Page 43 of Hired for Research
“So wet for me.”
Adding a second finger, he rubbed through her folds, moving higher until he found her little bud. Circling it, he pinned her hips to the bed when she tried to chase the sensation.
“Not yet, baby. I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Scooting further down her body, he sat up to finish yanking her tights off, tossing them over his shoulder as her legs spread wide for him on a whimper. She wanted him there just as bad as he did, and he settled between her thighs with another groan.
“You smell so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He looked up to see her staring down her body at him, lips parted, and pupils dilated, a flush on her cheeks. Holding her gaze, he used his thumbs to part her lips, lowering his mouth until he hovered just above her sex.
“Do you want me to have a taste? To lick all this glaze from your pretty pussy?”
He flicked his tongue out, barely touching the top of her slit before pulling it back. Evelyn’s hips bucked, a whine pouring from her throat.
“Tell me, omega. Tell me to taste you.”
Baring her teeth, she tried to raise herself to his mouth once again. When she failed, she let out a low growl and glared into his eyes.
“Fuck tasting. Eat me.”
He didn’t think he could get any harder, but another surge of blood rushed to his dick. Every heartbeat brought a pulse of pain, his balls drawn up tight to his body and threatening to spill already.
Somehow in the haze of his rut, doing exactly as she ordered seemed the perfect punishment. Dropping his mouth to her cunt, he swirled his tongue around her clit before thrusting it into her opening.
Evelyn’s back arched as she threw her head back, her gasp filling the room before she let out a cry of pleasure. Wrapping an arm around her thigh, he pressed his hand to her belly to hold her in place as he licked and sucked from the top of her slit down to her puckered rosebud. He nibbled on her outer lips, raking his teeth along the inner petals and even over her pearl, making her thrash in his hold.
Her cries grew louder, her hands buried in the blanket beneath them as her core began to flutter. Waiting until the jerking of her hips grew erratic, he sucked her clit into his mouth and thrust a finger into her at the same time, making her arch and scream as her channel clamped down on the invading digit.
Lapping up her release, the last of his control snapped.
19. Evelyn
Her chest heaved as she desperately tried to suck in air. The room spun around her, her entire body tingling, and the only thing holding her to reality was Jett’s hand on her belly and his tongue on her cunt.
“Oh, my—”
She was cut off as Jett flipped her onto her front, his growl sending tremors up her spine as he jerked her hips into the air. Gasping into the blanket, she tried to shake off the aftershocks of her orgasm so she could focus on what was happening.
“Jett.”
His name was a plea, met with a snarl before the steady growl took over again. A finger was thrust into her core before a second joined it, working her channel and sending sparks along her nerves.
Pulling her arms beneath her, she tried to push up onto her hands, but a large hand wrapped around her nape, holding her upper half down as his other hand continued to thrust in and out of her. Whining and wiggling earned her nothing but Jett curling his fingers inside her, pressing along her walls until he found the spot that made her legs tremble and each breath leave her on a squeak.
“Please, please!”
She’d been going to beg him to stop, to give her a chance to recover, but his stroking had her core twisted so tight she could feel every heartbeat pulsing through her entire body. Her clit was a livewire, the tiniest touch would set her off, but he avoided the little button as if he knew exactly how close she was.
“Please what, Evelyn? Does my greedy omega want to come again?”
“Yes! Yes!”
Her cries were muffled by the bedding, Jett’s steady pressure on the back of her neck making her feel completely at his mercy. As intimidating as the thought had been whenever she considered submitting before, it felt right with Jett. He was strong and protective, sweet, yet still dominant enough for her body to respond.
And he played her as if they’d shared a bed a thousand times.
Scissoring his fingers through a couple more thrusts, he stretched her until he could add a third finger. Three of her own had never been enough during the heats she’d spent along, but his thick digits made her feel stuffed, and when he curled them inside her again she felt a gush of slick rush from her to run down her thighs.
