Page 28 of Wild Omegas
She envelopes the head with her lips and starts to suck, but her tongue moves away from the most sensitive areas. Her hands begin slowly working in unison to pump my length and occasionally cup my balls.
I clench my fist at my sides and try my damnedest to make this last as long as possible. The feeling of Josie’s mouth on my cock is fucking nirvana. I growl deep which only sets Josie purring. The vibration of it slips up my cock. I can’t win.
Josie begins a slow crescendo of work on my cock until she’s got most of it in her mouth and down her throat. She hums and purrs the entire time. Her grip slides and turns, working me so that every part of my cock receives attention.
She’s fucking good at this.
“Josie,” I warn breathlessly as my balls pull up and my cock throbs.
Josie bobs along with little more than a quick nod as acknowledgement I’ve spoken.
I grip her hair with one hand. “I’m going to cum.”
She nods again and grabs my hips to hold me in her mouth. Her eyes are locked on mine.
Fuck that’s hot.
And that’s it. I can’t hold back anymore. My climax surges forth, my seed spilling down her throat. I groan a mighty roar and grip her hair tight. Fuckingfuck. My hips arch up the steps and thrust into her mouth. Josie takes it all. Every inch. Every drop. Every rope.
When ecstasy ends enough to see clearly, I draw myself out of her mouth and pull her up to kiss me. Long. Slow. As passionate as every act that’s just occurred.
I want her to know she’s safe. That she’s ours.
Ineedher to know.
I needher.
Josie smiles warmly when we pull away, and we stay like that for a while. Just basking in each other’s presence. In this pack we’re building. This… love?
We watch the sun set together, but a sunset is the opposite of what’s happening in my heart.
My heart has finally awoken. And it’s Josie who has it.
CHAPTER 15
Josie
A sheep baasin my face for thelasttime.
“Will you pleaseshut it?” My voice is a squeal, my nerves a wreck.
They’re just sheep, Josie. Feeding the animals is easy.
I came out here to help Brooks with feeding time but all I’ve gotten is bullied by just about every sheep in his damn pasture.
Brooks laughs mightily as I struggle.Bastard.He’s no help at all, not with those mischievous green eyes. “Maybe just feed them quicker next time.”
My mouth falls open. “Iamfeeding them as quickly as I can!” Just not quick enough, it would seem, for these small tyrants.
Note to self: I dislike sheep.
Another one baas in my face. I stare daggers at it, eyes narrowed, and finish filling the trough before retreating back outside the barn. Rain drizzles down from a dark gray sky. The pasture is already filled with puddles and mud from other rainstorms throughout the day. It’s made getting the food to the barn to begin with a whole process and a half filled with near-miss slippage in said mud.
I back away even farther as the sheep swarm the feeding trough. “Bastards.”
Brooks laughs again. “They’re just sheep.”
I spin fast and go to sarcastically wave my hand, but my bad foot slips in the mud and I teeter sideways. My balance is still screwed from twisting this ankle so I go down fast. And hard. My face slams into the ground and a wash of mud is kicked up along me and the closest sheep.
