Page 183 of Just Wait

That’s another thing I should have done—pulling off her shirt.

Oh, well.

This should help ensure I can watch her tits bounce. Using my hold in her hair and my hand on her stomach, I yank her up until she’s on her knees.

“Holy shit, Mal,” she groans, bringing her hand to work her clit.

Her electric smell is heavy in the air, and my head is a hazy mess.

I can barely focus on how perfect this moment is because I have to concentrate on not fucking it up.

Her back falls against my chest, and it’s a much deeper sensual grinding than slamming thrusts.

Either way, it feels great.

No complaints on my end.

There was a reason I didn’t want to let myself get this close to her, but I can’t remember why. I cup her right tit, pinching her nipple between my tattooed fingers.

What I wouldn’t give to have a mirror to look into. I settle for watching her tits bounce from over her shoulder.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Lumen,” I growl close to her ear. “I’m going to be dripping out of you for days.”

She moans, clenching around my length.

My teeth grind together as I try to focus on anything outside of coming as deep as I can get inside her.

Holding her steady with my hand on her stomach, I thrust up into her, giving her hair a little tug.

She moans, trying to fall forward, but it’s the way her inner walls ripple around me that signals she’s close.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby doll,” I growl. “Come all over me. I want every woman at the after-party to smell you all over me.” My cheek falls to rest against the side of her head. “Make sure they all know I’m yours.”

She moans and bounces on her knees, grinding when my tip hits the bottom of her pussy.

The way she swivels her hips sends me over the edge.

My balls get tight, and my knot aches as it brushes her lower lips. It takes everything in me not to buck it up inside her.

Pleasure courses out through my body from the base of my spine, distracting me from doing something I can’t take back.

My vision goes spotty as my cock jumps, and I spill hot cum as deep as I can get.

There’s something so sexy about the fantasy of breeding her.

The reality?

Not so much.

At least, not for a few years.

I could probably handle a kid or two somewhere down the line, but I want to enjoy a solid few years being selfish with Lumen’s attention before we even think about adding crotch goblins.

Her electric scent smells more heavily of pears and roses than it normally does. It teases my system, screaming that she’s an omega in heat, but I keep myself from biting, even if it’s really damn hard.

Lumen continues swiveling her hips in a circle, grinding out every drop of my cum.

If I could see myself in a mirror, I’d probably look like that emoji with actual hearts for eyes.