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The morning of Colin Bridgerton’s twentieth birthday began in the most delightful of ways. His omega’s delicate hand had him purring in contentment before he even opened his eyes. Tender fingers caressed his growing hardness over the fabric of his breeches.
“Mh… good morning,” he groaned, blinking his eyes open, delighted to find his dear wife staring back at him. He would have called her flushed cheeks and sleep-heavy eyes adorable, if it weren’t for her mischievous hand finding its way inside his breeches. “God–!”
“Good morning and happy birthday, husband,” she whispered, her honeyed voice passing through his ears to tickle his brain. He shuddered as her wet tongue licked at his jaw, while her soft hand began pumping him to full hardness.
She was trying to kill him.
“I’m certainly happy now,” he said.
Penelope giggled as he sat up, fumbling with his breeches before he got them down his hips. Contrarying his haste, she laid back on the pillows at a leisure pace. Colin gazed upon his wife's divine form, heart pounding with desire as she slowly hiked up her delicate chemise. The soft fabric slid up, up and over the swell of her belly, and he drank in the exquisite sight of her glistening pink cunny, framed by her dark red curls. The heady scent of her slick filled the air, and he felt himself drool at the mouth-watering vision before him.
He walked on his knees towards her, but she playfully thwarted his advances, placing her small, delicate foot upon his chest and giving him the gentlest of pushes to keep him at bay.
“Penelope…” he groaned, trying in vain to push himself between her plump, creamy thighs. He ached to feel her wrapped around him, to bury himself deep inside her welcoming heat. He could smell her equal need for him, but his dear wife so enjoyed toying with his patience.
His eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. He watched, enraptured, as one of her lovely hands rested upon the curve of her belly while the other drifted lower, teasing through the damp curls of her Venus mound.
“Let me–” he entreated, voice rough with desire. His sentence was cut off when her foot left his chest and traveled up to his face.
When her toe nudged at his lips, he acted without question, sucking it in, engulfing it with his large hands as he moved to give her other toes the same treatment. If their honeymoon taught them anything, it was that not a single part of her delectable body escaped his notice, nor his devotion. Her lovely feet were not excluded, not in the least. Colin could not explain what it was about them, but he was utterly obsessed. It could be attributed, perhaps, by how much smaller and delicate they looked when they pressed and trapped his cock between them.
His tongue ached to taste her, to lap at the sweet nectar dripping from her core, but he could not complain, as he was able to find pleasure purely in licking the sole of her foot. When it was wet enough, she pulled it out of his grasp, teasingly tracing from his neck to his navel with the tip of her big toe.
The alpha took a sharp intake when her wet foot pressed his cock up against his stomach. He was sure then, she was trying to kill him. His omega knew very well how weak he was to her rough handling.
His hips worked on their own accord, thrusting and grinding against her skin, hissing when her own movements bordered in sadism.
“Darling,” he pleaded, eyes glued to her naughty fingers, collecting the honey seeping from her pot and speaking it over her pearl. “I need you.”
Penelope merely smiled at him, a coy and secretive curve of the lips that made his heart race.
“Not yet,” she tutted, two fingers parting her glistening folds, cruelly exposing the treat he longed to devour .”We’ll save that for tonight.”
“May I taste you, at least?” he made sure to add a slight put to his begging. He knew her weakness as much as she did his.
“Mh…” she pretended to consider it, not once stopping the slow circling of her pearl. So unhurried and teasingly, he was confident in the fact that her climax would be claimed by his tongue. “You may, but you ought to come for me first.”
He shuddered. Biologically, omegas had no derivative of an ‘alpha voice’ or dominating scent, but his wife’s sweet voice felt pretty damn close to him. He wondered if she felt this need to please and obey when he used his alpha voice on her.
Penelope's fingers danced over her slick folds, her eyes never leaving his, teasing and stroking her sensitive flesh as Colin watched, enraptured, on his knees before her.
His own eyes darted from her lewd display to the one her pink foot and his red cock created.
She parted herself once more, revealing the glistening pink of her inner walls, already slick and ready for him, only to bury her fingers deep into her honeypot, causing them both to moan. Her breasts bounced slightly with each gentle touch, the creamy mounds hanging heavy from her body, resting over her belly like two full and ripe fruits ready for him to take.
“Oh, you're so beautiful, Pen,” Colin whined, fucking his aching cock harder against her foot. “I long to be inside you, feeling your tight heat squeezing me... please, let me take you now!”
But Penelope merely shook her head, a much too pleased smile playing about her lips.
“Not yet, my love,” she repeated, her fingers delving deeper, stroking along that which he craved. “I need you to be at your very best later…”
He tilted his head to the side, intrigued, but obeyed. Gently resting her foot on the mattress–not before kissing it goodbye– he grasped his throbbing member, pumping it with urgency. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of her round belly, her thick, creamy thighs spread invitingly, and her perfect, dripping cunny being tended to by her own fingers.
“My alpha,” she sighed, eyelids heavy with desire. “I adore seeing you like this… so big, so formidable, towering over me.” Each word made him whine. Colin’s hips bucked into his fist as he jerked himself faster, chasing the release his wife demanded of him. “So big…” she repeated. “Sometimes I wonder how I’m able to take you.”
“Because–because–” he struggled with his speech.
“Because I was made for it,” she continued. “Because I was made for you, alpha.”
“Yes, yes!” he gasped. She stopped pleasuring herself, instead her lovely fingers kept her petals open for his view. “I’m so close,” he rasped.
“Good, you’ll need some endurance for later,” she purred, licking her lips.
“Wh–why?”
He watched, transfixed, as Penelope slowly withdrew her glistening fingers from her dripping cunny. She brought them to her lips, making a show of licking them clean, savoring her own essence with a soft moan. His cock throbbed painfully at the erotic display, a bead of pre-cum dripping from the swollen tip.
She had a wicked gleam in her baby blue eyes as she locked gazes with him.
“I want you to knot my mouth, alpha.”
It was all she said, the simple words dripping with sinful promise. But it was enough, more than enough, to send Colin hurtling over the edge.
“Fuck!” he roared, his hips jerking forward as his cock erupted, long ropes of thick, hot seed shooting forth to paint Penelope's soft, supple cheek and the tantalizing swell of her breasts. His body shuddered and convulsed, the force of his climax taking him by surprise.
Penelope giggled, a sound of pure, unadulterated delight, as she felt the warm splash of his release upon her skin.
“See why I need you to build up your stamina, husband?” she teased, tracing a finger through the spend on her breast and bringing it to her lips.
Colin could only groan in response, his mind already racing with the depraved, delicious possibilities of what the night would bring.
He chuckled as well, having proven her right. Ever since he proposed the idea, Colin has found it incredibly hard to not cum at the mere mention of it, every time his dear omega indulged him with her talented mouth, just the lightest touch of her lips to his knot had him spoiling their plans.
He lowered himself on the mattress before her, laying on his stomach and resting on his forearms, crawling to her until he was within distance of her quim; just away enough for her to see his pleading eyes over her belly.
“May I?” he asked.
At her indulgent chuckle and the subsequent widening of her thighs, Colin didn't hesitate. He dove between them, burying his face in the slick, fragrant heat of her cunny. His tongue delved deep, stroking along the glistening folds and savoring her sweet, musky essence with a deep, rumbling purr.
“Mmm... darling,” he managed to say between long, greedy licks. "Are you certain you wish to attempt that today?”
Penelope let out a sharp gasp as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive pearl, her back arching off the bed.
“Y-yes... oh, just like that, darling,” she praised breathlessly. “Yes, I–oh lord… you need not worry, I figured it out," she dismissed with a sigh and a weave of her hand.
Colin paused, looking up at her with a quizzical arch of his brow.
“Figured it out?” He punctuated his question with a slow, sensual lick along her dripping slit, his eyes locked onto hers. “How? When?”
Penelope's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink as she gazed down at him.
“Well... I... oh, don't stop!” she complained, her fingers tangling in his hair and pushing his face more firmly against her aching, needy sex. Penelope ground her dripping cunny against Colin's face, coating his skin with her essence as she grinded on his tongue. “Mmph... I wrote to the Contessa about it," she managed to say between ragged breaths, her hips undulating sensually against him.
Though he could not see her over her belly, and her little hand was firmly keeping him in place, he looked up surprised. They met the Italian Lady during one of the parties they attended while still in Paris if he recalled, as Penelope’s belly had yet to show. He remembered her, but he had no idea his wife had kept contact with her.
Since his mouth was blissfully occupied, he simply sent a question through their bond, just a little nudge to feed his curiosity.
“She…mhh, she’s been very helpful whenever I had some questions about,” he could sense the shyness licking at her tone, but she righted herself with a clear of her throat. “ About our relations. She offered her help should I ever have more questions so I wrote to her about… this.” He kept licking lazily, allowing her to keep her capacity to speak… for now. “Oh… she shared her secret technique with me. I've been... ohhh... saving it for a special occasion. And what better occasion than my alpha's birthday?”
She lightly raked her nails through his scalp. Colin groaned against her glistening folds, the vibrations only adding to the intense pleasure building between Penelope's thighs. He felt the smallest twinge of annoyance at his wife's secrecy, briefly considering adding this adding this little insolence to the growing list that’d leave her bum red once their pup was safely out of her belly and he could allow himself to treat her with the roughness they craved.
“Keeping secrets from your alpha, Penelope?” he growled, clicking his tongue in mock offence, before suckling her sensitive pearl with unrelenting fervor. He lapped and slurped at the swollen nub, his nose replaced his tongue when he dipped down to drink all the slick seeping from her, rubbing and grinding against it with each pass.
“Ah! Colin! Oh god, yes!” Penelope cried out, her body beginning to quake and shudder. The stimulation was too intense, too much to bear. Her thighs trembled as her climax crashed through her.
Thick, fragrant slick gushed from Penelope's spasming hole, flooding Colin's mouth and painting his cheeks. He drank it down greedily, the intoxicating essence of his omega filling his senses. His tongue chased until the last drop of her nectar.
He thought he could live off her slick alone, so exquisite was the taste.
Her fingers raked through Colin's hair as she held him tight against her, riding out the intense waves of pleasure that wracked her form. Colin simply held her steady with his strong hands gripping her plush ass, moaning in delight, determined to drink his fill.
“Colin... oh god... it's too much,” she whimpered, her voice raw and breathless. “... I can't... ah!... I need a moment…” yet her hand kept pressing him against her and her hips continued to grind on his face, so he continued until she truly could not take more.
Only when her thighs began to tremble violently and her cries reached a desperate pitch did he finally relent.
With one last, long, sensual lick from her the weeping entrance of her cunny to her swollen, throbbing pearl, Colin parted from his wife's divine sex. He gazed up at her, his blue eyes dark with lust and satisfaction, his face glistening with her slick.
“Delicious," he rumbled approvingly, pressing a final, tender kiss to her mound, her thighs, and her swollen belly.
He spread kisses all over her belly, pausing to press his cheek against it, wishing their pup a good morning.
Suddenly, a sharp–as sharp as their pup could manage–kick against his chin startled him, and he felt a surge of love and laughter bubbling up within him. He pulled back to see Penelope's belly jiggling from the baby's energetic protest.
“Great, you woke him up,” Penelope whined, trying to soothe their pup with her hand. He kissed it lovingly and then kissed her belly once more.
“You may kick me all you want when you’re out of there, my pup, but have some mercy on your Mama, she’s done no wrong here.” The kicks stopped, and he thought in awe that perhaps his alpha voice worked on the little rascal. But it seemed his pup was only fixing their aim, for the next kick came harder and landed on his cheek. “Ow!”
“Tell me about it,” Penelope winced, pushing his face away. “You will not reason with him until he’s been fed, I’m afraid. You know how cranky he can be in the mornings.”
Since her belly got in the way, Colin flopped on the bed beside her, finally able to reach her sweet mouth.
“Happy birthday, my love,” she whispered, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I wish we could leisure here all day, but you must dress quickly. I've ordered the staff to bring us breakfast here, and I’d hate to frighten the few maids we have.”
He gasped in excitement. They hadn’t broken their fast in bed since they returned from their honeymoon. He adjusted his breeches and went to look for a shirt, as well as his wife’s robe.
“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek as he helped her sit on the bed and rearranged the pillows of her makeshift bed.
He was eager to show her his den and finally move into their master bedroom. Their guest rooms were spacious and pleasant, but his omega deserved a proper den to make a proper nest on.
He went to open the curtains, surprised by how early it was, as his dear wife rarely woke before him.
“Colin,” she called his attention, tying her robe. She walked to the basin nearby, to clean off the mess he left on her. “After we finish here, I need to have you review some papers. I believe I am done with hiring a few more staff, as well as adjusting the budgets for the upcoming month. I'll bring them to you for your signature and approval.”
“Oh course, my darling.”
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Colin sat in his study, the rich mahogany of the desk and shelves surrounding him like a warm hug. He was engrossed in a tome on anatomy he picked up in Spain when they were making their way back to London.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he flipped through the pages. It was a subject that had become something of an obsession for him lately, ever since Penelope's belly had begun to swell at an astonishing rate.
At his towering height, Colin's heart had raced with concern when he first noticed the rapid growth of their child. Though Penelope was a woman of lush curves, she was also tiny in stature, a delicate flower compared to his own imposing frame. It stood to reason that their babe would be more than a handful for his petite wife.
Though his mother, her mother, the previous books he consumed and even a physician friend of Anthony had assured him there was no reason to be concerned, he thought some extra reassurance would do no harm. Penelope herself had proposed hiring a midwife alongside the doctor for the birth and later months, as she was advised by some of the ladies they’ve met across the continent.
He was so lost in thought, his mind racing with calculations and worst-case scenarios, that he didn't immediately hear the soft knock at the door. It was only when a gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder that he started, his head whipping around to face his wife.
Penelope stood before him, a sheaf of papers tucked under one arm, while the other hand rested gently on the ripe curve of her belly. But it was the dress she wore that stole his breath away. It was a stunning shade of blue– Bridgerton blue. The black and white butterfly pattern was the same rich fabric adorning the vest she insisted he wear that day.
He felt a rush of giddiness, endeared by her sweet attention to detail. He found himself wondering if one day he could get away with convincing her to match in yellow.
“Thank you, my dear,” he murmured, accepting the papers from her outstretched hand. “I shall send this back to you posthaste.”
But Penelope did not retreat to the door as he expected. Instead, she leaned in closer, her fingers coming to caress the hair at the nape of his neck. Colin's breath caught in his throat, a shudder of pure sensation rippling through him at her touch.
“I know you will, my love,” Penelope replied, her voice low and sultry, designed to set his alpha senses aflame. “I have no doubt that you will do an exemplary job, as you always do. My handsome, capable husband, so diligent and dedicated to managing our household, to protecting and providing for me and our growing family.”
She scratched the side of his head and he had to stop himself from tapping his leg like an overly eager pup.
She bent slightly down, just enough to give him an appetizing view of her decollete.
“I could’ve not asked for a better mate, a better father to my pups.”
He knew he was being seduced, and he was powerless to resist. Penelope's touch, her words, the way she looked in that dress, the very picture of a devoted omega... it was all designed to stoke the flames of his lust, his love, his all-consuming need for her.
“Oh, Pen… papers be damned, I must have you–”
SLAP.
Penelope's gentle but firm slap to Colin's cheek was like a jolt of lightning, startling him out of his lustful daze. His eyes, dark with desire, flicked up to meet her gaze, a mix of surprise and barely contained arousal flashing on his face.
He felt her send a question through the bond, checking she had not overstepped, and he sent back an enthusiastic assurance. He thought by now she’d understand there was hardly anything she could do that he would not like.
It did not hurt, he had yet to convince his dear to hit harder, but it left his cheek with a light burning sensation. Just enough to push away the ability to think from his mind.
“Now, now, alpha,” Penelope chided softly, a teasing lilt to her voice even as her baby blues sparkled with mirth and a touch of warning. “I believe I made myself quite clear earlier. You will not have me until tonight, Colin. You’ll not meddle with my plans. You’ve got a job to do.”
She pointed to the stack of papers on his desk, a silent yet firm reminder of the task at hand. He sat up straighter in his chair, his broad shoulders squared with newfound determination.
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied, a jolly grin spreading across his face as he reached for the papers.
He watched curiously as she removed her wedding and her engagement ring.
“What are you doing?”
“I just don’t want them to get dirty,” she shrugged.
Colin ceased his questioning at the sudden, insistent pressure Penelope pushed on his chest. He moved himself and his chair to make space for her, assuming she’d sit on his lap. Before he could get a hold of her, however, she had already ducked down, disappearing beneath the sturdy oak desk. He blinked in surprise, his heart pounding as he felt her fingers at his trousers, deftly unfastening them.
“Darling, what–?” he started to ask, his voice rough with confusion and a hint of anticipation. But his words died in his throat as he felt the cool air caress his newly exposed flesh, quickly followed by the warm, wet heat of his wife's tongue. “Here? Now? But darling your knees.” he fretted, searching with his eyes for a nearby pillow, even as his cock twitched and began to swell in her skilled hands. Penelope merely winked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, before she wrapped her soft lips around the head of his member.
Colin's head fell back against the chair with a low groan, his fingers curling around the armrests as Penelope began to work his half-hard cock into a full, throbbing erection. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, lapping at the weeping slit, before she took him deeper.
He could hardly believe this was happening. That his wanton wife was kneeling beneath his desk, sucking his cock with single-minded determination. It was a scene straight out of his most erotic fantasies, created in his dreams a thousand times since they first moved in, and yet it was somehow even better in reality.
“God, Pen,” Colin grunted, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust up into her hot, welcoming mouth.
Colin gripped the armrests tightly, knuckles white with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control as Penelope's wicked tongue and lips worked his shaft with ruthless efficiency. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, each inhale filled with the scent of her hair, the lingering aroma of her perfume mingling with the musky essence of his own arousal.
It was maddening how easily she could undo him.
She pinched his thigh and lifted a finger–not once stopping her suckling–to tap at the wood with her knuckle, sending a command through their bond.
He tried desperately to focus on the papers before him, but it was a losing battle. He managed only to think highly of her handwriting but could barely read a word she wrote.
How could he? When Penelope's soft, slick mouth enveloped him, her head bobbing slowly as she took deep. She seemed determined to tease him mercilessly, to push him to the brink of madness with her ministrations. Whenever Colin's attention wandered, drifting down to watch his wife service him, she would pull away abruptly, releasing his throbbing cock with a soft, disapproving tut.
“Eyes on the papers, Colin,” she would scold him.
He pretended he could multitask, and keep on ‘reading’ her notes, being rewarded by her engulfing him once more. She would lick and suckle, her tongue swirling around the sensitive crown before she took him deep, until the head of his cock kissed the back of her throat.
His knot swelled in record time.
Each time she reached his knot, stretching taut and pulsing against her lips, she would tease the sensitive flesh, her fingers stroking and caressing the thick ridge. Colin groaned, a guttural sound that rumbled up from the depths of his chest as pleasure raced through his veins.
But just as he teetered on the edge, his bollocks drawing up tight as his release approached, Penelope pulled away, releasing his throbbing shaft from the warm, wet haven of her mouth. He would whimper at the sudden loss, his hips jerking forward in a desperate bid for more.
She sat back on her heels, gazing up at him with a wicked, knowing smirk until his breathing slowed. Only then did she lean in to place sweet, chaste kisses along the length of his shaft, murmuring praise and encouragement between soft, fleeting kisses.
“Such a good boy, trying so hard to please me,” she cooed, her breath hot against his hypersensitive flesh.
Colin could only whimper and sweat, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. Her sweet torment was repeated over and over again, and soon had his skin damp with sweat, pushing him to his limits and beyond.
As the minutes ticked by, Colin struggled to maintain his focus. His signature scrawl became increasingly erratic as he signed off on the documents paper after paper, barely pausing to read.
But he resisted, gritting his teeth and bearing the sweet torture of his wife's ministrations. He knew she was in control, that she was the one dictating the rhythm and pace of their lovemaking. And he loved her for it, cherished this side of her that emerged in the heat of the moment.
Colin's body shook, his muscles taut with the strain of holding back his impending release. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, his breathing ragged and labored as Penelope's wicked mouth and tongue pushed him to the absolute limit of his endurance. He gripped the desk’s edge so tightly, he thought he might break the sturdy oak wood.
“C–can’t–” Colin stuttered, his voice breaking on a particularly intense suckle from his wife. His bollocks were so tight, aching with the desperate need for release. The pleasure was unbearable, a sweet agony that threatened to tear him apart at the seams.
“Mh?” the omega continued, unperturbed by his struggling.
“Darling…” he insisted.
Penelope paused, freeing his cock with a wet ‘plop’ and looking up at him. A string of drool connected her lips to his weeping cockhead. He could never decide if his darling was more akin to an angel or a devilish succubus like this. Both might be the right choice.
“Patience, husband.” He whined at the name, not at all making it easy for him to keep himself at bay. “I am not quite done here.” She gripped his member firmly. “And relax yourself for me… this may hurt.”
“Hurt?” He asked, but before he could inquire further, his cock was inside her mouth again, her head bobbing with rapid speed.
He was rendered a mess, gasping and moaning, whining and nearly sobbing as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.
Before he could realise, she shifted beneath the desk, both hands wrapping around his swollen, throbbing shaft. With a swift, practiced squeeze, she passed his knot past her teeth, making him wince.
Goodness, it did hurt, but the sight more than made up for it.
That naughty, satisfied grin on her outstretched lips, shining with a wicked victor's triumph, along with the pushed Colin over the precipice. With a last, strangled cry, his release crashed through him, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot, thick seed directly down his wife's eager throat.
Colin threw his head back with a guttural roar, his eyes crossing and rolling back in sheer ecstasy of his knot locked into place, trapped by the natural barrier of Penelope's teeth. Her lips pressed firmly against his navel, sealing him inside her, a willing prisoner of her heat.
Pen's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan vibrating around his shaft as she swallowed rhythmically, gulping down every last drop of his essence. She breathed through her nose, expertly staving off the urge to gag, her experienced throat muscles massaging his sensitive flesh.
Colin slumped back in the chair, utterly defeated. Utterly exhausted. His body wrung out and sated in a way he had never experienced before. He could hardly think, hardly move. His muscles like jelly as the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of his life crashed through him.
A part of him was thrilled, and a little scared, of what she could be planning for the night, because how could anything top this?
He was still floating down from the dizzying heights of his climax when he felt a gentle poke against his ribs. His eyelids fluttered open, and he gazed down at his wife.
Her baby blue eyes were wide and sparkling with curiosity. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, her hair mussed from its earlier neat style. He wished to engrave that view into his memory. She was still attached to his softening cock, his knot locking them together as the last waves of his release ebbed away.
His knot may not go down for at least five minutes.
“My love," Colin murmured, his voice rough and low with sated bliss. He reached out to caress her cheek, marveling at the soft, warm skin beneath his calloused fingers. “Are you quite alright? I worry for your lovely knees, bent in such a way for so long..." Colin asked, a hint of concern coloring his words.
Penelope rolled her eyes at him with a muffled laugh. She projected a sense of contentment and well-being through their bond. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over Colin, assuring him that she was more than alright. He wished he could get up and get her something more comfortable than the carpet to kneel on, still, but he chose to believe her and let it go. He’d sit her on his lap as soon as she was freed.
He reached for her rings and put them back on her fingers, unable to stand seeing them bare any longer.
Since her hand was up, Penelope pointed to the stack of papers on his desk, a silent instruction for him to return to his task at hand. Colin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement and affection.
“As you wish, my dear,” he replied with a grin, straightening in his chair and turning his attention back to the documents.
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