Claire is panting, her perfect, full breasts rising and falling with each breath as she tangles her fingers in my hair and shifts her pelvis against my face, taking what she wants.
I’m obsessed with her.
I want to take care of her, I want to please her, I want to be owned by her.
She’s Omega perfection in every way and she would be the heart of this pack. She would be everything.
“Right there, don’t stop. Please, Wells,” she says, her eyes meeting mine as she watches me eat her pussy.
I’m grinding against the lower half of the couch and can feel a bead of pre-cum against my underwear. My dick is just going to have to wait until I watch her shatter against my tongue.
Her pouty lips part and she throws her head back as her grip on my hair tightens and she falls apart. Her thighs clamp against my face as they tremble with aftershocks of her release.
Slick coats my tongue and chin and I can’t get enough. She’s softly panting as she urges me up her body. I kiss and suck her tit in my mouth before my face is level with hers.
She uses her fingers to swipe the slick that’s glistening on my chin and presses her fingers softly against my lips. I lick her fingers clean before coming down for a kiss.
Her tongue meets mine as she tastes herself on me, and I groan into her mouth. We don’t have to do anything more than what we just did; it was my pleasure, but what I wouldn’t do to calm down my throbbing cock.
“My turn,” she says, pushing against my chest.
I dumbfoundedly, and obediently, move so that I’m sitting on the couch and watch as this goddess sinks to her knees before me.
“I don’t do this very often,” she says, grabbing the waist of my shorts.
Her tits are still out, her bunched up dress pushing them up; they look unreal.
“What?” I ask, my brain not computing everything that’s happening right now.
Claire clears her throat while her fingers are still gripping my shorts.
“Head. I don’t give head very often,” she says, while yanking at my shorts harder.
I follow her wordless command, lifting my hips up so she can tug them down, my cock springing free.
“If it’s not something you like, you don’t have to,” I tell her.
“Oh, I like it just fine,” she says, grabbing the base of my shaft. “But I don’t get on my knees for just anybody, ya know?”
Before I can even reply, her lips wrap around the head of my cock and she’s sucking. My body nearly caves in on itself with the sensation as a surprised pant slips past my lips.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” I tell her.
She hums around my cock like she knows the power she wields in her perfectly manicured Omega hands. I’m not sure what feels better, the way her warm mouth is wrapped around me or the fact that this isn’t something she usually does. Yet she’s doing it for me, the Beta she outright claimed for the entire pool deck to see.
Claire doesn’t hold back, like her goal is to make me come as fast as possible. She comes up for air, her tongue swiping against the leaking tip before she moves back down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
A slight gag slips out of her, but she keeps going. Her cinnamon cake scent is so fucking thick in the room, and knowing that she’s turned on while doing this to me is what sends me over the edge.
I wasn’t going to last long anyway, but I can’t hold back as I whimper, lightly grabbing the back of her head as I pump my cum into her mouth.
Claire swallows it all, torturing me with one more lick before leaning back on her knees and smiling at me.
“You like how fast you made me finish, huh?” I joke and she lightly bites her lip.
“It seems only fair,” she says, tucking away her exquisite breasts.
She stands up, and I grab the back of her thighs, having her stand between my legs. Both of us taking a glance at my cock that hasn’t gone down yet. I knead her soft flesh as she pushes my hair back.