Page 11 of Ready or Not

She doubles down, sucking me deeper. My heart races as my balls tighten. There’s no holding back as she hollows her cheeks.

My growl echoes around the room as I shove her deeper and come all over her naughty little tongue. She whimpers, lapping at the head of my cock long after my dick stops jumping.

“My God, it’s never gonna go soft if you keep that up.” I release her hair, move my hands under her shoulders, and pull her up until she’s lying on my chest.

“It doesn’t need to go down. I need to feel you inside me,” she says before pushing her mouth to mine.

Her slick pussy grinds over my bare cock as her tits press against my chest.

It takes every ounce of strength I have not to fuck up inside her.

Jesus Christ.

I’m not strong enough for this shit.

I roll us until I’m on top of her and pat around for a condom while she sucks on my tongue. Her perfume gets so thick that it’s nearly impossible to pull my mouth from hers long enough to get the condom on.

I toss the wrapper aside and settle back between her legs. She’s not just wet. She’s actually dripping slick. My forearm hits the bed above her head, and I guide myself to her opening. Her eyes fall shut as I thrust, but I study every expression on her face.

She’s so fucking pretty.

All thought bleeds away as her inner walls clench. That, or the way her perfume floods my senses and knocks out all rational thought.

I wake up early the next morning before the sun is even up. Vale is passed out cold on my chest. Her long blonde lashes fan over her cheeks as she softly snores.

Okay, so that’s ridiculously cute.

I grin, kissing her forehead.

I hate that I have to work today.

If I had anyone but Ranger to call off to, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Unfortunately, his crazy ass wouldn’t be above tracking my phone and showing up to drag me out of her apartment.

That would likely scare her.

The least I can do is grab breakfast. Then we can eat together and go over when I can see her again.

It’s a solid plan.

I carefully extract myself from under her and grab my clothes. Once I’m dressed, I make a point to pick up all the condom wrappers and actually put them into the trash can.

Being with an omega is insane.

Our level of compatibility should be intimidating, but it just makes me really fucking excited for the future.

I grab the order pad hanging out of her purse and the pen tucked into the top of it. If she happens to wake up before I get back, I don’t want her to think I dipped out.

Headed to grab breakfast.

If you wake up before I get back, call or text me your coffee and food order.

By the way, you snore.

It’s cute.

Quickly scrawling out my number, I sign it.