Page 62 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Where I should always be when in your presence, little bird.”
In my next panted breath, his mouth is right where I need it, right where I’ve wanted it for weeks and weeks.
Karl never liked to do this. Karl was never good at it. Karl would rather crawl through broken glass than get down on his knees for me. And yet here this alpha is doing just that.
I’ve always wondered if being eaten out is as amazing as other girls make out.
When Nate’s tongue hits my clit, I know instantly that it is.Oh my lord it is.
I stuff my own fist in my mouth to stop from crying out as agonizingly slowly he swirls the tip of his wet tongue around my sensitive nub, my toes curling in pleasure, and the pulse between my legs hammering like crazy.
“So fucking delicious,” he groans, the sound vibrating all the way to my core as he slides his tongue through my folds towards my hole and then back to my clit. He continues this steady stroke, around and around my clit, then down to my hole.
My skin tingles, the nerves in my body are electric and alive, and every sweep of his tongue heavenly torture.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I can’t help tugging it, willing him to go harder, to give me more.
He growls, deep and low and I almost come into his mouth right then and there.
“Need more,” I pant.
“Going to give you more, little bird, but I want to make you sing for me first.” I curse at him but he only repeats his growls and continues those delicious sweeps of his tongue.
When the tears start to spill down my cheeks, he finally gives me more. His tongue moving more quickly, flicking against my clit and making me buck, my hips lifting from the counter.
“Yes, baby, thrust your sweet smelling pussy into my mouth. I could eat you out all fucking night and every single day.”
I whimper and he kisses my cunt – properly French kisses it – sucking me up into his mouth, and making my legs shake around his head.
“Oh God!” I mutter, my fist falling from my mouth as I suck in air, dizzy with the sensations he’s driving through my body. “Oh God! Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“Just like that little bird, just like that.”
He pecks at my clit and the cool metal of his lip ring hits against it.
I scream out.
“Like that?” he asks.
“Hmmmm,” I moan. And he does it again, knocking the metal against me over and over and over again until I lose all sense of time and place, the sensations buzzing through my body, harder and harder, until I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t hear, all I can do is feel.
I come, ecstasy crashing through my wrecked body, tears swimming down my cheeks, my body jolting and bolting with each glorious wave of pleasure, until I collapse down, washed up and wrecked and tingling all over.
He continues to lap between my legs, purring into my folds, bringing me down slowly to Earth.
When finally I can open my eyes and breathe again, he stumbles to his feet.
His face is still covered in cake, although now there’s my slick and his spit making a mess of his chin.
He licks at his lips and shakes his head.
“Shit, that was no good,” he mutters, frowning.
I scrabble up onto my elbows.
“Wh-wh-what?”
Did I do it wrong? Did I taste wrong? Did I squeeze his head between my thighs when I came? Was I too loud?
