A low growl escaped my chest as I pulled her into the car after me. She sat on top of me, her pussy pressed against my hard cock.
Had I died and gone to heaven?
Tangling my fingers in her ponytail, I dragged her to me, devouring her lips. She tasted painfully sweet, an addictive flavor I could get lost in. The hand not already occupied drifted toward the lush curves of her ass that had tempted me out of my car only moments earlier.
Fuck, she had a spectacular ass.
I wanted to watch every gorgeous ripple while fucking her from behind.
Preferably while another member of my pack occupied her mouth.
What could I say? Sharing was caring, and my pack loved to share. Did she want a pack? Most omegas did, or at least thatwas the prevailing theory. Maybe she was an exquisite anomaly and we’d have to convince her.
I didn’t even know this omega’s name, but I was rapidly becoming obsessed with her. Her hands frantically grappled with the hem of my shirt. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she muttered against my lips.
I got the impression that if I didn’t get naked quickly, she would be ripping the clothes off my body. Although that wouldbe extremely sexy, Ididhave a lunch meeting and overnight visit to one of my buildings after this, and people would notice if my clothes had been mangled by a feral omega. I’d be facing questions I couldn’t answer.Yes, investors, I was railing the most perfect angel of an omega in my car while we waited for roadside assistance. Her name? Don’t know that. Don’t know literally anything about her, beyond the fact that I want to get knot-deep in her and stay there for the rest of time.
Well, if she was going to occupy herself getting my shirt off, I may as well help her out.
Peeling up her tank top took some effort because that thing wastight. She stopped me from taking it all the way off, just thrusting the fabric up so her glorious, magical, awe-inspiring tits burst free. My brain melted out my ears, my lungs froze, and my heart was playing racquetball against my ribs. Was this what a person felt like before they passed away from pure euphoria?
Tits like that should never be covered up. They were freaking works of art, and my mouth gravitated toward them, lightly biting down on one of the pert nipples. Her hiss was accompanied by a wave of the sweetest perfume.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’ll take things into my own hands,” she snarled, throwing her head back as I continued my worshiping.
Well, who was I to deny a pretty omega exactly what she wanted?
“In that case, omega, you’d better get those leggings off.” I unzipped my dress pants, lifting my hips so I could slide them and my underwear down, avoiding any delicate skin getting rubbed raw on the zipper. My cock sprang free easily.
The omega’s eyes widened when she glanced down. I wasn’t one to brag—oh, who the fuck was I kidding? Ilovedto brag. My cock was a considerable size, and most ladies loved the stretch. While I lacked the fun metal accessories that one of my pack mates had, I did pretty damn well for myself. I’d thought about getting some piercings, but I didn’t have the patience for how long I’d have to hold off on sex or giving myself a good time, which would be a recipe for disaster.
“Leggings off,” I instructed again, pleased as punch that she’d gotten distracted staring at my cock.
The omega practically dove into the space next to me, kicking off her shoes, then peeling down her leggings and underwear in one quick movement, tossing them in the direction of the driver’s seat.
Hopefully her sweet scent would linger there for a bit, because I wanted to keep it. I was already mourning its loss, knowing I’d have to pick up some neutralizer before my meeting so I didn’t walk in smelling like I’d been slathered in omega pussy. What a fucking shame that wasn’t socially acceptable.
Before I could even verbalize that thought, she was on top of me again, lining up my cock with her cunt. Ideally, I’d have taken some time, maybe had a little taste—or abigtaste, as I was pretty fucking fond of getting my head crushed by luscious thighs when my partner came—but this omega wanted what she wanted, and she wanted itnow.
She tugged my hair with one hand, the other guiding my cock, her touch scalding hot and making my length twitch.
“Fuck me,” she growled before impaling herself on me.
My mind went blank as my cock was overwhelmed with her slick heat. My whole body bowed up, and my ability to breathe flew right out the window.
Holy fuck—when was the last time I’d been ready to blow from one thrust? I needed to think of unsexy things, but that was impossible with a goddess bouncing on my cock. Every sense was saturated with her, from the desperate mewls she made, to the sway of that blonde ponytail, to the rush of peony filling my lungs. She still lingered on my lips but not enough.
“Jesus, fuck, omega.” My voice was strangled to the point I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Yes,fuck,” she agreed, bending down and nipping at my mouth, her hips never ceasing their mind-blowing movements. I filled my hands with her ass cheeks, trying to keep control of myself and failing miserably.
I bucked up sharply, purely for the pleasure of her gasp and the sway of those incredible tits. Her nails dug into my chest, the most perfect feral sound falling from her lips as I bucked again.
I didn’t mind her wanting control of the situation, because the lady on top was always a glorious thing, but I wanted to rockherworld as much as she was rockingmine. What was the point of fucking if you couldn’t give your partner an experienceto remember?
The clench of her pussy would be my undoing. How was I supposed to be a functional human being when she felt like that? I was already drunk on her peony scent and well on my way to spilling, despite my best efforts.
I growled and captured her mouth again, desperate to taste her. My room to maneuver wasn’t ideal, but I was determined to make this goddess come in my arms. If the way her breathing shifted or the squeeze of her cunt was any indication, she was ready to lose it right along with me.
