Page 25 of In Stockings
“Fuck,” he whispers, “fuck. Your pussy is beautiful, so beautiful.”
No one has ever said that before, and it makes me somehow happy. I want to please him—to please all of them—and a sense of pride swells my chest.
My mate finds my pussy pretty.
Mate?
Where the hell did that come from? But I’ve no time to dissect that thought because his lips are on me, kissing my most intimate parts tenderly, with a gentleness I wouldn’t have thought possible from such a giant of a man.
“So pretty, so perfect, so ripe.”
The tease is intense. Pressure building in my core and a tingle building in my clit. I want his attention everywhere.
“Samson,” I whine.
And he must know what I’m asking because his tongue sweeps through my folds and my back arches, my hips bucking against his mouth.
My head knocks back against the step behind me, and I slide my hands under my t-shirt, squeezing at my tits.
“Let me see,” he growls, and when I peer down between my legs, his eyes are glaring up at me, intense and dark.
“Wh-what?”
“Let me see you squeeze your tits, Omega.”
I wriggle free of the t-shirt, and now I’m naked and laid out bare on the stairs for him.
He drags his tongue through me, and I moan as he hits my most sensitive part.
“Shit, love those noises. Louder, Omega. Let's wake those other arseholes up and show them what they’re missing.”
He repeats the action, flicking the tip of his tongue right against my nub.
I moan again.
“Louder, Omega. There’s a good girl.” He flicks me again. I squeal. “Better. But you’re not playing with those tits. And they’re such pretty tits, too.” he flicks me twice in quick succession, and my thighs shake around his head. “Omega!”
I paw at my tits, pinching my nipples between my fingers. Every part of my body is a live wire now.
“So good,” he murmurs, rewarding me with a purr against my cunt. It’s better than a flipping vibrator.
“Alpha!” I call out.
“Yes, I am. Yes, I fucking am.”
He kisses me hard, licking and sucking me, and I hear a door above us slam and heavy footsteps on the landing.
I’m moaning with abandon now, my core tight, my legs jelly.
I’m so close to coming, so close.
I squeeze at my tits and hear a loud growl above me.
I open my eyes, and Craig is watching us from the top step. His eyes so black they’re midnight.
“Make her come, Samson,” he growls again. “I want to see her fall apart.”
I whine, the noise spinning around the hallway.
