Page 97 of Packed in the Fire house

“I don’t know,” I hummed thoughtfully, trying to catch my breath. “But I think we need to do it again, and often.”

“You’re not going to hear any complaints from me.” She flopped back onto the counter. “Gimme a moment, then I’ll fuck your brains out, okay?” She said it so casually, I couldn’t help but bark in laughter.

“You doing okay there?” I asked, unable to conceal my amusement.

“Suddenly, I have a new appreciation for your words, when you said that I sucked your soul out via your dick,” she panted. Her face was red, and as she lay back, her chest bounced with every ragged pant, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

It had taken a while for my brain to start functioning normally again after she had put her mouth on me. Just thinking about that moment had my cock throbbing with need.

I wasn't going to rush her, though. Even though my cock was weeping with desperation.

It didn’t take long for her to recover. Sitting up, she looked me dead in the eye. “Please fuck me now, alpha?” she asked in a sweet voice, smiling at me.

When I didn’t answer, only gaped at her, she reached forward and pulled my pants down so my cock sprang free.

“Hello, friend,” she said, addressing my cock. “Are you feeling a little neglected? Shall I kiss it better?”

“No!” I said far too quickly, making her jump and stare at me in surprise. “No, it’s fucking amazing, but if you do that, I’ll explode in two pumps and be useless…”

“I guess I have to take that as a compliment.” She giggled.

“It is.” I nodded enthusiastically. “Of the highest order. I swear, your mouth could win awards, Cher.”

Lurching forward, she claimed my mouth with a kiss, humming contentedly.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked against her lips. “I’m happy to just eat that dripping, needy pussy until you pass out.”

Her pupils widened with lust at my words. “That is something for another day, but if my pussy doesn’t get fucked right now, it’s going on strike, and you won’t get to play with it again for a long, long time.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” I frowned with faux seriousness.

Sunny nodded solemnly, matching my energy.

“How shall we…” I trailed off. “I’m not exactly small.”

“Well, given how wet I am, I don’t think there’s going to be much of an issue.”

Her wetness was running down her thighs, and I was resisting the urge to get on my knees and lap it all up.

Sunny bit her lip, then pushed on my chest lightly. I took a step back as she slid off the counter. I didn't miss the way her legs trembled with aftershocks from what I had done to her. I wasn’t ashamed to admit I was damn proud of that.

“How about this, alpha?” Sunny asked, turning to face away from me, bending over the counter and presenting her dripping pussy and ass.

If that wasn’t enough, when she hiked one leg up on the counter, spreading herself wide for me, my head started to pound with need.

She was presenting herself to me. There was something heavy about the way an omega presented themselves to an alpha. No matter how civilized I tried to be, there was one thing that would set me on edge every time, and that was exactly what she was doing.

“Cher…” I moaned.

Looking back at me, she winked. Actually fucking winked.

Minx.

“Don't worry, I can take it. Please, do I need to beg, alpha?” She spoke so sweetly, I almost came right then and there.

Stepping forward, I ran my hands over the flesh of her ass, committing the feeling to memory. She was positioned at the perfect height, the head of my cock only an inch away from her entrance. All it would take was one powerful thrust, and I would be buried inside her.

“Fuck, I'm feeling on edge,” I admitted.

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