I shove my tongue inside her cunt roughly, enjoying the way her fingers immediately pull on my hair. She tastes like cherry and bitter almonds, the perfect balance between sweetness and snark, just like her.
“Urgh, fuck!” she yells, her legs haphazardly spread open for me.
I want to growl that this is all mine and beat my chest as slick pushes out of her cunt, but I won’t. I have to earn the right to call her that, and I plan to.
My thumb rubs her clit, and I’m mesmerized by the way it seems to swell underneath it. I’m not a saint, I fucked around before I came to Widows Peak, but I haven’t looked in another woman’s direction since I met Silva. The omega pulled me into her hurricane of energy, and never let me go.
“Play with your tits and come for me, baby. Take your pleasure, and soak my beard so I smell like you for days afterward,” I beg.
Silva’s eyes roll back at my words, and her hands roughly massage her breasts, teaching me how she enjoys being touched. My fingers push into her tight cunt, my lips moving to her clit to suck and bite down on it.
Her noises become more and more wild as my fingers fuck her over the edge, and she screams as she explodes all over my face. I meant it when I hinted that I didn’t want to wash her scent off my beard.
“Attagirl,” I grunt, moving so that she’s straddling my lap. I don’t give a fuck that she’s soaking my pants, I simply want to keep her close. “How do you feel?”
“Spoiled, because now I want more.” She purrs, kissing me.
Silva rocks over my erection, making me groan as I fist her hair roughly. She grins as her fingers curl in my clothing, her eyes hooded as her hips continue to work her needy clit over my erection.
“How much more?” I groan, sucking on her bottom lip.
“Mmm, I like when you do that,” she says as I relinquish my hold on her lip. “As for how much more, you’re wearing too much clothing, Sy.”
Silva helps me out of my shirt and her fingers move over my skin reverently, slowing over the old bullet wounds and injuries.
“I have to say, I’m glad you’re not on a normal police force anymore,” she pouts.
“Me too,” I reply, because it’s true.
Silva’s lipstick miraculously stays put as she kisses me, and I swipe my thumb over them.
“I was kind of looking forward to making a mess of this.” I smirk.
“Let’s see if it’ll stand the test of a blowjob,” she says, moving to her knees on the ground as she opens my jeans. “Are you up for it?”
“Baby, why don’t you tell me?”
I push my pants down my hips, releasing my cock since I’m going commando. It bounces against my abs, thick, long, and curved. Precum already leaks down my shaft, and my crown is red and angry with impatience. Her eyes grow large as she stares appreciatively at it before her eyes flick up to my face.
“It looks like you’re very excited,” she says. “I also don’t think you should ever talk to me about not having a knot. Your dick is perfect.”
Silva wraps her hand around my cock before dragging her tongue up the underside of it. Her lips wrap around the crown of my shaft and she sucks hard, forcing my hips to jerk upward as I gasp.
“I’ve been a very good girl, Daddy,” she says with a mischievous smile. “Don’t hold back.”
Chapter Five
Silva
Syrus’ usually mild scent feels like it’s all around me as I ever so slowly tease him by spitting on his cock and following the saliva down to his root as I swallow him down. His groan is deep and delicious as his hands get lost in my curls and his hips rise to pull me closer to his pelvic bone.
I don’t actually like to give oral. My experiences have been demeaning and soulless, because the alphas of my past have used me as a disposable cum toy.
But Syrus? God, this beta’s every touch cherishes me. His fingers press into my skull without hurting me, and I find myself wanting to pull more of those soul deep groans from him.
“Fuck, that’s the way, baby,” he gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
My fingers dig into his ass as I swallow around his cock, groaning at how good he tastes. There’s something to be said about consent, and the power there is in making a man fall apart for you.
