Page 30 of Sweet Heat

“Miller, please,” she groans, turning into an inferno below my fingers. Her skin warms to a level that’s impossible to ignore—a heat spike.

The time for talking is over.

Posie’s eyes cloud with desire, and my hard-fought control snaps.

“Tell me what you need, omega,” I demand, reaching for the waistband of her now-soaked pajama pants. “My fingers, my mouth, my cock.”

I offer her everything I have. I’ve been saving it all for her, never doing so much as thinking about another woman. Her belly pulls taut under my fingertips, and she cries out, clutching my arms with razor-sharp nails. Needy and whining. Just for me. The little bite of pain spurs me on.

“Tell me,” I bark, and her head lolls to the side.

“I need to come,” she begs so prettily, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“May I?” I ask, gripping her pants and waiting to tug them down. I want her with every fiber of my being, every part of my soul, my complete heart—I would rather break my own fingers than touch her without enthusiastic consent.

“Please, hurry,” she cries, resting her head against my chest and sucking in deep breaths. I still for a moment, hoping she’ll catch my scent…

But I wait too long, and she lets out the cutest angry mewl, like a kitten swiping at a lion, before shoving her pants over her hips. The material pools at her feet, and she kicks them away, revealing her bare sex. Absolutely no panties. Little minx.

My cock hardens painfully, but I ignore it, completely transfixed by the beauty before me. Her chest heaves below the tiny top, threatening to spill into my waiting palms. It’s taking too long, and I can’t let anything keep her from me.

The thin straps snap beneath my grip. She cries out as the material shreds, allowing me to gaze at all her perfection. Luscious breasts with perfect rose-tipped nipples call me like a siren song,and I catch her at the waist, lifting until those perky tits are high enough to devour. My mouth waters, and my instincts sing.

My Puff’s legs wrap around me, kicking at my back and drawing me closer, like she’s afraid I’ll leave her unsatisfied, but she need not worry. I may be a virgin, but my instincts know what to do—how to care for my omega and leave her breathless over and over again.

Slick soaks my shirt as my lips draw one sensitive nipple into my mouth. My tongue lashes the little bud before I suck hard enough to have her screaming my name, crying for more. I switch, giving the other side my attention, alternating with little nips and sucks until her nipples are red and swollen and her breasts are covered with my marks.

“Can I taste your pretty pussy?” I ask, lifting my eyes to meet her lusty gaze before sucking hard on her abused flesh. Posie writhes against me, seeking more pressure, and her mouth drops open as she nods.

“Words,” I command, needing to hear her say it. To tell me she wantsme.“Tell me you want me to lick you. To feast on your slick.”

“Yes, Miller.” she cries. Slipping my hands under her silken thighs, I hoist her up the wall and onto my shoulders.Thank goodness for vaulted ceilings.Her puffy pink pussy glistens before me—a promise land I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Holy fuck, is this real?

All my fantasies have come to life, and I almost want to take a moment to pinch myself and make sure it isn’t all a dream. But then again, if it is, I have no desire to wake up.

My mouth waters, and I spread her legs further, keeping her completely at my mercy. Her hands dig into my hair, tugging at the roots as I press an open-mouthed kiss against her core. The sugary sweetness of cotton candy is stronger here, better than I could have imagined. I dart out my tongue to lick between her folds before pressing it deep inside to find the source.

If there’s a heaven, it must taste like this.

All my years of pent-up frustration and longing finally culminate in this moment, and I lose my mind, eating at her like a starving man. There’s no finesse. All my reading on how to please a woman flies out of my head; I devour her.

Posie cries out, arching against the wall and pressing herself against my mouth. The rolling of her hips spurns me on, coating my entire face in her slippery slick. My omega's beautiful brown eyes widen, watching me. Our gazes lock. Emotion swells, filling the room as we watch one another, every gasp, every cry letting me know what she likes.

Soon enough, I find the perfect rhythm, licking her cunt, swirling my over-eager tongue over her sensitive clit, then sucking that little bundle of nerves until she shakes with need. Her eyes roll back, and her breasts bounce in rhythm as she undulates wildly. A fresh gush of slick wets my chin, bathing me in the glory of her essence, and I want nothing more than for her to shatter.

“Oh. Yes. Right. There.” Her hips jump now with every pass, her clit red and pulsing.

So sensitive. So mine.

She’s close. And I won’t be denied.

“Come for me. Come now,” I growl, then nip her clit hard before sucking the sting away. The storm of her orgasm reaches afever pitch before it breaks over her. Posie wails, her whole body convulsing with the power of her pleasure. Her toes curl, and the flavor of her slick becomes even sweeter.

Delicious.

Languidly, I lap it all like a man possessed, not wanting to let a single drop escape as she comes down from her release. Posie glows with satisfaction, gifting me with a tired smile, and possessiveness surges through my veins once again.

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