Page 47 of Claimed Omega

“Well…” Trinity’s blue eyes beamed with amusement as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her chest sticking out toward me, and the faint whiff of her delicious, deep slick scent captivated me. “Maybe you should put that hunch to the test,” she whispered, her breath hot against his face.

The air grew thick with my fiery desire. My little Omega flirted with me, her moans pushing me to my breaking point. I had every intention of massaging her, but how much could any man take if the most beautiful woman kept kissing him hungrily, her lips all over his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest?

I was weak.

So fucking weak when it came to Trinity.

And I didn’t want it any other way.

I kissed her back with savage starvation, fisting the fabric of her dress and wrenching it up to her waist. Slipping my hand down her body, I fumbled with the elastic of her panties. I pushed them down her legs, and my fingers tenderly slid between her thighs to her drenched lips.

She gasped, holding onto me, her fingers tightening on my shirt, kissing me faster now, her tongue wrestling with mine. I adored the way she clutched me.

Pressing two fingers through her folds and deep into her sex, her pussy sucked down my fingers while my gorgeous Omega purred, ripping at my shirt, her kisses covering my chest. Pumping faster, she moaned louder, her teeth now nipping at me.

I grunted, my cock hard and to the point of pain.

“So, no massage then?” she said breathily in my ear as her hips rocked, riding my fingers.

“Oh, right.” I pulled my fingers out, much to her protest.

“Hey, don’t stop.” Her eyes widened, and she was stunning.

“Baby girl, I promised you a massage.” In fast forward, I ripped her clothes off her body until my Omega stood before me naked, her breasts full, nipples pebbled and pointy, and her inner thighs wet with her desire. “Fuck, I want you naked all the time, aroused for me.”

With her clothes around her feet, I swept her into my arms. The gorgeous thing weighed hardly anything. With one hand on her back, the other on the back of her head, I kissed all over her face, my lips gliding to her neck, where I drew in a sharp inhale. When I pulled back, her eyes were fully dilated, and her breaths were fast. I fucking loved her.

I snatched a bunch of towels on the way out of the bathroom, never taking my gaze off her.

She was giggling as I carried her to the bedroom, where I set her on her feet. I covered the bed with the towels, figuring Daniel would be pissed if we oiled up his bed. Then I lifted Trinity and placed her across the mattress on her back. I stripped, my cock springing up the moment he was freed. Hell, it felt incredible to free him from the prison of my jeans.

My minx grabbed him, sending me into a hissing moan at how hard she squeezed him. Fuck, but I loved it when she did that.

“Not yet.” I pushed her hand aside. “First, it’s your turn.”

Unscrewing the cap, I poured oil into my cupped hand and rubbed it between my hands, warming it up. The scent of sweet coconut filled my nose, and my muscles softened, despite my cock hardening.

My Omega was squirming on the bed, cupping her breasts, tugging at those delicious nipples.

Fuck. Me.

I couldn’t get enough of the image, and one day, I promised myself to video our fucking so I could watch it over and over.

Tenderly, I worked the oil across her thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure, her soft skin glistening. She purred and parted her legs open, letting me see everything. For a moment, I froze, staring at the most beautiful pussy in the world. Sweet pink lips engorged, soaking wet, and almost quivering at my touch.

Touching her all over, a growl rumbled deep in my throat. My fantasy had become a reality.

Working up her inner thighs, moving higher, her hips were rocking and her chest arching from her desperation. My pulse jumped in my chest like thunder. Lust burned through me, my cock throbbing the more I ran the pads of my fingers across her bikini line. Spreading her legs wider for me, I adored how swollen her lips were, how she leaked arousal.

“Please, touch me,” she begged.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I growled, unable to resist. My fingers traced the outside of her lips, then pulled them open to see that wet slit that called my name.

My girl moaned, and I had barely touched her. Her pleasure was off the charts—exactly how I liked her.

Jaw tightening at how hard it was to hold back from plunging my cock into that gorgeous hole, I slipped two fingers into her tight cunt. My thumb danced over her clit, rubbing her. She howled as both our pleasures raced as we barrelled toward the inevitable need to fuck like rabbits.

With her spread in front of me, I fingered her faster and faster, my need dripping down my dick. It didn’t take long for my beauty’s body to seize up, her scream drowning in the silence of the home. The muscles in my forearm bulged as I kept pushing into her, slipping in a third finger.

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