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Page 54 of When She Needs Them Most

The hungry look on her face makes my dick jump, and precum dribbles all over my lower stomach as I settle back at an angle on my forearms.

Chelsea wraps her hand around my shaft and bends, bringing me to her lips. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’lltake it. Only, I’d much rather be buried inside her delicious little pussy.

Keeping myself up with one elbow, I wrap my hand in her dirty blonde hair to keep her hair out of her face and revel in the way her tongue feels teasing the underside of my shaft. Her tits push against my side and, fuck, I wish I could see them bounce as she really gets into it.

My knot pulses, aching for some attention, but that can wait. Honestly, as enjoyable as it is to have her sucking me off, I feel like I’m supposed to be focused on her.

My head falls back as she makes a circle with her thumb and pointer finger and teases her lips all the way down my shaft. She pulls a hand up, giving my hand in her hair a shove.

“You want me to take over?” I ask.

She smiles around my cock. I can only see her profile from this direction, but I plant my feet on the mattress and give her what she asked for. My abs tighten as she hollows her cheeks. I shove a little too hard, and she gags, but fuck, I’m a dick, because it only makes me harder.

Tugging her hair, I pull her off my cock to a variety of unimpressed grunts that come from the little omega. A low chuckle escapes my lips, and I sit up to meet her, capturing her mouth before she can protest. That sweet sugar cookie scent of hers is everywhere, and tasting my precum on her tongue doesn’t help me stay clear at all.

I wrap my free hand around her lower back and tease under the material of Arden’s shirt. Tugging it up is complicated because she leans into me for support, but I peck a kiss on her lips and pull it off over her head. She’s still up on her knees, and she drops Kase’s sweats, kicking out of them.

Her tits are huge, like way bigger than I would assume is comfortable for her frame, but pregnancy could be messing withtheir normal size. I groan, dropping my hold on her hair to cup one.

Chelsea runs a hand over her stomach.

“You okay? Feeling crampy or foggy?” I ask, also moving to palm her belly.

“I’m good. I just want you.” Her eyelashes flutter, and I really fucking love that she saidwantinstead ofneed.I get that she can’t control when her system needs pheromones, but it’s also nice to be wanted.

“You’ll have me,” I growl, pushing myself up until I can roll to my knees. Once I’m up on them, I knee walk closer. My still-rock-hard dick bounces around her swollen stomach, and I test her core.

She’s soaked.

Okay, so, I haven’t done shit to get her ready, meaning I probably owe her biology a solid thank you. Bending, I capture her mouth and work a finger inside her core. I’m fucking addicted to the way she melts into me, trusting me to keep her upright.

Wet sounds fill the air as I add another finger, working in and out of her pussy. She fists my cock, and our tongues tangle in the air until she pulls back, huffing deep lungfuls of air.

“I probably had better lung capacity before I got pregnant, but honestly, it’s been so long, I can’t be sure,” she whispers, smiling up at me.

I chuckle, brush my palm against her clit, and spread my fingers wide. She moans, and her eyes fall shut.

“How about you spin around for me?” I suggest, pulling free of her cunt.

Her eyes pop open, and she blinks owlishly for several long seconds before she scrambles to comply. I climb over her legs, and my cock bounces around her ass.

“Can I fuck you now, sweetheart?” I ask close to her ear.

She nods her agreement, falling to hold herself up on her palms.

“Goddamn,” I growl, skimming my hands over her hips and ass. “Do you know what a spectacular view I’ve got? You’re sexy as hell.”

She scoffs. “I’m as big as a house.”

My palm lands on her ass in a gentle swat. “You’re beautiful.”

“Just get inside me already.” She grunts, wiggling her hips.

I position my crown at her opening and thrust. “You think I’d be this fucking hard if I wasn’t attracted to you? I’ve never once been tempted by an omega until you popped up.”

“God, Linc,” she sobs, her hair falling toward the bed. “More. I need more of you!”

“Oh, sweet girl. We’re going to make sure you’re swallowing down every thick inch.” My hands tighten on her hips, and I practice different strokes until she’s a begging mess.


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