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I unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor.
30
SKYLAR
The cramps are debilitating.
But I finally have Vincent all to myself, and the shower is calling my name.
He exposes my breasts and his eyes dart to them.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Look at these.”
My nipples ache for attention at the same time slick drips out of me.
“Orgasms help with the cramps,” I groan, as his fingers gently trace around my nipples.
“I heard you, Skylar,” he says. “And I’ll be happy to provide you with those.”
His eyes stay focused on my chest as he gently tugs at one nipple, while palming my breast with his other hand.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Oh,” I gasp, pressing my back against the sink.
Vincent takes his time. His massive hands encompass my chest, squeezing roughly and abusing my oversensitive nipples.
“Does this help the cramps, baby?” he says, his voice low. “Does this make my poor Omega feel better?”
I can only reply with a groan as he fondles my chest.
My panties are soaked, and soon, the crotch of my jeans is wet, too.
But Vincent doesn’t stop as my gasps fill the bathroom.
“You’ve made a mess,” he chides, his gaze falling to my jeans. “Just from me playing with these tits.”
I knew he’d have a filthy mouth. I moan and run my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath.
“Your turn,” I gasp out, working the buttons of his shirt. But he stops me with his hands on top of mine.
“Not yet.” His eyes darken as he runs his fingers down my stomach and to the button of my jeans. “I’m going to see all of you first.”
I whimper, and he leans in to bite my earlobe. I gasp.
“No whining,” he whispers. “It’s not good for you to be standing in wet clothes.”
“Bastard,” I hiss, and he chuckles.
“I’ve been called worse.” His fingers work the button of my jeans and yank them down to my hips. He helps me step out of them, then presses the heel of his hand to my soaked underwear.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, pressing the fabric to show the outline of my pussy. “I’ve never seen so much slick. Fuck.”
Steam slowly fills the room as I kick off my panties. “The shower,” I remind him, but he keeps an arm wrapped around my waist as the other brushes against my cunt.
I tilt my head back and groan.
“Look at this,” he hums appreciatively as I pull at his hair, messing up his polished style. “This soaking wet cunt.”
His mouth is filthy, and I hang on to every word as he hoists me onto the bathroom counter.
