Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
I knew it was going to take all my willpower to keep myself together while the sexiest damn omega I’ve ever seen in my life is spread out for me, begging for my cock, but the moment I taste her, I know I’m doomed.
She’s decadent, like my favorite cheat day treat—one of those sweet frozen coffees with extra espresso and whipped cream. Now that I’ve tasted her, I bet I’ll crave one of those now every time I get turned on.
Ambrose is going to besojealous. He’s been trying to quit his caffeine addiction and here I am, with Camille’s blissful, coffee-flavored slick coating my tongue.
A smile curves my lips as I look up at Camille’s face from between her legs.
Damn, she’s hot from this angle. Her abundant copper curls fanned across a pillow and her pale, freckled skin flushed pink from her orgasm. Her eyes shining with the need for more and a soft, generously curved body that can handle anything I have to give her.
“Y-you don’t have to do that,” she protests, brows pinching together as she looks down at me. “I came. I can’t fucking believe it, but I came.” She shakes her head. “One is enough, though. I want your cock. I need it.”
I lightly swat her ass cheek and her eyes widen in indignation. “Keep telling me what to do and you won’t get my cock. Now be a good girl and come on my face.”
I settle between her thighs and get to work mapping herwith my tongue. I swear I’m getting a caffeine buzz from her slick. Every part of me feels alive and euphoric as I eat her pussy, and it’s only made better when she stops fighting against the pleasure and grips my hair.
She tastes and smells so fucking good and I can tell by her moans that she’s close. I’m humping the damn mattress like a horny teen, but I can’t stop. I’m too turned on to care.
When a fresh burst of Camille’s slick coats my tongue as I spear it inside her, I lose it. I moan against her pussy as my balls draw up and my cock bucks. I’m helpless to fight against it, coming hard as I grind against the mattress.
Camille gasps. “Did you just…”
I look up from between her thighs to find her staring at me, and give her a sheepish smile.
“Yeah.” My reply sounds a little intoxicated. Is it possible to get drunk off of slick?
“You came from doing that?” She doesn’t sound upset. No, she sounds turned on.
I nod and give her pussy a long slow lick that has her gasping, then look back up at her. “Couldn’t help it. You taste so fucking good, gorgeous.”
“Oh f-fuck.” Her curse is soft and breathy.
I dip down to lick her again, groaning.
“Can… can I taste you?”
For a second I think I misheard her since her thighs are wrapped around my head, and I look up at her in confusion. “I’d love your mouth on me, but I’ll need a little longer to recover.”
Camille flushes and shakes her head. “No, I mean… God, I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but my omega is begging me for it and I’d rather not lick the sheets like a maniac.” I raise a brow at that mental image, and she continues. “Can you, uh, feed me some?”
If I hadn’t just come, I’d be hard again.
It’s a pretty common thing for omegas to want during their heats, but giving Camille my cum like this feels dirtier. Hotter, too.
“You want me to feed you my cum?” I ask, voice hoarse as I scoop some off of my abdomen.
“Y-yes. I don’t know why, but I need it.” Camille’s eyes gleam as I bring my fingers up to her lips.
“I know why,” I rasp. I slide my free hand between her thighs and rub her clit in small circles. “It’s because you’re mine.”
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes locked on mine.
I know it’s not a real connection. It’s her heat hormones talking, but fuck, it still feels good to hear this gorgeous woman say she’s mine.
