Page 48 of The Heat of Us

Had I told him all of that?

That’s fine, he needed to know.

“I want it, alpha,” I panted.

He was carrying me now. Big hands gripping bare legs. Thighs around his waist and my pussy against his trapped bulge. I licked and nipped at his neck, taking sips of his scent and drinking in his dominant pheromones.

We landed hard on my couch, me on top. I whined when he pulled my head away from his neck. He kept guiding me further down, turning my entire body in the opposite direction. I didn’t understand until one hand unzipped and freed himself. The other pushed my face against his cock. His scent was even stronger here, mingled with the salt and masculine musk of precum. I need it in me. I moaned, my tongue snaking out to taste him.

A hard, demanding slap on my ass had me crying out, before he pulled my hair into a tight grip and forced me to take all of him in one choking breath. Yanked me back and fucked deep down my throat again.

“This is what you need, isn’t it? It’s not enough to beg me to eat your sweet pussy, you need your throat fucked at the same time. Don’t you?”

I lapped at where his shaft met his swollen knot. My tongue trailed up the veined length of him as he guided my movements. Tastes so fucking good.

“Fuck, look at you dripping slick all over me. So fucking horny from being a good little cocksucker. You can keep going for me, can’t you?”

The alpha applied pressure to the back of my head, keeping his cock lodged deep in my mouth. It muffled my scream at the first long lick of his tongue on my pussy. His hands left my hair so he could spread my thighs, diving in to drink up the slick pouring from me. His hips took over, punishing my throat while he sucked on my clit.

My omega was loving it. Absolutely loving the way this alpha was taking care of me. Building the pressure between my legs while giving me his delicious cock at the same time. Covering me with more and more of his ash and liquor scent with every touch, lick and thrust.

I returned the favour, shaking and crying out as I came all over his face. Branding him with my slick and tropical sweetness. I ground my cunt against his tongue with each cresting wave that reverberated through my body.

Clarity sharpened my vision. I pulled back with a gasp, lifting myself off his still-hard cock, my throat raw.

“Are you back?”

Remy’s voice was smothered by my inner thighs.

I scrambled to climb off him. His jeans hadn’t even been tugged down past his knees, that’s how fucking desperate I had been to suck him down. My eyes were magnetised by his shining, swaying cock and that bulging knot that made my pussy ache.

“Hazel, don’t fucking look at my cock like that unless you want to be fucked,” Remy growled.

My heat spike was over but was I sated?

Not even close.

“I…” I began.

My skirt dropped to the floor.

“Want to be…”

Moments later, my top landed beside it.

“Fucked.”

Remy pounced, throwing me back onto the couch. He covered me with his body as he undid my bra with a single pinch of his fingers on the clasp. He groaned as my breasts bounced out of them, unable to resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while he palmed the other, letting the weight of it fill his hand.

“Do you want me to film this?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.

I moaned, pushing his jeans off so I could slide my pussy against his thigh, leaving behind a streak of slick.

“Hazel!” Remy laced my name with a hint of his alpha bark and dear fucking god it made me wet. Made me want to tear off my clothes and present. Beg for him to mount and rut me.

“Yes, alpha?” I replied breathily.

“Am. I. Filming. This?”

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