Chapter 196: Favorite Fruit*

They walked back inside, the quiet of the apartment settling around them as the door clicked shut. Angel headed straight for the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves before turning on the tap. April didn’t hesitate. She followed her Alpha wife into the room, stepping up to the adjacent side of the counter so Angel wouldn’t have to tackle the pile alone.

Angel washed, scrubbing each plate and glass with methodical care, while April stood right beside her, reaching out to take the clean dishes one by one. She dried them with a dish towel, her hands moving in sync with her wife’s, placing each item neatly into the cupboards. Neither of them said a word for a few minutes, just breathing together in the warm, humid air rising from the suds.

When the last pan was stacked, Angel turned the faucet off, drying her hands on a cloth. She grabbed a tumbler from the shelf, filled it with cold water, and raised it to her lips.

As she swallowed, her gaze shifted toward the dining table. April was standing there, leaning slightly against the edge, watching every move she made. Her eyes were fixed on Angel’s throat as she drank.

"You look sexy when drinking water," April said, her voice soft, her eyes locked onto her wife.

Angel lowered the glass, setting it down on the counter with a quiet clink. "Oh, okay."

She wiped her mouth and took a step forward, intending to head toward the living room to relax. She didn’t make it two steps before arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind.

"My sexy wife," April whispered against her back, sniffing the warm skin of Angel’s neck.

Angel felt the heat of April’s body pressed tight against her. A low huff escaped her chest, a confident smirk pulling at the corner of her lips as she tilted her head back slightly.

"I thought I was on probation," Angel muttered, her tone dry but amused.

"Yes, you are," April murmured, her breath hot against Angel’s shoulder. "But right now, I just can’t help myself. I want to touch you and let you do things to me."

April’s hands didn’t wait for a response. They slid beneath the hem of Angel’s shirt, her fingertips pressing directly against the firm, defined lines of her wife’s abs. A soft moan slipped from April’s throat at the immediate contact. Her hands migrated upward, moving over Angel’s chest, her fingers gently cupping her boobs through her inner layer.

Angel exhaled slowly, feeling the quick heat rising between them. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her own shirt, and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside so her wife could touch her bare skin without any barrier.

"I knew you were definitely not going to stay a day without it," Angel said with a quiet laugh.

Truthfully, Angel had completely forgotten about her plan to seduce April tonight. She had assumed she was in the doghouse, but seeing April like this made it obvious, her Omega wife was already in heat.

"Shhhh," April hissed lightly, pressing her cheek against Angel’s bare back. "Don’t say something that will ruin my mood."

"Sure, sure."

Angel spun around in April’s hold. The second they were chest to chest, Angel grabbed April’s face and locked her lips onto hers. The kiss was sudden, deep, and hungry, full of a raw demand that made April’s knees feel weak, as if Angel hadn’t tasted those lips in months.

Without breaking the kiss, Angel hooked her arms under April’s thighs and lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the dining table. Her fingers hooked into the neck of April’s gown, pulling it off in one quick movement. Beneath the fabric, her Omega wife was already completely naked, skin flushed and warm under the room’s soft lights.

"Fucking hell, you are so fucking hot even when you are pregnant," Angel hissed out, her breathing ragged.

Her eyes trailed down, devouring every inch of April’s body before settling on the prominent, beautiful curve of her round baby bump. She reached out, her palm resting gently over the curve, feeling the distinct warmth radiate from it.

April reached up, her fingers catching the frame of her glasses to pull them off, but Angel’s hand shot out, catching her wrist in mid-air.

"Don’t take them off," Angel said, her voice dropping an octave, heavy and dark with possessive Alpha authority. "I want you to see me clearly as I fuck you relentlessly."

April’s breath hitched, a faint shiver running down her spine. "Fucking hell... Diabla is on, huh?"

"Shut up."

Angel leaned in and slammed her mouth back over April’s, cutting off any further talk. April surrendered instantly, sinking back against the table as she submitted fully to her Alpha’s dominant tide.

Angel pulled back from her mouth, her lips trailing down the slope of April’s chin to her throat, sucking hard enough to leave faint red marks. Her hands moved up to cup April’s heavy breast, squeezing gently.

"Your titties are bigger now," Angel muttered against her skin, her thumb running over the swollen slope. "I remember when my hand covered your entire tit."

Angel gave the heavy side of her wife’s breast a sharp, firm spank, admiring the visible bounce and the flush creeping across April’s chest. She leaned lower, taking one swollen nipple into her mouth, her tongue curling around it in slow, deliberate licks while her eyes stayed focused on April’s face, watching her unravel.

"Ahhh..." April moaned out loud, her head tilting back, her fingers clutching at the edges of the table as the warm friction of Angel’s tongue sent shocks straight down her lower belly.

The quiet gasp turned into a loud, sharp groan a second later when Angel slid two slick fingers directly inside her wet pussy.

"Fucking wet as always," Angel sneered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "This always seems to amaze me."

Angel didn’t slow down. She drove her fingers inside, her hand working in rapid, violent strokes, mapping out every tight ridge of her Omega’s cunt. She leaned up to capture April’s mouth again, swallowing every desperate moan April let out as her body buckled against the rhythmic thrusts of Angel’s hand.

Pulling back from the kiss, Angel dropped down to her knees between April’s legs. She rested her hands on April’s thighs, parting them wider as her eyes focused on her wife’s precious pink cunt. The wet scent filled the air around them. To Angel, this was her absolute favorite peach, the only fruit she would never get tired of tasting.

"You know, I don’t mind being a vegetarian for this little cunt of yours," Angel growled low, her breath fanning over the sensitive skin. "This is my favorite fruit. I would rather have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, even as dessert."

April looked down through her glasses, her chest heaving as she gripped Angel’s crimson hair. "It’s all yours, D... eat it as much as you fucking want. It’s legally yours."

Angel grinned against her skin, happily burying her face straight into her favorite spot. She licked deep and hard, her tongue working relentlessly over every fold, leaving no single crumb behind. She kept up a punishing, rhythmic pace, her thumb pressing down hard right where April needed it most, forcing her wife to shatter and cum right inside her mouth with a loud, ringing cry.

Before the waves of her climax could fully settle, April moved. Driven by the instinct to give back, she carefully shifted her weight and lowered herself off the table, kneeling down on the floor right in front of her Alpha. Even with her baby bump making movement awkward, she didn’t care. She leaned in close, staring down at the tight pants her wife wore.

She reached out, pulling Angel’s pants down past her hips, exposing her long, fully erect dragon ball. It sprang free, thick and hard, throbbing in the air right between them, waiting for her.

"All yours, baby girl," Angel warned, her breath rattling in her throat as she looked down. "Just don’t bite her."

April let out a small chuckle through her panting, the memory of their second night as a married couple flashing through her mind. Angel never let her forget it, always giving her that exact same warning so she wouldn’t repeat the painful mistake from back then.

April wrapped her hand around the thick base, slowly stroking the length a few times to get it slick. Then, she opened her mouth wide and leaned in, taking the thick head past her lips and swallowing the entire length down her throat in one smooth, practiced motion.

"Fuck..." Angel hissed out, her head snapping back, a low groan ripping from her chest as her Omega worked her mouth around her dick.

April didn’t slow down or pull back. She kept a steady, deep rhythm, her hands resting on Angel’s knees for support as she sucked with everything she had. She worked until she felt the sudden, rigid tense in Angel’s thighs, staying right there until her Alpha came deep inside her mouth. April swallowed every drop without missing a beat, cleaning her off completely.

Minutes later, April found herself bent forward over the dining table. Her hands gripped the polished edge until her knuckles turned white, her feet set wide to accommodate her belly as her wife’s dragon ball wrecked her hole from behind, slamming in and out, stretching her tight walls to their absolute limit.

"Ahhhh! Yes, yes, yes, harder Papi, fuck me harder!" April screamed out, her head hanging down as the intense friction drove her wild. "Don’t stop, harder! Ahhhh! Uhhhhhh!"

The dining table creaked loudly under the violent momentum, sliding an inch against the floor as April held on for dear life. Her pussy dripped continuously down her inner thighs, soaking the wood beneath her feet as her Alpha wife drove into her with violent, unforgiving thrusts, finally pounding deep one last time and coming heavily inside her.

They didn’t stay in the kitchen long after that. Moving together, they staggered out of the room and straight into their bedroom.

Angel collapsed onto her back on the mattress, and April immediately mounted her Alpha wife, taking control. She settled onto the hard shaft and began riding her hard, setting a fast, rolling pace that made the headboard bang against the wall. She kept riding even after Angel hit another deep climax inside her, refusing to slow down until her own body shook with another release.

When April finally collapsed onto Angel’s chest, Angel flipped her pregnant wife over onto her hands and knees. April stayed on all fours, her face buried in the pillows, as Angel lined up behind her and continued wrecking her Omega’s hole, thrusting with a raw, relentless speed until both of them were completely spent.

Finally, the noise stopped.

The bedroom was silent except for the sound of their heavy, synchronized breathing. April collapsed sideways onto the bed, pulling herself close until her head was resting directly on her Alpha’s chest, completely worn out and sore.

Angel wrapped one arm around her wife’s waist, pulling her tight. She tilted her head down, kissing April gently on the forehead, her fingers slowly weaving through her messy hair, untangling the knots.

"Thank you," Angel muttered quietly into the room.

"For what? We both enjoyed what we just did."

Angel squeezed her a little closer, her voice soft and steady. "Thank you for falling in love with me. Thank you for choosing to be color blind, and thank you for not calling me a monster. I love you, and I will always love you."

April smiled faintly, closing her eyes as she snuggled her face into Angel’s neck. "I love you too, Papi," April whispered softly. "Good night."

"Good night, Bebe."