Page 13 of Pucking the Enemy

Her whimpers increased, and with one hand, I tangled my fingers in the hair at the back of her neck, holding her in place. I wanted nothing more than to grip her there as I fed her my cock, but all in good time. My other hand rested on her hip, helping her seek friction on my cock.

Her slick saturated my jeans, and it was the best trophy an alpha could ask for. I was never going to wash them.

“Please,” she begged against my lips, her voice whiny and full of need.

Who was I to deny her?

“How do you want us?” I asked, pulling back. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips swollen from kissing.

She was stunning.

Her brow furrowed as she looked between us, biting her lip, indecision clear on her face.

“It’s your choice, sweetness. It’s all about you.”

“I… can I see it?” she asked me, her face blushing as she spoke. I wanted to groan at how adorably innocent she looked asking to see my cock.

In one swift movement, I flipped us so she was pressed against the couch cushions. Standing slowly, I undid my belt as she watched with hunger in her eyes.

I had forgone underwear at the party, so as I opened the fly, my cock sprang free.

“Holy crap!” she choked, gazing at my length, which was studded with piercings, with wide eyes.

“Jacob’s ladder.” I smiled down at her. She scooted forward, so she was sitting on the very edge of the couch, her lips dangerously close to my cock.

Reaching out, she gently grazed her fingers over me. My cock jumped at the featherlight touch.

“You’re not going to hurt it,” I assured her.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving my cock as she took it in a slightly firmer grip, giving it a few experimental pumps.

Heat exploded across my skin. I was no stranger to sex, but this omega had me nearly ready to come with a few flicks of her wrist.

A wave of slick filled the air, and I was desperate to taste it, but I also didn’t want her to stop touching my cock. She was fascinated by the piercings, watching them with rapt attention as she stroked.

She was in for a treat once she realized how good they would feel dragging along the walls of her pussy.

I glanced at Phillip. He leaned forward, watching her intently. Roman was stretched out, his arms thrown over the back of the couch, settling in for the show.

“Can I taste it?” she asked softly.

Fuck me.

Had I died and gone to heaven?

When I’d left the party, I had thought the night had been a bust, and now there was a beautiful omega sinking to her knees in front of me, asking to taste my cock, looking up at me as she filled the room with the sweetest slick scent I had ever had the pleasure of huffing.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours to play with, sweetness.”

I could have sworn her eyes darkened at my words. With a smile, she leaned forward, slowly running her tongue along my length, grazing over every piercing as she took her time, humming in pleasure.

“You taste good.” She whined, looking up at me with a smile before opening her mouth and taking my entire length into her throat in one swift movement.

The shock of having my entire cock, piercings and all, buried in her throat made me jump, my hand flying to the back of her head, tangling in her hair there. It took a second, but I reminded myself to be gentle. To let her slowly adjust to my size.

Hazel was new to this.

Then again, the way she swallowed my cock like a professional made me think she wasn’t all that innocent.

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