Page 23 of Stolen Omega

I had no idea licks could feel so damn good. He loves the way I taste, and I could get addicted to feeling this hungry desire from him. My clit is throbbing by the time he moves from my thigh to my pussy. When he rolls his tongue over that sensitive nub, I get shivers. The delicious sensation of his slow, hard licks combines with his ravenous appetite to push me to the edge of a climax.

Oh, God, he’s going to make me come.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

Touching myself doesn’t compare.

The incredible feeling that rushes through me is new and unexpected, making me tense up under his touch, and cry out in surprise and pleasure. The soaring bliss that comes after is nowhere close to how it usually feels when I make myself come with my fingers.

Russ moves quickly, getting up and licking his lips. “Give me a second.”

He picks something off the nightstand, and I realize it’s his earpiece.

Was I that loud?

God, that’s embarrassing.

Keeping our relationship a secret is really going to suck.

He steps into the other room, and I hear him quietly telling the guard outside he checked on me in the bedroom and I’m fine. I just bumped into the dresser getting ready for bed.

I cringe into the pillow at that excuse, but honestly, what else could he have said?

If we’re really doing this, we need to keep it secret until my contract is up and I can make new arrangements, preferably after I’ve taken a break from working to enjoy my new pack.

He puts the earpiece down closer to the bed with his phone and his handgun.

“That should do it,” he says, as he lays back down beside me. “But we should probably calm things down a little until I figure out how to make you come a bit more quietly.”

“Don’t even dare,” I warn him, making him smile.

“It was hot,” he admits, “but we’re trying to be discreet.”

“Noted,” I tell him. “Now, lay down on your back.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re giving the orders now?”

“Is there anything that says an Omega can’t give orders?”

He lays on his back, and I move to sit between his legs, where his cock is stretching the front of his boxers so tight that I’m kind of surprised they’re not bursting open. I slip my hand inside the slit that’s down the front of the underwear and wrap my fingers around his shaft.

He lets out a low groan as I touch him, exploring his length and wondering how good he’ll feel buried deep inside me. My pussy clearly likes that idea. It makes me wetter just thinking about it. I take my hand away, but only to remove his underwear.

The first cock I’ve ever seen in real life is long and slightly curved, jutting out from a mass of well-groomed, coppery-brown hair, with an exposed tip that’s currently leaving a wet trail on his toned stomach.

Wrapping my fingers around it without the obstacle of his underwear is a much more satisfying experience. His shaft feels warm in my hand, and it gets harder when I squeeze it just a little.

I want nothing more than to move over him and slide down that length.

My pussy clenches at the thought of it, but I refuse to act on the impulse.

This is the first time I’ve gotten to touch him.

I want to please him as much as he pleased me.

I want to make him come with my hands and my mouth.

To take my time in learning what he likes, and how he likes it.

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