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“Need to come,” she chokes out. “Need it now.” She grips my cock, stroking it from underneath my sweatpants. “Need to ride you.”

“Anything you want,” I groan.

She’s not even in Heat but she’s insatiable.

I quickly undress, letting my cock spring free. I sit at the edge of the bed, and in a quick motion, pull her to me. “Sit on me, Dev. Make yourself come on me.”

She doesn’t even bother taking off her jean jacket. She lifts up her dress, and I push her pink panties to the side, catching a glimpse of her gorgeous cunt before she sinks down on me, resting on my lap with her thighs on either side of me. I slide all the way into her, her pussy warm, wet, and squeezing me gloriously.

“Ben,” she moans. “Ben, I’m close?—”

“Yes, Dev. Come on. You don’t have to wait anymore.”

I push down her hips and thrust up at the same time, driving into her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her mouth falls open in pleasure.

It takes no time at all to make her come. She arches her back and squeezes me, her grip on my cock viselike as she chases her pleasure.

I kiss her, swallowing every sound she makes as I feel my balls tighten.

But this can’t end yet.

She did something brave today, and that warrants multiple orgasms.

She continues to move her hips, riding out her release, and I kiss her until her movements slow. I press our foreheads together, and she lets out a deep, slow breath.

“Now,” I murmur, flexing my cock inside her. “I want to hear all about it.”

She hums lazily, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “We went to dinner,” she says.

“Yeah?” I rock my hips slowly. “And he bought you those pretty flowers?”

She bites her lip. “Mm-hmm.”

“You’re dripping all over me, Dev, just from talking about it. You’re drenching us.”

Pleasure sweeps across her face as she closes her eyes, rocking back and forth on me.

I’m unbearably close, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t come again.

“Tell me more about the date,” I demand. “Was he polite?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Baking, the café, you...” She moans softly and begins to bounce on me. I bury my face in her chest, licking her nipple through her dress and leaving a wet spot on the fabric.

“And you got wet for him, didn’t you?” My voice is gruff, my breathing erratic.

Thinking about Devyn being with an Alphadoessomething to me.

It always has. Even watching her be stuffed with knotting toys is enough to send me over the edge.

It’s never been like this with anyone else, but I’ve also never dated an Omega.

Devyn is meant to be treated like a princess, and if she wants a million Alphas to join her pack, I’m just happy to be a part of it.

“I was soaking wet for him,” she admits, and I groan.