Page 110 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Asher,” she gasps.
“Shhhh,” I say against her skin, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit. “I’m about to make you come.” I flick my tongue as fast as I can, slowly working my fingers inside of her. She whimpers and grasps at the sheets. I don’t stop until she’s moaning my name and her cum coats my fingers. Once I finish cleaning her, I sit up and stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean while she watches me with parted lips. Hayden kneads her breasts and glances at me.
“I think Whitney needs a knot.” He turns to her. “Would you like that?”
She nods.
He pinches her nipple, earning a yelp. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” she says quickly.
“Yes what?”
“I want a knot.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. “Eventually that mouth will be wrapped around my dick, but I think Asher deserves some time alone with you.”
Hayden climbs off the bed and grabs his clothes. I crawl up the bed, not bothering to watch him leave because Whitney’s gorgeous blue eyes are on my cock. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t boost my ego. She strokes my shaft with her hand, lifting her gaze to meet mine.
“Will it hurt?”
“No, your body is built for my knot, baby. I’ll make sure you’re ready before I lock in.”
She smiles. “You’re pretty confident.”
“When you look at me the way you are now, I feel like a goddamn king.”
Sitting up on one arm, she pulls my lips to meet hers with her other hand. I come down on top of her, pushing her onto the mattresses and dropping my arms on either side of her head. Precum drips out of my cock, and I tease her entrance. Her sweet and chocolatey scent strengthens. I ease into her, sucking in a sharp breath when her walls wrap around me like an old friend.
“Fuck,” I mutter, savoring the spot. Slightly rippled on the inside, Whitney’s pussy is the most addictive thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m not even all the way inside of her.
She rocks her hips, forcing me deeper inside and I groan, claiming her lips with mine. Her tongue is needy and sweeps over mine. I rock my hips side to side, loving the little noises she makes to encourage me. I bite her lip and then kiss her, thrusting all the way in so I can swallow her moan with my tongue. Whitney stretches to accommodate me.
“You feel so good,” she whispers against my mouth, turning her head to rest it against my shoulder while I grind into her.
“It’s about to get even better.” I gaze between our bodies and start to rock in and out, working her until her walls clamp and tighten.
Wrapping her arms around my middle, she presses her luscious tits against my chest. Her hardened peaks scrape over my skin, and I thrust a little harder. Her breath catches, and before she can inhale, I pound into her again. I fuck her hard and fast and her body responds; her sweet slick covers my dick and wets the sheets.
“Are you ready?” I kiss the edge of her mouth. “I want to knot you so fucking bad.”
“Do it,” she says, dragging her nails across my back. “I’m on birth control.”
I pause for a second. I’m such an idiot, I didn’t even think about that. She kisses me before I can apologize, and when her ankles hook behind the back of my legs and pull me deeper inside of her, I forget all about what she said. The base of my cock begins to swell and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, slowly thrusting until I’m swollen and we’re knotted together.
“Oh god.”
Chuckling against her lips, I shake my head. “My name is Asher, and if I hear you say oh god again, I’m going to find that fucker and rip his head off.”
She huffs out a laugh. “You can’t kill a deity.”
“Watch me.” I pull back as far as I can with the knot and thrust into her, watching her pretty titties bounce with the movement. I do it again just to watch the way they rise and fall.
Whitney grabs her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. I meet her gaze, catching her wicked smirk. “What?”
“Those are mine.” I swat her hand away and suck her left nipple into my mouth, lazily pumping into her. Pinching and tugging on the other one, I coax her into another drawn out moan. Her fluids coat my skin, and I inhale deeply, burying my head against her neck. My teeth ache to sink into her skin and officially mate her, but it’s too soon for that. She’s barely joined the pack, and she was terrified through that process. I settle for dragging my teeth over her skin and sucking on her neck, leaving a different sort of mark behind.
“Asher. Oh fuck.”
