Page 93 of The Packaged Deal
“Well, what?” Sven bites my ear, making me wince.
“Well, get on with it, then.”
He reaches down over my jeans and grabs my pussy, pulling me up with it, until I’m standing on my tiptoes. His long, strong fingers stroke the thick material until I’m nearly sobbing.
“Get on with it?” Sven whispers. “Are you sure? Just get on with it? I want to torture you for every second you’ve tortured me. There will be no getting on with it!”
“Have you forgotten how? I can do a primer lesson for you, if you need?” I bite out and moan louder when he grabs me roughly and forces the hard ridge of his cock against my back.
“Someone might hear.” Sven drags my jeans down my hips, slowly exposing my skin.
“Good. I hope they do. Make me scream, and I’ll reward you later,” I say, winking at his reflection. But his touch. Oh, it’s so hard to think with those enormous hands stroking my thighs and stomach.
“They might yell at us to stop.” Sven dips his fingers under the waistband of my panties.
“With any luck. We’ll just hear it as an invitation to go harder.” My voice is hoarse and coming out in rough pants. My head falls back on his chest. His hard, muscled, hot chest.
His middle finger slips between my folds, and his whole body tenses. “How are you so wet?”
“Do you need omega lessons, Alpha?” I ask sweetly, watching his face in the mirror.
He pinches my clit in retaliation. I gasp, arching my back and barely able to form a coherent thought.
“I do not need any lessons.”
“Get on your knees, then.” I don’t know what possessed me, but as soon as the words leave my throat, I need him to.
He studies me in the mirror, and then grins wolfishly. “I think, perhaps, Omega, we understand each other quite well.”
He drops to one knee, spins me around, and then leans forward. I watch it all in slow motion. But the moment his hot tongue glides in-between my folds, languidly lapping at my clit, I’m lost.
“You’re very good at this,” I stutter out. “A+ for effort and all that.”
“You’re still talking, so I must be losing my skills.”
He nudges my legs apart and pushes one thick finger into me. I catch the counter before I collapse.
“I don’t think my ability to talk vs. your skills is a good reflection of talent.”
“I do,” Sven says shortly and redoubles his efforts. I rise on my tiptoes, moaning, but he grabs my hips, anchoring me in space and fucking me with his tongue and fingers.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Kandi licked me like she wanted to savour me. Sven eats me like he’s going to devour me.
I grab the back of his head, fucking his face as my orgasm nears, and then I fall over the edge, my head thrown back, muffling a shriek with my fist.
“Oh, that was delicious,” Sven purrs and stands up. He pulls my jeans off and drops them on the ground, grabs my panties, and rips them from my thighs. I whimper but watch as he brings them to his nose and inhales. When he looks at me, his pupils are blown out, and he looks like a starving man. He grabs my ass and lifts me up with one hand, while the other rips open his own pants.
“Line me up, my not virgin, hot as fuck omega.”
“With pleasure my not a virgin, excellent at cunnilingus, hot as fuck alpha.” I grip his cock, trying hard to hide my shock. He’s so freaking big. Wow! I need a better look at his meat stick.
“Nothings going to stop that mouth running, is it?”
“Nope” I let the p pop, and then I twitch my hips and sink down onto the tip of his cock.
Oh, god, he’s big. So big. Must not let him know. He grips me by my hips and pulls me down, impaling me in one quick jerk.
I whimper at the feeling of being deliciously full. It almost hurts, but I don’t even care. My slick is running down my thighs, coating us both.