Violet #3
“Oh, Little Lamb,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along the inside of my thigh, “you’re gonna get used to hearing it when you’re like this.”
I gasped, hips twitching as my toes curled.
Vinny nuzzled my soaked panties and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, anchoring me in place as he moved my underwear with his teeth.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “How badly did you need this, Little Lamb?”
I shivered, thighs already trembling against the steady press of his grip. His mouth hovered over me, breath warm, eyes locked onto my core like it was something holy.
His nose brushed my folds, tongue flicking out just to taste, and I jerked.
“You’ve been walking around carrying my baby, aching and swollen and wet, and no one’s touched you like this?” His voice dropped lower. “No one’s eaten this pretty little pussy until you cried?”
I shook my head as I tried to remember. I'd had my fill of sex these last few weeks, but it was always toys, or hands, or genitals–not that I was complaining–never oral.
Vinny groaned against me.
“You smell so sweet, Little Lamb.” he whispered, tongue dragging up the length of my slit. “And you taste even sweeter.”
He buried his face between my thighs like he couldn’t stand to be apart from me for one more second. His tongue licked into me with long, powerful strokes. My hips twitched and I tried to arch off the bed, but he anchored me in place.
“You’re made for this.” he growled into me. “Made to be mine. Made to carry my child. Everything about you was made for me to feed, and fuck, and breed until my heart’s content.”
His mouth latched onto my clit and I nearly jumped out of my skin. A whimper caught in my throat as he stopped just long enough to wet two fingers and shove them into my pussy.
“You don’t even know how hot you are like this,” he growled. “All swollen and full, I can’t wait to see how you look when you're heavy with our child.”
His fingers curled just right as his tongue curled around my clit, and it felt like I was going to dissolve into the mattress.
“Bet your cunt’s gonna stay wetter the further along you get,” he whispered. “Bet you’re gonna want this every night, if you don’t already. Mouth, fingers, cock, I’ll be the first to give it to you, my Little Lamb..”
He stopped, barely pulling me back from the edge of my orgasm. Slowly, he looked up, his eyes reminding me of an alligator peering out of a swamp.
“An alpha’s job is to take care of his omega. Especially when she’s knocked up and needy.” He said plainly. “I don’t give a fuck if you only let Serena mark you, you are mine, Violet.”
The words hit like a mark even without his teeth, but I didn’t mind it.
My thighs trembled in his grip, the pressure in my cunt was so heavy it was nearly unbearable.
I whimpered, hands twisting in the sheets.
Vinny tilted his head.
“Need to come, Little Lamb?” he asked, his breath hot against my swollen cunt. “Need your alpha to finish what he started?”
I nodded frantically.
His grin turned deadly. “That’s my omega.”
Vinny didn’t ease back in, instead he acted like he’d never even stopped.
Mouth wide, tongue lashing my clit as his lips sealed around me. Could you suck a soul of out of a cunt? Vinny was about to find out.
I howled, my fingers desperately clawing at the sheets as my legs clamped around his head.
The muscles in Vinny’s arms flexed as he fought to keep me open, and I worried about his shoulder. Was this hurting him? Did he even care?
I wanted to ask, but it was impossible to think when everything he did was so perfectly tailored to ruin me.
“That’s it,” he growled against me. “Come in my mouth, Little Lamb. Let me taste how sweet you get for your alpha.”
My orgasm ripped through me like a machete, every muscle locked as release spilled out of me like a fucking tsunami.
It gushed out of me, and while I’d never squirted and the sensation was impossibly embarrassing, Vinny couldn’t get enough.
He moaned as he continued to lick me through my orgasm, drinking me as if I were the only source of water he’d never need.
He kept it up until I was sobbing and shaking from overstimulation.
And even still, he kept going. His tongue was gentler now, just small laps and kisses, almost like a cool down after a workout.
I shook beneath him, hands slipping from the sheets to his hair. My fingers trembled as I raked my fingers through his hair, and finally, he let go.
His arms unhooked from around my thighs, muscles visibly twitching.
He looked down at me, his face was soaked, but he looked at me as if I were a piece of art.
“Feel better?” He asked.
I tried to sign something, but my hands flopped uselessly against the sheets.
He chuckled, low and warm, crawling up the bed with his bad arm tucked in close.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “didn’t think you’d be able to sass me after that.”
I cut him a glare as I tried to catch my breath, and he stood as if nothing even happened.
Finally, I managed to sign Where are you going?
He lifted his good shoulder. “After Benji’s stunt, I need to make sure he’s making something good for breakfast as an apology.”