Zane!”
I don’t know how long I hang there suspended in ecstasy, aware of nothing but the pleasure carouseling around my body, my ears humming and my mind blank. But gradually, gradually, he lowers me back down to earth and I open my eyes to find myself lying, sweaty and dishevelled, on his bed.
He’s undone me completely and utterly.
With one last lingering kiss to my pussy, he lifts his head and I see how his mouth and his chin glisten with a mixture of my slick and his spit. He swipes his arm across his face and flops down on the bed beside me.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, sugar. You’re perfect.”
I have no breath left to speak. I simply stare up at his beautiful face in wonder. Finally, I roll onto my side, my body still light and boneless. A wide grin lies spread across his face. He’s obviously pleased with himself, which, considering what’s just happened, is fair enough.
I skate my palm across his sculptured form, loving how warm he feels and the strength that lies beneath his skin.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I tell him as I run my fingers down to the waist of his joggers, brushing over the happy trail of fuzz on his lower abdomen.
“Then do something about it, Omega.”
I scrabble up onto my knees and he lies against the headboard, hooking his hands behind his head and watching as I tug down his trousers and his boxers. My eyes widen as his stiff cock springs free. It is certainly big, like the rest of him. Extra large and perfectly formed. A thick vein runs its length, and it curves at an angle that tells me he’ll be hitting all the right spots. The head glistens with precome and I bend down to lick it from him with my tongue. It jerks against my mouth, and I curl my hand around his base, noting how my fingers are unable to meet. He will stretch me wide open with this cock.
