“Shh,” he purrs. “I got you, Kitten.”
My eyes roll back, hands clenching at the sheets when his tongue meets my pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, thighs clamping against his head.
I’m already overly sensitive from the first orgasm, so every lick of his tongue has me gasping for air.
But, true to his word, Sloane shows me just how magical his tongue really is.
The way he works me over has another orgasm building quickly. With every swipe of his tongue, the way he sucks my clit into his mouth, and how he nibbles down just enough to make me squirm, has stars exploding behind my eyelids and throughout my body.
Over and over again, he has me gushing slick, coating his mouth and tongue.
The sounds he makes are filthy and so damn hot.
He grunts and growls, feasting on me like a starved man.
It’s when he thrusts two fingers inside me a few times, then curls against my sweet spot, that has me cumming hard around his fingers, his lips still wrapped around my clit.
My back arches off the bed, hands shooting out to grab at his hair. I know I’m pulling his hair roughly, but he only snarls like an animal and works his fingers faster as a powerful climax rips through me.
I’m a shaking mess as I fall apart, cumming hard. So much slick pours out of me that I’m practically drowning the poor man.
He doesn’t seem to be complaining, a deep rumbling growl of satisfaction adding vibration to my already sensitive clit, making the orgasm last longer.
I’m gasping for breath, the air knocked clean out of my lungs to the point I see stars and pass out for a second.
My body is buzzing with pleasure when my muscles finally unwind, allowing me to relax into the bed.
I open my eyes when Sloane pries my thighs apart. He looms over me like a fucking god, his hand working over his cock, every muscle in his body straining with each stroke.
“Fucking hell,” I whimper, the sight so damn erotic.
His eyes lock on mine, lips parting, and then he’s cumming. My attention flicks down to where he’s squeezing his knot as he angles his cock towards me. Thick ropes of cum cover my stomach and breasts, even a little bit dripping onto my pussy.
He coats me in his cum, and I perfume like crazy.
His lips twitch at the side, chest heaving. “Hmmm,” he hums as the last spurts of cum hit me. “Does my Kitten have a cum kink? Does she like being marked all over by her Alpha?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my body feeling like jelly.Why am I so damn tired now?
Does being pregnant mean needing a nap after two orgasms? That's no fun.
“I’ll remember that for later.”
He leans down and kisses me softly. I sigh happily, lids growing heavy.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“For what?”
“For blessing me with the privilege of touching and tasting you, but also for making me yours, Kitten.”
“You’re welcome.”How do these men make me feel this good?Three amazing men, and they’re all mine.
He pulls back and chuckles. I can’t see the look on his face, sleep demanding to take me under.
“Sleep, Kitten.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll clean you up.”
