I begin to stand up, ready to get a towel and clean her, but she motions with her hands. “Wait, come here,” she says. “Let me make you come.”
My inner Alpha howls in delight.
“Only if you want to,” I say, desperate to keep my tone even.
I don’t want her to feel obligated.
“Get over here,” she breathes. “I’ve wanted to have your cock in my mouth for weeks, now.”
My brain misfires at her words, but my inner Alpha takes over.
I stand by the edge of the bed near her head, and she sits up and scoots to the end of the mattress. Her pupils are huge when she looks up at me, and her face is flushed with arousal. When she reaches out to rub her palm against my jeans, her mouth falls open.
“I forgot how huge you are,” she says, grinning.
I don’t know how to respond to that. Instead, I let out a moan as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls my cock free, hard and leaking.
“You’re already half knotted,” she whispers. “You already tried to knot the air because you liked eating me out that much?”
Before I can answer, her mouth is around the tip of my cock, and I let out a choked shout. Her mouth is wet, warm, and when she hollows out her cheeks, tighter than hell.
“I’m not going to last,” I try to warn her. “You don’t have to?—”
Then, she purposely takes me as deep as she can, pushing my length down her throat, trying to fit my knot in there.
It’s all it takes.
With a low, deep moan, my cum shoots into her mouth, my knot swelling, making her gag.
When I try to pull out, to let her breathe a little, she keeps me there, purposely swallowing around the bulge. Rope after rope of cum shoots into her mouth, and she only releases my cock to suck in a breath before slurping on the head.
It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and when I’m finally done coming, she opens her mouth to show it to me on her tongue, then makes a show of swallowing.
I think I’ve died.
“I don’t think you’re real,” I tell her. “I think…I think I’m hallucinating.”
She laughs. “I’m very real,” she says. “I promise.”
Black spots dance around the edges of my vision, and I dizzily sit on the bed, looking at her disheveled form.
I love you.
Now would not be the best time to tell her that, so I keep the admission silent for now.
But I hope she can somehow see it in my eyes.
Once the dark spots have faded and I feel halfway lucid again, I retrieve a washcloth and clean the both of us up. After, we cuddle in the pack bed, her making cute, delighted noises as she buries herself in all the blankets. We end up in a similar position as we did the night before, her head on my chest with a leg draped around me. Buried in blankets that smell like us, I sigh contentedly.
“That was the best house tour ever,” she declares, and I smile.
“I’m glad you liked it. I hope you didn’t feel obligated at the end?—”
“Logan, no. I enjoy pleasing you, just like you enjoy pleasing me,” she promises. “Did you feel obligated to eat me out?”
“Absolutely not. It was my divine calling.”
She cackles. Her happiness, her laughter is better than any other sound she could make, even when she’s screaming in pleasure with my head between her legs.
