Page 148 of Just Wait

I chuckle, but she sucks me into her mouth, making my damn legs shake. Her naughty little tongue cups the underside of my shaft, and she wraps her free hand around my knot. It vibrates, swelling slightly in response.

Considering I was close to coming down the shower drain before she popped up, I don’t foresee this lasting long. I’m afraid to even look at her. I’m always attracted to her, and the view alone might send me over the edge.

“Mmm, Ry, you taste so good,” she moans, flicking her tongue over the slit on the head of my dick.

My hand falls to cradle her head, but I weave my fingers into her hair as she swirls around my crown and hollows her cheeks, diving deep down my length.

“Jesus, woman.” I groan, my head falling back against the shower wall. “You’re far too good at that. I’m not complaining. Just to make that clear.”

“You can look at me,” she says, sounding amused. “You know that, right?”

My head rolls around the wall, and I force myself to make eye contact. Water cascades over her front from the shower spray that hits her right side.

Water droplets land against her chest, sliding down her heavy tits. Her waist nips in just a bit before widening to thick hips. She’s beautiful, and I have no idea what I’ve done right in life to find myself in this moment.

“I’m going to embarrass myself.” I tighten my hold in her hair and weave the other arm between us to cup her breast, flicking my thumb over her hard nipple. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I’m pretty sure I should be on my knees for you.”

“Mmm, give it a few more days, and we can do that too.” She moans, taking me so deep that my crown slams against the back of her throat.

My cock jolts, spurting precum all over her tongue, which only seems to make her more ravenous.

She pulls off, focusing on my tip, all while applying firmer pressure to my knot. She brings her other hand to cup my balls, rolling them and gently stretching the skin.

A dangerous growl fills the air, and it takes way too long to realize that sound came from me.

My vision gets hazy, and no amount of blinking rights the condition.

Mount.

Rut.

Breed.

Claim.

Fuck me.

It’s the caveman loop.

The warning sign that alphas are about to slip into rut. That mental state when all our brains can focus on are baser actions.

My canines pulse.

My instincts scream to pull her up, turn her toward the wall, and fuck into her like an animal.

Lumen rakes her lips down my cock, letting the skin move independently of my shaft. When she gets to my crown, she flicks her tongue over the slit.

As my nostrils flare, I’m smacked with her pheromones and the scent of her pussy.

She’s actually enjoying this.

Her tits bounce, her stomach jiggling as she really gets into it.

My balls tighten, and there’s no holding back.

“Fuck, beautiful,” I growl. “I’m about to bust.”

I give her a tug, but she fights against my hold.