Page 39 of Royal Omega

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ICARRY HER THROUGHthe suite to a room with a king-sized bed, complete with four posters and a canopy. I could tie her up against those fucking poles, if I had the time. I could make her pant and cry out and slick until the mattress is ruined.

But for now, my job is to help her, not to torture her.

Well... maybe a little of both.

I lie her down on the bed. She looks up at me with wide, velvety eyes. There’s trust there; trust I haven’t earned. I swear to every fucking god on Earth that I’ll earn that look, if she’ll let me.

She’s wearing a flimsy little robe, and I pull on the tie. It takes almost nothing to release the knot and pull the tie loose, and she’s open to me, lying on the bed in a bra and panty set of periwinkle blue. She blinks up at me, scanning my expression as if trying to determine if I approve of her body or not.

I fucking approve.

Reaching down, I flick the front closure on her bra, and it falls away, releasing her breasts from their prison. I stare down at her rosy areolas, thirsty for a taste. With a growl, I fall on her, wrapping my lips around one dusky nipple, and sucking hard.

She stiffens for a moment, her hips coming off the bed as she moans. My tongue laves her breast, teasing and tickling as my hands start to explore.

Chapter Seventeen - Henry

My cock throbs as Carissamoans, her back arching against me. Lifting my mouth from her breast, I offer her a teasing grin. “Tell me something, sweetheart. Do you taste as good as you smell?”

Carissa’s breath catches in her throat. She watches me through eyelashes heavy with passion as I kiss my way down from her tits, over her stomach, and down to the small scrap of fabric she calls her panties. I reach for the waistband before glancing up at her.

“Ok?” I rasp.

She nods, and then lifts her hips to help me to pull the panties down over her ankles. Her thatch of light colored curls comes into view, and my mouth waters with anticipation. I push her knees apart, revealing her pink, slick center. With a groan, I dive in, licking from her core to just below her clit.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” I groan against her. She lets out a low mewling sound.

I blow soft puffs of air against her clit, and she writhes, crying out my name, begging me for more.

Gentleman that I am, I can’t help but oblige. I lower my mouth to her clit. She sobs and moans as I move my tongue in small circles over the little nub of pleasure. Her hands come down and clutch my head, pulling at my short hair as she lifts herself up to me.

I tease her, taste her, feast on her until her cries start to get closer together. Then I get serious, flicking her clit with my tongue until she cums hard, showering my face with her delicious slick. I lap at her for a moment, but she tugs at me, pulling me up.

“I need you now,” she pants. “Please.”

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