Page 48 of When She Needs Them Most
Chelsea blinks up at me from behind her dark blonde lashes, and I brush the backs of my fingers over her panties as my other palm hits the arm of the couch just above her head.
I have to keep my abs sucked in to avoid feeling like I’m crushing the baby, but it’s worth it as her plush lips meet mine.
She’s frantic and a little uncoordinated, and it’s still the most satisfying kiss of my life. Perhaps that’s due to the desperate way she clutches at the back of my neck like she can’t get enough. Applying firmer pressure to her lower lips, I push against her panties and eventually her clit.
The way her pheromones flood the air is dangerous for both of us. Alphas who get lost to the fog do irrational things, like bite first. I swirl my tongue around hers and climb down until my feet hit the arm of the couch, and her pussy is right in front of my face.
She lets out an adorable little huff as she tries to follow me, but she gives up, settling back against the leather arm of the sofa, which keeps her up at a bit of an angle.
I work my hands up her thighs, gripping the sides of her panties and tugging them down.
Chelsea pulls a hand up and covers her face. My sharp canines dig into my lower lip as I study her pink cheeks.
Fuck me.
How I ache to eat her alive to consume all those sweet looks.
She is precious.
I hold myself up and pull the material off each of her feet. Tucking her panties into my back pocket, I make a show of licking and kissing my way back up her thigh. My palm comes to rest on her bare stomach, since her dress is pulled up around her hips. Keeping myself up on my knees, I spread her lower lips with the other hand.
“My god, you’re going to wreck me, aren’t you, love?” I murmur and swirl my tongue around her swollen clit.
The large rounding of the baby belly only succeeds in making my cock harder. I can safely say I’ve never had a breeding kink, but here we motherfucking are. Ultimately, I believe it’s a newfound carnal appreciation for every single thing to do with Chelsea. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I growl against her sex.
The way my cock pulses, leaking in response, is a bad sign. I could sink my teeth in, and there’s no one here to stop me if I lose myself to the fog. Her thighs tremble as her hands come to rest in my hair. The gentle tugs only succeed in making me more rabid.
Nipping at her hood, I bring my hand from her stomach down to bury two thick digits inside her. My dick is envious of my fingers with the way her inner walls instantly cling to them.
She arches off the couch, a string of incoherent begging escaping her lips. Or perhaps it’s me who isn’t clear enough to decipher words. “Knot me, please.”
Well, that part is easily decipherable.
“Come all over my tongue, and we’ll see,” I growl, diving back in to lick and suck her clit.
Damned cramped couch. I’d love to be able to fully spread her legs, but I’m more interested in ensuring she’s comfortable.
“But I need you inside me…stretching me out and filling me with your cum. Oh, shit.” She moans, digging her nails into my scalp.
The way her inner walls begin to spasm tells me exactly where to aim my fingers to rake her G-spot. I’ve never been with an omega. The rush of slick that coats my face and soaks down my hand is unexpected, but in the best way possible. It makes my balls throb and my cock ache, desperate for some relief.
Chelsea isn’t quiet as she begs, pleads, and demands I knot her right this instant. It’s a good thing no other employees are currently in the building. The frosted glass gives us discretion, but there’s no way to muffle her begging moans.
“No, no, no,” she grunts, tugging my hair. “Way too much.”
I chuckle and give her clit a final kiss. I pull my hand free of her sex and use both to manage my belt, button, and zipper. It takes only a few additional seconds to work the buttons on my dress shirt until it hangs open. There’s no way I’ll be able to go anywhere but directly home after this. I’m saturated in her scent, and I won’t share that with anyone else.
Chelsea struggles to sit up, pulling her legs down until her feet hit the floor. My knees dig into the cushion I’m still kneeling on as I watch her tug the dress off over her head. She keeps the bra on but eyes my cock hungrily, even through the material of my boxer briefs.
My palm seems to have a mind of its own, flying to squeeze my shaft as it throbs at the look on her face.
Christ.
I’m still waiting for a call from Easton. I hop up, grab my desk, move it closer to the edge of the couch, and relocate the phone to where I’ll be able to snag it if necessary. Then I place myself back down on the sofa and handle tugging down my pants and boxers. My cock is a sticky, leaking mess, and the way Chelsea licks her lips doesn’t help a damn thing.
I find myself stretching for her at the same time she makes a move for me. It appears she plans to climb onto my lap, facing me, but I relocate her until she’s facing away.
“This way, I’ll be able to reach all the fun stuff without worrying about squishing this.” I palm her stomach with one hand and grab her massive amount of hair with the other before tucking it over her shoulder. Her ass cheeks perfectly frame my cock, grinding it into my stomach as she wiggles. “Are you familiar with cock warming?”
