Page 79 of Fallen Omega

Then suddenly he rolls off, pushing my head down so my ass is up.

And then…Oh, God…

He licks me.

His tongue is hot, velvet rough as it goes from my clit up to my ass. He moves, bites my asscheek and then he shoves my leg, moving, doing something under me. Everything’s hypersensitive and each touch is exquisite agony. A promise of things he could do.

Then his breath hits my pubic bone, and I moan.

The attack’s twofold.

His mouth closes on my clit and he shoves two fingers in me.

I jump with the shock, with the sensations.

I can feel the stretch because he’s moved his fingers apart, in and out and then… he sucks and licks and nibbles my clit, moving to just below it and pulling back until I’m seeking him out. And he settles into a hard rhythm with his mouth.

It’s insane. I’m on the verge when he upends everything again by shoving a third finger in me.

A high note breaks free as I come. My bodyshakes, and I’m leaping, body doing that of its own because my clit is so sensitive, it’s pain, too much. I pant.

He doesn’t let me go. Reaper starts to finger fuck me hard, borderline brutal, hitting something in me each time that rings out with a pleasure ache and then pure pleasure. But it’s not enough, and I push back, rocking into his pistoning fingers, grinding on his sucking, biting, licking mouth.

The orgasm starts again, contracting beats of euphoria as it gets bigger, bigger, and I’m singing. I’m singing.

It’s not a song, a chant of need and lust and pleasure.

“More. More. More,” I sing. “More, Reaper. More.”

It reaches a crescendo, the euphoria, and I come again, but this time I push back on him harder, grinding down like I want to smother him. The crescendo was only small and it builds and builds even as I come, until it explodes that orgasm through me. A galaxy bursting into life.

When I come down, I’m on my back somehow, and he’s between my legs, licking everything, and then he kisses me again, his tongue and lips are full of a wild taste of me and him. Finally, he lifts his head.

“That’s what you taste like. Decadence. Mine. Next time I chase you I won’t be as kind as this time.”

A thrill shakes me.

“Time to get you back.”

And I think, what the hell have I done?

Chapter

Seventeen

Reaper

After helping her dress, I take her back to the apartment, and she looks at me, big eyes, like she’s caught feelings.

I want to say I shouldn’t have devoured her. But it was a hunt, and she’s a natural at primal play.

Lizette alone made her part real.

I always play it real. Itisreal for me. But so many women play at it, and they giggle and let me catch them. Depending on my mood and interest level after the chase, I might fuck them. Some will go down on me.

They don’t interest me. What gets my fires up is the chase, the hunt, a real one.

And this, from a virgin, was incredible. I wanted to fuck her so hard, take her ass, let her see all of me like her gaze begs.

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