Page 117 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Green,” Benedict replies, taking quick breaths. “I will come before you, my soul mate.”

“I should have known that you’d be a perfectionist.” I grin, riding his face again, before he can reply.

He’s stroking his cock even faster.

I rock my hips.

Then I throw my head back.

The power is an aphrodisiac. So is the challenge between Omegas. I don’t know who I want to win.

I sink my hands into Benedict’s hair, pulling and tugging. I wrench hard, moving him where I want him.

I flush with heat. I’ve never felt anything like this.

When Benedict’s tongue flicks across my pussy and then up to my clit, I wail.

Benedict licks more fervently, a worshiper between my thighs

He’s a quick learner.

It’s perfect…too much…perfect.

I let him up for a breath, before changing the angle. “Keep tasting me, my Foxy. Don’t stop.”

Benedict works hard, kissing and massaging my clit.

Then I grind down against him. “Widen your sweet tongue. Thrust it into me…shit, like that. Deeper.Again.”

Pleasure coils through me, higher and higher.

Benedict is thrashing side to side underneath me, scattering his nest. He’s snarling as much as he’s purring.

He looks moments from coming.

But then, so am I.

A wave of heat hits me.

Feverish, I shove the hair out of my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m too lost in the intensity of this moment to stop now.

“You’re being so good for me,” I whisper. “My perfect soul mate.” And then because winning this contest had always meant allowing my competitor to win, I add, “come for me.”

Beneath me, Benedict shudders and howls. By the way that his back bows and his hand stills, he’s coming.

But he doesn’t stop licking, sucking, and pleasing me.

The combination that he’s still hyperfocused on my pleasure, along with the vibrations of his howl on my pussy, pushes me over the edge as well.

And just like that, I’m flying apart.

I scream as I come. “Bec…”

Unexpectedly, I begin to shake. A wave of fever hits me that’s stronger than before.

Whimpering, I fall to the side onto the rustling paper, curling into a ball.

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