Page 120 of The Butcher

Letting go of her arm, I move my hands down her body, sucking on her lower lip as I slide them under her ass. Indy whines into my mouth as I lift her against me, her fucking drenched core sitting right over my cock, my match rolling her hips enough to gain a moment of friction. Until I’m pushing into her again, Indy’s back flat against the fridge while I kneed the perfect globes of her ass in my hands.

So perfect.

And very distracting because while I dug my fingers into those muscles, my omega wrapped both of her arms around my neck before biting down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Sorry,” she says breathlessly and not the least bit sorry when I growl. “Couldn’t help it. I haven’t seen your entire face before, I needed to make sure it was real.”

I half chuckle, half moan as I pull her away from the appliance we keep rocking, Indy sucking on my lip again, right over where she drew blood. Holding her body tightly against mine while I walk us to the island, my cock twitches again as she slides down over him, and I fucking love the little gasping sound she makes when she feels it.

“Bramley,” she groans as I keep her pussy right where it is. “Please. I hate that I’m begging you when I absolutely believe it should be the other way around, but I need your cock inside me, need to feel your knot lock us in place. I need that so damn bad, and I am not above?— “

“Not yet.” I smile when she huffs at me, and it grows when I hold her with one arm and use the other to clear every fucking thing from the countertop before I set her on top of it. “I need to apologize first.”

God, that frown is cute.

Especially the way her nose scrunches the tiniest bit.

“You’re going to apologize? You, as in Bramley Ambrose, are going to apologize to me before we have sex?”

“You seem pretty damn sure of yourself.” Not that she’s wrong. She’s very right, and she knows it as I grab the bottom of her hoodie, wait for her to lift her arms, then pull it off and start talking directly to her gorgeous tits. “How do you know I’m planning to fuck you at all today?”

Indy gives me the yeah fucking right look, then watches as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her pants and get rid of those and her sopping wet panties in one go.

“I’m not gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” She opens her mouth to argue, to probably call me every name she can think of, too, but I don’t give her the chance to do anything except hiss between her teeth.

I yank Indy’s ass to the edge of the counter and drop to my knees in front of her, my eyes glued to her face as she watches me closely. My eyes flutter closed as I breathe in her scent, the red poppies so fucking strong I swear I’m going to get a contact buzz from what it does to me.

Pressing a kiss on her pubic bone, right where that absolutely soaked slit starts, I drag my tongue over her hip and down her left thigh, collecting every bit of slick I can then make sure she’s watching when I swallow it down.

Fuck. “Goddamn, honey,” I growl against the inside of her right knee before I lick up toward that hip. “You just became my favorite fucking meal.”

All Indy does is whine.

That’s all Indy can do because as soon as my last word is out, I’m pushing my tongue inside her pussy, and devouring my omega until I’ve eaten my fill.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her body all but folding in half as her thighs slam closed around my head. “Jesus, Bramley, what—oh!”

I pull her clit between my lips as I force her legs open, spreading them wide and hooking her knees over my shoulders. Her hand flies to the back of my head, and when Indy lifts her ass off the counter and starts grinding against my face, it’s everything I can do to not come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.

So, while my omega rides my face, pulling me as close to her pussy as humanly possible, groaning and whining with each stroke of my tongue, each flick and suck of her clit, I do my best to alleviate what I can while slowing down the rest.

Reaching down to the top of my jeans, I quickly unbuckle my belt, get my fly open then shove the denim down to my knees. I give my cock a hard stroke and even harder squeeze, then shed my coat, grab my t-shirt at the collar, and rip the fucker down the middle and right off my body.

“Jesus,” Indy gasps as she lets me breathe a little. “That was really sexy.”

Chuckling into her pussy, I wrap my arms around her thighs, gripping them so they stay open, pull her forward until her cunt is flush against my face.

She tastes so fucking good.

The red poppies are the dominant flavor but just barely because I can absolutely taste what has to be brown sugar and vanilla, and that sends me spinning.

Tongue and teeth, lips, I even use my nose and chin, fucking Indy with my mouth, eating her pussy until her thighs start toshake. I lap up everything she gives me, every drop of her slick, swallowing that sweet, flowery cream, like a madman starved.

And when Indy’s body goes still, when she grinds harder against my face, riding until I feel her start to come on my tongue, that’s when I’m ready to give her what we both really want.

Breaking her hold and successfully putting an end to her orgasm before it began, I roll back on my heels then get to my feet, grinning as my omega pants and cusses me out at the same time.

“You asshole!” She whines. “I was just about to?— “

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