God, she looks like a model posing for me.
Stunning. That body, and that position …
I move between her legs and tug her thong to the side.
Her pussy is smooth, hairless and pink. It’s easy to see her slick has been coming in since we kissed, making her all wet and juicy.
The sweet, fruity scent makes me groan as I move closer and start to taste her.
I drink down so much of her arousal that I know I’ll have to make her come to get her wet again.
Swirling my tongue up to her clit, I watch her squeeze her breasts while I lick her.
The deep moans I drag out of her lips are desperate and needy.
Her hips grind into my touch and when she starts to come, I can feel her slick coming back on my fingers. I push them inside her, opening her up.
I sit up as I get ready to fuck her with my hand.
She gasps under me. “More.”
I take it slow, but she gets all my fingers, and then, I hold her hip with my left hand while I fuck her with my right. I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment, but it never felt as good or looked as good as the real thing.
“Does it feel good?” I ask.
“It feels so good,” she murmurs. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to, until you come for me, Brooke.”
She groans. “I want to taste you.”
“You’ll get to taste me. We have all night.”
She sighs. “We do, don’t we?”
We don’t have to rush, so I take my time, and when she comes, bucking against me, pulling my forearm into her body, crying out in pleasure, I feel like a Goddess.
I made the most perfect female Omega I’ve ever set eyes on come.
Twice, so far, but the second was more satisfying by far.
She stills as she catches her breath.
I move my hand out of her pussy slowly, bringing my drenched fingers up to my mouth to taste them. Ripe, sweet cherries fill my senses. I could lick her all damn night.
She sits up and tilts her head. “After that claiming, I think you need to mark me.”
I smile at her as I move my hand down from my mouth. “Maybe we could do it together?”
She smiles. “I’d like that.”
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Brooke
No matter how many times I’ve thought about this moment, it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the real thing. All the soft kisses and touches I’d imagined are nothing compared to how incredible it feels to be fucked by Lana. Sweet and gentle to start, she turns the pressure up and makes me come like a goddamn waterfall.
I’m still reeling from that as I ask her to mark me.