The Alpha I shouldn't crave
"Make you cum on my tongue before I fucked you hard enough that you'd feel it for days."
Her breathing turned ragged, the wet sounds of her fingers moving mixing with her increasingly desperate moans. "Damon, fuck, I'm close—"
"Then come for me," I ordered, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Let me see it."
She cried out, her body arching as she came, fingers still working through the aftershocks, and the sight pushed me right to the edge but not quite over.
"That was incredible," Jenna panted, her face flushed and satisfied as she came back into frame. "Your turn, show me."