I lean in, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard while my tongue flicks the tip.
She gasps, head falling back, fingers digging into my scalp. I switch to the other, teeth grazing just enough to make her buck against me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I rasp, pulling back to admire her. Naked now, every curve lit by the sunlight—freckles dusting her shoulders, the dip of her waist flaring to hips made for gripping.
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans, but I hold back, wanting to savor her. I guide her backward toward the bed, our mouths fusing again as her calves hit the mattress.
She tumbles down, pulling me with her, but I resist, kneeling between her spread thighs instead. Her legs part wider instinctively, her desire making her bold.
I run my hands up her inner thighs, thumbs stroking the slick skin, inching closer to her core. She’s dripping already, the evidence of her need coating her folds, shining in the light.
“Look at you,” I say. “So ready for me. Your body’s screaming for it.”
I lean in, breath hot against her, and drag my tongue flat along her slit, tasting her sweetness. She moans, hips jerking up.
I do it again, slower, circling her entrance before flicking up to her clit.
It’s swollen, peeking from its hood, and I latch on, sucking gently while my tongue swirls. Her hands fist the sheets, thighs quivering around my head.
I pull back just enough to speak, my mouth brushing her wet folds. “Your cunt drips for me, Sedona. Soaking, begging for my tongue.”
She whimpers, and I dive back in, lapping at her with fervor. My tongue spears into her, fucking her shallowly, then withdraws to trace every ridge and fold.
She’s tangy-sweet, her arousal flooding my mouth as I eat her out like a starving man. I alternate between broad licks and pointed flicks on her clit, feeling it throb under my attention.
Her breaths come in pants now, body writhing as I push her higher. One hand pins her hip down, the other slides two fingers inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her cry out.
I pump them steadily, my mouth never leaving her clit, sucking harder, tongue vibrating against it. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls clench around my fingers, her slick gushing out.
“Please,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Alpha, I need you inside me. Fuck me, please—I’m on the edge, I can’t...” Her words are desperate, Omega instincts overriding everything, her need demanding completion.
I rise up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “That’s my girl. Begging so prettily.”
I fumble in the pocket of my jeans for the condom. It crinkles in my grip as I straighten, shucking my own jeans and boxers down in one go.
My cock springs free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the length, the head already beaded with pre-cum. It’s rock-hard, curving slightly upward, the knot at the base just starting to swell with my arousal.
Sedona’s eyes widen, her small hand reaching out as I climb back onto the bed. She wraps her fingers around my shaft. Her grip is delicate, making me groan at the contrast.
“Steady me,” I command, and she does, her touch light but firm as she strokes from base to tip. Then she leans forward, tongue darting out to lick the underside, tracing the vein before swirling around the head.
She takes me into her mouth briefly, sucking the tip, her saliva mixing with my pre-cum, but I pull back, not wanting to finish too soon.
“Condom,” I grunt, handing it to her.
Her small hands tear the packet open, and she rolls it down my length with careful precision—smoothing it over every inch before her fingers press gently at the base to seat it snug against my knot.
The sensation of her touch through the latex is electric, her nails grazing lightly, sending jolts straight to my balls.
I can’t wait anymore. I climb on top of her, bracing my weight on my forearms as I settle between her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in. The head of my cock nudges her entrance.
“You ready for me, Omega?” I ask, voice gravelly.
“Yes, please,” she begs again, nails digging into my shoulders.
I thrust forward, sinking into her in one smooth motion. Her cunt envelops me, tight and velvety, walls fluttering around my girth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, bottoming out, my hips flush against hers. She’s soaked, easing the way, but the stretch is intense, making her clench around me like a vise.
