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“Saheime!” She screamed as her body tightened. Brooke wrapped her legs around my head trying to keep me in place, pressing me exactly where she needed me.

I lifted her so she could ride my face, with her only able to hold on to my head. I lowered her quickly onto my tongue, then lifted, imitating how she’d ride my shaft. Except, it was tongue that had her shivering and quaking.

“How… oh… what… shit!” She swore.

Now I was in pain… I held her up with one hand, used my other to unbutton my jeans, free my erection so it could breathe. Better, I focused on my task. Creamier, I stroked her slower to keep her pending orgasm coming closer to release.

Brooke was making all kinds of sweet sounds as I worked. They encouraged me to bounce her harder onto my face, taking more of my tongue, allowing my lips to also kiss hers as they hit the rest of my mouth.

Brooke grew louder. My actions became wilder, more punishing. And then she gushed into my mouth, letting free the sweetest cocktail I’ve ever drank. I came at the taste of her, unable to stop myself. Addicted to her flavor, I wanted more. I twirled my tongue and again she gushed.

“Mmm…” I growled. Coming again.

“Please!” She screamed.

I raised her from my mouth, and pulled her back down faster… harder… and then moved my tongue firmly against her g-spot. My reward was instant. Overly intoxicated by her, my body vibrated so hard that I was starting to lose my focus on this world.

“What is happening?” Brooke sagged against me. “I don’t feel so good.”

No!

I snapped out of it and focused on the human realm. If I didn’t, I’d kill Brooke. Her body wasn’t ready to travel to my home. I calmed my body, focusing on being in my shop and the world around us stopped spinning.

“Whoa.”

I pulled Brooke down to my chest, cradling her and panting hard.

“Sorry about that.” I looked around nervously. That was much too close for my liking.

“Bathroom.” Brooke blurted before she dived from my arms and ran to the bathroom.

I sighed, knowing she’d be in there for a while. The dimension shifting was too intense for the human body. I switched my focus to the mess on the floor that I’d made. Going to the closet, I focused on that task after I fixed my pants.

Well, at least now she could focus when she came out. The orgasms she had plus my saliva should keep the heat away long enough for us to talk. And trust me, there was plenty to say.

CHAPTER THREE

SAHEIME

Thirty minutes later, Brooke emerged from the bathroom looking better than when I’d retrieved her. After she was finished throwing up, she’d taken another shower. The towel was wrapped around her hair and she was wearing my shirt.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“For now. I can tell it’s not done.” She looked at me with a weird expression that I couldn’t read.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Trying to figure out how we went from being strangers to you tongue fucking me in the air.”

“Do you always use such vulgar language?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I say what I need to.” She shrugged. “That bother you?”

“Just not appropriate for a queen.” I said simply.

“Good thing I’m just a little ol’ Omega then.” She scoffed.

“Maybe.” I cleared my throat. “Can I look at your body?”