Page 203 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I let out a moan into Milo's mouth as Stone's skilled fingers work their way in and out of me as I grind my clit down onto his hand.
Milo breaks the kiss as I drag my own hand down his torso and squeeze the base of his cock through his boxers. Holy shit. He's massive.
"You—God—you look so beautiful," he pants out.
His jaw falls slack, and he watches me with wide eyes as I tug the waistband of his boxers down. His cock bobs up in front of me.
"Let me have a taste." I brush my fingertips up his shaft, letting them dance around the head as I tease him. It twitches, like it's chasing after my touch.
"R—really? You don't—you don't have to."
"I want to," I say, sinking down onto my elbows. The shift in my weight makes my back arch, leaving me open to Stone's ministrations.
"O—okay," Milo breathes out.
I take great joy in licking his cock from base to tip like a lollipop. He throws his head back, his hands clenching into fists by his sides. The thrill of power thrums through my veins as I grip the base and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock.
Who knew the omega side of me was territorial? Ilovethe fact that I get to be Milo's first. First and last, because after getting a taste of this? After getting to hear the noises he's making? Like hell am I ever going to let Milo go.
"Fuck," Milo groans as I do my best to open my throat and swallow him down.
I've never enjoyed a cock in my mouth more than this very moment. I'm consumed by the determination to blow Milo's mind, to make him feel better than he ever has.
That is, until I feel Stone's tongue licking up along my pussy.
A moan of surprise leaves my throat, vibrating around the head of Milo's cock. He responds by gripping the back of my head and pushing me deeper than I expected.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" He apologizes as my eyes start to water. "I didn't mean?—"
I interrupt his apology by shoving my head further along, gagging myself on his cock again.
Milo's eyes squeeze shut as the hold he has on my hair tightens.
My movements are a lot sloppier, but Milo doesn't seem to mind. I can't focus as hard because Stone's tongue is literally driving me insane. It's like he's playing my body like an instrument. He knows exactly what to do to make my body sing with pleasure.
"W—wait," Milo gasps, tugging me off of his cock. Stone pauses and pulls away from me, giving us all a moment to breathe.
A string of saliva hangs between my tongue and the head of his cock as I pant, trying to catch my breath. I look up at Milo through my lashes and smile.
I know I probably look like a mess. A hot mess, if the redness on the tips of Milo's ears is any indication.
"You—you've gotta give me a fighting chance," Milo chuckles. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna lose it before I even get a shot."
"Oh, is this your way of saying you want to fuck me, Milo?" I say, my voice a sultry whisper as I sit up onto my knees.
"I—I?—"
"I want you to fuck me," I say, grabbing his hand and bringing it between my legs. "I'm dripping, Milo. I need to be fucked."
"I have no idea what I did to deserve this," he murmurs under his breath like a reverent prayer.
"You're you," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his. "You don't have to do anything else."
He nods before he leans in and presses a sensual kiss against my lips.
I flash a sultry smile at Milo over my shoulder before I bend over, getting on my hands and knees again, except this time, I'm facing Stone.
"Your turn," I say, looking up at him. From this angle, Stone seems larger than life. Even with him on his knees, his sheer bulk and size is a little overwhelming. "You're a big giver, but it's about time I got a taste of you."
