Page 138 of Not Looking
I’d had my ass eaten before, many times by Craig—but never during a heat. It was always incredible, but this… this was something else.
He dragged his tongue over my hole again, then used the tip to tease along the rim. Nerves lit up in succession as he worked. He alternated plunging the thick, hot muscle into me to lap my slick from its source, and teasing my rim by licking or sucking it.
I panted into the mattress, hands gripping the covers. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they rocked against Craig’s face.
Then… his fingers joined the mix.
I screamed as he rubbed the spot he’d avoided before. His tongue lapped my slick as he massaged my sweet spot.
“Come for me, omega,” he growled as he came up for air.
That was all that it took. Ecstasy exploded through me as my alpha returned to where he’d been working—growling as fresh slick flowed from me.
I lost time rocking against his face as pulses of pleasure went through me.
Finally, I slumped onto the bed. I gulped air, even as my body tingled.
Craig kissed one ass cheek, then the other. He kissed up my spine, to my neck… and his favorite freckle.
“Are you ready for me, Beautiful Randy?” he rumbled.
I lifted my hips against him. “Please… alpha…”
One more kiss to my shoulder, then he knelt between my legs. He slid his cock through my slick several times, then pressed the tip to my entrance.
A sigh of relief escaped as he pushed in. My body welcomed him, opening around his length, until he was fully sheathed.
He leaned in and covered me, then rolled his hips.
I let out a long moan as he dragged through my rim and along my sweet spot.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Hard and fast?” Craig growled.
I nodded into the covers. “Need it.”
“Ok.”
He shifted to kneeling again, then grabbed my hips—fingers digging into my skin. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in.
I screamed as every nerve lit up.
Then he did it again, and again.
My alpha fucked me hard and fast. He made me gasp every time he bottomed out, a reminder that he was the only one who could make me feel that good.
I was his—his omega.
He was my alpha.
I was already oversensitive, and the motion was overwhelming. My chest slid back and forth against the covers, my nose pressed to the bed that we shared while I breathed our combined scents. My fingers almost hurt from gripping so hard.
Craig bottomed out again, and every bit of my focus snapped to the feel—the sound—of his hips slapping against mine.
“Alpha… alpha…” I begged.
“Tell me what you need,” he growled in reply.
