I want him to know that he can submit in a new way where he is treasured.
I lift a chocolate strawberry off the plate as quietly as I can. Then I lean over to the nightstand and dip my finger in the champagne.
I run my wet finger along the length of Zero’s shaft, and he hisses in a sharp breath, arching into my touch.
I laugh, quickly lifting my finger away to leave him humping the air.
“Cruel, love.” He pouts.
“Am I?” I trace Zero’s lips with the strawberry, and his pout vanishes to be replaced with a sly smirk, before his tongue curls out to sneakily lick along the chocolate.
“Hey,” I protest.
Zero looks as satisfied as a cat who has got away with licking the cream.
“You can’t blame me when it’s that delicious. Although, not as delicious as tasting you would be.” He curls his tongue in a way that makes my pussy wet with slick.
I reward Zero by pressing the strawberry against his lips again. “Bite.”
He takes the strawberry into his mouth with a moan that I would think was exaggerated but I am beginning to understand is part of who Zero is.
I straddle his head, keeping my weight on my knees.
I lower myself slowly. “Want to eat something else?”
Zero takes a deep breath, sighing happily. “Please, love.”
Thepleaseonly makes me wet.
I lower myself onto his mouth, and he raises his hands to my hips to steady me.
Icarus would never enjoy being ridden like this. Yet Zero looks to be in heaven, as I steal his breath with my pussy and ride his face.
My toes curl in pleasure, as Zero’s tongue explores up and down my pussy, before flattening and pushing in enthusiastically. I pant, moving my hips in jerky motions, which bump my clit against his nose and send even more sparks of pleasure through me.
“That’s it.” Sweat is dripping down my back. “Work harder for your Omega.”
He doubles his efforts.
I throw back my head, running a hand down my sensitive breasts.
My skin is tingling.
Pleasure is coiling through me.
It’s too much…not enough.
I whine, reaching forward to grab Zero by his long hair and take all the control.
I drag him away, just to allow him one final, frantic breath. Then I hold him in place like he truly is my toy and ride his face for real.
I grind down on him, chasing my pleasure.
No Frost Omega should behave like this.
I would never have been allowed this control within the Alcott pack.
It’s the most thrilling sensation in the world.
