Page 55 of Excess

No, she was fine. Just eager.

I gently tugged her head back so she was looking at me upside down.

“Look at you,” I sighed in mock disappointment. “Cock drunk already. You make this embarrassingly easy.”

“Sorry, alpha.”

“No, you’re not.”

Inika’s smile turned wicked. “No, I’m not.”

With another put-upon sigh, I released her, pumping soap into my hands so I could massage the handprints off her ass. Unfortunately, her entire bathroom was basically an Om-Guard product catalogue, but any scent I washed away with the soap I’d soon have back again once I got her perfuming.

The moment she was clean, I dropped to my knees behind her, roughly grabbing her cheeks and licking her dripping cunt from behind.

“Blake!” Inika shrieked, her hand slapping the wet tile again while she pressed her pussy back against my face. “Oh my… Yes. Keep doing that.”

Her slick soaked my chin as she came, and it would have been easy to wash it off but I didn’t want to. I wanted to wear her scent on my skin like a badge of honour.

“Nest,” Inika rasped, fumbling for the shower lever and slamming it down.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very.”

She threw me a towel, hastily drying herself off before grabbing my hand and tugging me back towards her room.

I hadn’t noticed it when we’d come in, but from this angle, there was very clearly something buried in the nest that wasn’t a jewel-coloured cushion or linen sheet.

Inika let out a muffled squeak as I pushed a cushion aside to pick it up.

“What’s this?” I asked, casually turning the electric-blue dildo over in my hands and making a show of examining the suction base.

“Dildo,” Inika mumbled, the perfume of her desire loudly making its presence known.

“Speak up, princess. I can’t hear you.”

She cleared her throat. “It’s a dildo.”

“Is it now?” I hummed, wrapping my hand around the thick base, my middle and thumb barely touching. I raised an eyebrow at Inika, enjoying the way her thighs clenched. “This is very thick, Inika. Is your cunt really so greedy?”

She bit down on a faint moan, dark eyes taking on that hazy, needy look they had when she needed a good fucking.

“Yes.”

“Interesting. What about your greedy throat, hm? Can you take it?”

She nodded, standing up on wobbly legs and taking the thick toy from my hands. Like the good girl she was, Inika immediately lifted it to her lips.

I sighed heavily, shaking my head. “It has a suction base, Inika.”

She blinked at me before lowering herself to her knees, cheeks flushed and a trail of slick running down her inner thigh as she glanced at the hardwood floor. She looked up at me for approval and I shook my head again.

“Where…?” Inika asked hesitantly, glancing around the room.

“The mirror.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. It did spectacular things to her breasts.

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