Page 41 of Chosen Beta

I strip out of my long-sleeved shirt, and he tugs on my hand to pull me around to face him.

The kiss he plants on my lips throws me off balance, but his arms keep me from falling.

It’s exactly what I’ve been craving since he left.

That lightheaded feeling like I’m floating on a fucking cloud while he’s holding onto me, keeping me from flying further away. It’s intoxicating, and I get it every single time we kiss.

My desire for more intimate physical touch grows from that feeling, spiralling out over my body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

My slick comes in, soaking through my underwear.

My perfume is triggered, ready to sweat out onto his sheets so he can never forget he had me here, in this bed that isn’t familiar, so far away from the place we call home.

He breaks the kiss to breathe in deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he groans at the taste of my scent on the air.

I can’t keep the smirk from my lips. He always forgets how utterly intoxicating my perfume is.

His cock is straining against the front of my pants, the wet tip leaving a sticky trail at my waistband. I undo my pants, staggering as his arms move from my back to my sides.

“Turn around,” he orders, his voice taking on a hoarse quality.

Oh, yeah, it’s beenwaytoo long since he felt his knot inside me.

He needs me as desperately as I need him now.

“I’ll turn around,” I tell him. “On the agreement that you’ll never make me wait three weeks to have your knot inside me ever again.”

He groans. “I’m sorry. I’ll never leave for this long again.”

I don’t know if that’s true. It’s kind of hard to tell when he’s this far gone.

His cock is actually starting to knot, a tiny little bit, and it isn’t even inside me yet.

“You’d say anything to have me right now.”

“I mean every word. I never want to let you down again.”

I turn around slowly, and he tugs my pants down, fingers slipping into the waistband of my boxers to take them off at the same time. The sounds he makes as he breathes in the deeper perfume of my slick are absolutely depraved.

I bend over the bed, letting my elbows prop me up as he runs his hands over my ass.

He doesn’t waste much time, drawing a gasp from me as I look back to see him sinking to his knees behind me. He parts my cheeks as my pants and underwear pool around my ankles.

His tongue is the first part of his body to touch my swollen, slick soaked entrance.

He tries to take it slow, but after only one shudderingly long, deliciously languid lick, he starts hungrily devouring every last drop of my juices.

It only makes me more desperate to have him fill me with his knot.

My dick is pressed up against my stomach as he eats me out, straining to be touched.

Almost as if he can feel how much I need it, he reaches one hand between my body and the bed and wraps his fingers around my shaft.

I let out a soft moan as he starts to work my length up and down, strong fingers finding the perfect grip and rhythm so quickly that it should be fucking embarrassing.

My cum spills out over his hand and my stomach in seconds.

His tongue retreats from my ass as I recover, thankful for the lack of stimulation while I catch my breath.

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