And she sucked my cum clean.
When her eyes lifted back to mine, I recognized the look immediately. The same one as during the stakeout.
Need.
Lust.
Hunger that didn’t know how to stop.
God, she was beautiful like that.
“I can’t touch you,” I said, my voice frayed and rough, “but I can tell you need to orgasm.”
A high, needy whine slipped from her.
“You’re in control,” I continued. “If you want release, you'llhave to take it.”
Her head dipped, lips wrapping around my thickness as she slid down the shaft.
Silas had told me how soft her mouth was. How warm.
Fuck,he hadn’t been lying.
Her lips and tongue worked together, slow at first, then faster as she gained confidence. She pulled back, exploring the tip, letting her tongue circling there, lapping up every bead of precum that formed, drawing a groan from me.
She was close to heat. I could feel it in the way she moved, in the way she chased my seed, like even if the suppressants had delayed it, they couldn’t take the edge off what she really needed.
Alpha seed.
I knew by the way she sucked, the way she lingered, trying to take more and draw it out, that she liked the way I tasted.
Her hand reached for mine, tugging, trying to guide it toward her dripping pussy. Toward the emptiness she needed filled.
I clicked my tongue softly.
“No, runt,” I said, using every bit of my restraint. “I’m not supposed to touch you.”
“But if you want to be filled… stretched… satisfied…” I added, “my cock’s right there.”
She looked down, considering.
“You can ride it,” I continued. “Sit on my lap. Control the pace. How deep and how fast. I won’t touch you.”
That convinced her as she began peeling off her clothes one article at a time. The last layer followed, though she kept herbra on, still not completely comfortable exposing the scared parts of herself.
Then she climbed back onto the mattress, swinging her leg over me until she was straddling my hips, holding herself just above me.
I stayed as still as possible beneath her.
“Line your pussy up with my cock and drop down on it, slow. Take your time. Let it fill you up while you explore what feels good.”
Her hands found my stomach, running over my abs, moving down, until they reached my cock, which she gripped andthen pumped in her fist. She guided it to her entrance, notching the tip in her wet folds.
She paused again.
Rigid and still.
“Hey, Lena. Look at me.”
