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She squeezed her thighs against me, and I reward her by moving my hand forward, and rubbing her clit. She squealed, coming all over my tongue, peaches and oranges flooding my senses. I kept licking, sucking frantically, her thighs still tense.

“Again,” she panted. “I want it again.”

Fuck, she was the perfect woman. I thrust my tongue inside her.

“Position change,” she said, breathless. She shifted so she faced the other direction. She was barely back in position when I licked up her center again. She moaned and raked her hands down my stomach.

I groaned into her, letting the vibration add to her pleasure.

She yanked my pants open. I should have protested, but I couldn’t, not when she grabbed my cock and began stroking.

I gave another muffled groan as my back arched up.

“Dear God, you didn’t tell me your cock was huge.”

I continued to lick. She could ask me for anything and I would give it to her. She grew even wetter, rubbing herself against me. “You’re so big, oh god you’re going to feel so good.”

She worked herself up again, her scent all over me. Stella rocked her hips in a slow rhythm and then licked the head of my cock.

I jerked up, almost coming right there. I couldn’t see her or anticipate what she would do next. She swallowed me down, using her hand to move up and down my cock. The orgasm built, tightening inside me, until I pressed my face into her again.

Her mouth was a glory of warm wet suction, and I arched up into her, coming full force.

I pulled her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over and over the small bud until she shouted, coming all over my face again. Perfection.

I knew she didn’t want a pack, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without her.

Chapter7

Stella

Ilaid next to Jerrick, dazed and sated.

Judging from his heavy panting, my beta was feeling the same.

He let out a deep breath, and then sat up. Jerrick grabbed a blanket and pulled us both back into the chair.

I curled up beside him, my body floating, weightless. I’d enjoyed oral sex in the past, but it had always felt like a precursor to actual penetration.

But what I’d just experienced had been mind-blowing. I hadn’t realized I was secretly craving the chance to grind my pussy into a man’s face until he gave me a screaming orgasm. But it had been hot. So hot.

I moved my hands over his chest, licking my lips and relishing the taste of his cum still in my mouth. As I looked down at his cock, I saw that, even semi-hard, he was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

Phase two—naked time—was here, my vagina informed me. Heat curled, and my inner walls clenched around nothing.

I rolled my eyes. So subtle, body, I thought. Yes, you want this man’s cock inside you. I licked Jerrick’s chest and shifted to sit in his lap.

“Ready for round two?” Jerrick moved his hands down to cup my breasts.

I shuddered. “Yes. So ready.”

“I would make a joke about three orgasms not being enough, but I think that might make you feel self-conscious.” He feathered his fingertips over my nipples, his touch gentle and soft.

“Probably, yeah,” I said, glorious pleasure building up inside me again. “I’m on birth control, even though I have like a one percent chance of getting pregnant outside of being in heat.”

Jerrick kissed my temple. “I got my yearly checkup and I’m clean, but I can still wear a condom.”

“No.” I shook my head. I wanted to feel him.

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