Page 96 of Packed in the Fire house

“Well—fuck!” Sunny hissed and jerked in my grasp as my lips found her nipples. Sucking, tugging, and generally having the time of my life playing with her.

She was so responsive.

“These are so fucking pretty,” I hummed. “You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about them ever since the shower?”

“Well,” Sunny panted, “that seems fair because I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock since then.”

I answered her sass with a light bite on her nipple, electing a moan from her chest. While my mouth was thoroughly distracted, my hand trailed down, slipping into her pants. Immediately, my fingers hit wetness.

No underwear.

“So wet. Are you feeling a little needy, Cher?”

She bit her lip, nodding down at me, her eyes glassy.

Rubbing her clit, I watched her face for every little flicker of pleasure. I wanted to learn exactly what made her feel good. I wanted to master all the information about this omega, from how her body responded and came, to how her mind worked.

I wanted everything.

After a few more strokes, I let my fingers explore lower, circling her entrance. She was dripping; there was certainly no need for lube. In fact, she was so wet, I was starting to think she would be able to take me.

Her pussy accepted two fingers, sucking them in greedily. Her walls clung to me like a vise, and I just knew that I was going to lose my mind when my cock finally got to feel that.

“Fuck! Rune!” she panted, clutching my forearms so tightly, I was convinced she was going to leave marks.

Marks that I was going to wear with fucking pride.

“Feeling good, Cher?” I asked coyly, though the shit-eating grin on my face probably said everything.

She nodded, her hand reaching for my cock, but I batted it away.

“Nope,” I tutted. “This is all about you. I want to learnexactlyhow to make you come,” I told her as I lightly massaged her G-spot.

Sunny hissed. “Well, if you keep doing that, it won’t take long.”

I didn’t doubt it. She was clenching around me tighter and tighter as she edged toward her climax. When I pulled my fingers out, she gave me a look of pure horror and disappointment.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered, an adorable pout that I wanted to bite making an appearance.

I didn't give her time to doubt what I was doing, though. With quick movements, I grasped her yoga pants and pulled them clean off, leaving her completely bare and naked on the counter.

Before she could say anything else, I was kneeling in front of her, using my shoulders to open her legs as wide as possible as my fingers returned to what they were doing, increasing the tempo.

Only, this time, I wanted to taste her as she came.

My lips found her clit and sucked.

Hard.

Fuck me, how did she taste so good? Sweet and tart, her lemon scent permeated her slick, and she was quickly becoming my favorite dessert.

The legs that were resting on my shoulders started to tremble, and I knew she was close.

“Rune!” Sunny shouted, before clamping a hand over her mouth so no one could hear her moans as she came all over my fingers.

Slick coated my face, and I fucking loved it. My facial hair was going to smell like Sunny for days, and by then, maybe I could convince her to do this again, so her scent was permanently branded on me.

“Fuck,” Sunny gasped as she slowly came down, her pussy convulsing with aftershocks around my fingers. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

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