Vanessa continues toward me. The lingerie she’s wearing has a bow that can be tied or left open. It’s open now, and her tits jiggle.
My cock jumps as they sway, and I run my thumb over the slit on the head of my dick.
Goddammit.
I want to pick her up and fuck her against the wall, which I’m not confident I could pull off in my injured state.
She smiles as she grows closer, and her eyes are hazy.
Vanessa makes it to me, and her hands land on my hips. She shoves my back against the wall, dropping to her knees.
“You gonna suck me off, princess?”
“Yes.” She nods, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
I’ve got a fantastic view of her tits, and I wish my pain meds weren’t wearing off. Then again, the pain is a solid reminder not to overdo it. If I fuck up my shoulder worse than it is now, it will take even longer to heal. That would likely put me out of commission for her heat, and that’s not worth the risk.
There’s no way I don’t look like a total fucking weirdo. I never wear suits, but the event tonight called for formal wear.
That’s not the weird part.
I’ve been standing here with my dick out, jerking off while Moretti claimed her.
The naughty little omega wraps her hand around my cock, bringing it to her lips. Her tongue is warm and wet, and she’s not fucking around. Her palm applies the perfect amount of pressure to my knot to make it vibrate like it always does right before it swells.
She’s going to embarrass me real quick if she keeps that up. I contemplated letting myself come while I was watching, and the only thing that held me back was that I didn’t want to deal with cleaning up the mess.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I grin down at her, quirking an eyebrow. “That night we playedjust the tip, you said you’d offer to suck me off but you didn’t think you’d be very good at it. You’re a dirty little liar. You’re fucking fantastic at sucking cock.”
My head falls against the wall as I groan, trying to bring my hand to wrap in her hair.
Only, I’m distracted, and I forget that moving that arm hurts like a bitch.
Pain radiates down my arm and up my neck.
Fuck.
I’m going to have to wear that damn sling the doctor had delivered. I avoided wearing it tonight because I didn’t want to show off that I’m not at full capacity.
Grunting, I swap to my left hand, tangling my fingers into her hair.
Vanessa cups the underside of my shaft with her tongue, and when she gets to the head, she swirls around my crown.
It’s fucking magical.
“You’re killing me, princess,” I tell her truthfully. I’ve never ached for anything or anyone the way I need to make Vanessa mine. “I want inside your tight little cunt almost more than I want to breathe.”
She smiles around my cock and swaps to flicking her tongue over the slit like she’s desperate for every drop of my precum. “You can take over. I might gag, but that’s hot too…”
“You sure?” I ask.
“Yup.” She smiles and dives back down my length, hollowing her cheeks.
A low growl vibrates out of my chest, and I remind myself not to act like a feral alpha. My muscles tighten as I fight the urge to really fuck her mouth, but I get braver on every thrust.
She’s a goddamn wet dream, and somehow the mascara stains and smeared lipstick make everything even hotter.
My tip hits the back of her throat, and her hold on my knot tightens as she gags. I pull her off, minding how deep I shove her on the next go-round.
