Page 2 of Omen's Bombshell

“I see a lot I like,” I answer him honestly as I lick my lips while he steps out of his jeans.

Without responding again, Omen leans forward and removes the panties covering my core. Today I’m wearing a black lace bra with matching panties and I’m thankful I didn’t just wear a pair of my granny panties with a cotton bra for comfort. For some reason, I had to wear one of my new sets that I love because it’s one of my hidden vices. No one knows about the lingerie addiction I have. When it’s not that time of the month for me, I wear sexy panties and matching bras even if no one ever sees them. This is for me and only me.

“You’re sexy as fuck, Oaklynn,” Omen murmurs before he buries his face in my pussy.

I can’t stop squirming under Omen’s mouth as he slides his tongue through my folds before sucking my clit into his mouth. Omen slides a finger into my pussy before slowly pulling it back out, setting a slow pace while adding a second finger and manipulating my clit with his mouth. He sucks and nips on it giving me just the hint of pain that brings me to the edge. My release comes faster than I thought possible. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and so it's not going to take me very long to orgasm.

“Omen,” I moan out, my voice breaking as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me. “So. Close.”

“Give it to me, Oaklynn,” Omen demands, releasing my clit for a few seconds before sucking it back into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Cover my fuckin’ face, Oaklynn. Now!”

I have no choice but to give in to Omen’s demands as I feel my release coil tight before exploding in a myriad of colors and fireworks behind my eyes. Omen doesn’t let up as his fingers continue to slide in and out of my pussy while he bites down one final time on my clit prolonging my orgasm several minutes as my entire body deflates and I can’t move a single inch.

Omen climbs up my body pressing his lips along my stomach until he gets to my tits. He sucks one nipple in his mouth as I feel him move to the side of me. His beard tickles me while letting me feel it’s wetness from him going down on me. Embarrassment fills me with the thought that I soaked his beard with my release. I hear a drawer open and look over to find Omen grabbing a condom from his nightstand. He moves back over my body and I listen to him rip the wrapper open before moving his hands between our bodies. Omen pulls his mouth from my nipple and looks down to watch as he rolls the condom over his hard cock. One I haven’t even seen the full length of yet. I only saw part of it when he started to push his jeans down his thick legs.

“Ready?” he asks me, and I nod my head in response because my breath is still heaving from the release he just gave me.

My eyes slide closed as Omen starts to slide his thick cock in my pussy. The stretch burns a little bit as he slides in an inch at a time, never taking his eyes off of me as I open mine to watch him. I get lost in the depths of his blue eyes when Omen finally bottoms out and has his full length buried deep in my pussy. He gives me a minute to adjust to him before he pulls his hips back slowly. I feel every single inch of him as I wrap my legs around his hips and he picks up his pace while I start to move with him. Our bodies move as one while Omen’s movements speed up. He leans forward and I close my eyes, expecting him to kiss me. Instead, I feel his lips against my neck once again while he reaches between our chests and pulls my nipple while kneading my breast. His other hand grips my hip as he digs his fingers into my skin so hard I know he’ll leave behind marks on my body.

I wrap my hands around Omen’s shoulders as our hips slam against one another, the sound of our skin slapping together is the only sound filling his room besides my soft moans and our panting breaths. Omen releases my tit to pull my leg up higher around his hip, letting him sink slightly deeper in my body. I feel my release once again filling my body, coiling tighter and tighter. My legs start to shake before the rest of my body joins and my moans get louder and louder. I’ve never been the girl who screams down a room when I’m getting fucked. Hell, I’ve barely been able to get off when I’ve been with the few guys I’ve had sex with in the past. Omen isn’t having the same problem with me. He starts to twist his hips, grinding his pelvis against mine, rubbing just right against my clit to send me further over the edge.

“Omen!” I scream out as my orgasm crashes over me and I once again see fireworks and stars from the release coursing through my body.

Omen buries his face in my neck as his movements become erratic and faster than before. He’s now chasing his own release. I bring my other leg up higher while raking my nails down his back. Omen’s grunts fill the room as I dig my nails into his skin. When I go to pull my hands away because I’m not sure if he likes it or not, his movements pause until I put my hands back. I continue to dig my nails into his skin, marking his back in a way I’ve never done with a guy before.

“Fuck!” Omen groans, his hips slamming against me as his movements become even more frantic. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

His words do nothing but build me up even more as I let myself find another release just before Omen slams into me once more before going completely still.

“Oaklynn!” he roars into his room as my release slowly starts to fade and I try to catch my breath to no avail.

My heart is racing and my chest heaves as Omen collapses on top of me. He barely holds any of his weight back from crushing me. Omen’s a heavy man but I relish the feeling of his weight on my body. For the first time in a very long time, I feel small compared to a man. Not just with my height but from the generous curves I’ve always had. I’m not plus size, but I definitely have more going on than most of the women I see around the clubhouse. Of the women I see Omen go off with. I’m not his type and I won’t fool myself into believing I am for any reason. As he said, this is one night in his bed and nothing more than that.

“We’re doin’ that again, Oaklynn,” Omen states when we can finally breathe normally again. “You get one night and I plan on making use of every single minute of our time together.”

“Okay,” I answer him as Omen lifts me in his arms and carries me to his bathroom.

We spend the rest of our night together worshiping one another’s bodies while I try to keep my head and heart on the same page. This means nothing to Omen and I can’t let it mean anything to me. Omen puts me in positions I’ve never heard of before and he lets me explore his body, showing me what he likes. It’s the best night of my life until we finally fall asleep just before the sun starts to rise in the sky. Well, until Omen falls asleep. I silently get up and put on one of his tee-shirts before making my way into Homicide’s room down the hallway. I have things to do today and I’m sure Omen won’t appreciate waking up with me in his bed still. My major surprise of the night is discovering he’s a cuddler. Every time we finished having sex, he’d clean me up and climb back into bed, pulling me into his arms as we rested long enough to go again. The man knows how to work a woman’s body over and I won’t ever forget the way he made me feel.

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