Searching For His Omega - Harper B. Cole Page 0,32

knees wobbled as I pictured Chet’s mouth on my flesh. He hooked a finger in my jeans and pulled me close. “Here,” he mumbled, his lips on my shoulder. His tongue slid lower and I groaned as he left a trail of wetness leading to one nipple.

Pressing my fingers into his skin, I arched my back and offered him my body. He lapped at and teased the tiny bud until it hardened. And he replaced his tongue with his teeth.

“Chet,” I whimpered. “My cock is so hard right now.”

“Slow down, babe,” he mumbled. Babe? His lips slid lower and he got to his knees. “I’m going to worship you.” His tongue was in my belly button which had my knees trembling. I raked my nails over his scalp and he grunted, “So good. Your taste reminds me of honey and limes. Sweet and sour. Drawing me in with your tenderness and then overwhelming me and whacking me about the head.”

“That’s me,” I gasped as his fingers fumbled at my waistband. “My witchy ways’ll snare you when you’re not looking.”

“Gods, I hope so.” My pants were yanked down, and Chet’s mouth was on my briefs and one hand rubbed my balls while the other squeezed my ass. I gulped huge mouthfuls of air trying to get more oxygen into my lungs. He slapped my butt gently and I yelped. “One day, Stan, after the baby’s born. I’m going to spank you. Hard. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I squeaked, barely able to get the word out.

One of his hands sank inside my briefs and fondled my cock. I shoved my hips forward as his fingers worked their way along the shaft. I’d had enough of this, and I pulled away. Chet’s mouth gaped, and he froze as I peeled off my jeans and underwear.

Gripping my arousal, I tugged twice, and his eyes widened. He licked around his mouth and shuffled forward on his knees. He swiped his tongue over my cock, and every nerve ending in my body was on fire.

Looking at Chet squatting at my feet, his mouth worshipping my dick, I outstretched my hand and yanked him up. I was so turned on but my legs weren’t going to hold me up and floor sex was not my thing. “Bed. Much more comfortable.” My voice was thick, and I could hardly get the words out as lust tangled my thoughts, and I sank onto the mattress.

Chet shed his clothes in record time and sat beside me. “I didn’t finish.”

“What? We haven’t started,” I told him as my fingers brushed over his arousal.

“Kissing you,” he hummed, his tongue flicking over my ear making lust pulse through me.

“Plenty of time for that later. I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

Chet skated his ass backward and leaned on the headboard. He propped the pillows behind him and beckoned me. What’s he doing? “I want my cock in you, pleasuring you, and your hands on your cock at the same time. Turn around.”

The electrified air had goosebumps prickling over my skin, and I hungered for him. Longed to have him in me. Straddling him, I rubbed my slippery ass over his cock.

“Lean back,” he said. A fire ignited inside me as I pictured Chet’s huge cock burrowing into me. He sank his teeth into my shoulder as he whispered, “Sit on me.”

My knees were hugging my chest as I lowered my ass. I paused as the head of his cock grazed my cheeks. My aching wet hole, with slick streaming out, signaled my need and how it wanted to be filled and stretched. I lined his length up with my hole and allowed the head to prod the tight puckered entrance.

“You want me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes. God yes!”

“You want it hard?”

“Please,” I panted. “Stop talking and do it,” I begged.

Slowly, inch by long, glorious inch, he buried himself in my channel. Up to the hilt. There were no words to describe what he did to me. We grunted and moaned, and his teeth nibbled over my skin.

Chet’s hands slid behind my knees. He swiveled me slightly so my back was over one of his shoulders and lifted me. My ass hovered in the air while his cock slid out of my ass until only the tip remained. Chet took deep breaths, and mumbled, “Ready?”

“Hurry!” I tensed, and his arms trembled when he lowered me onto his dick.

Deep breaths, Stan. Deep freaking breaths. Chet had enormous strength in his arms. His hands were ready