Page 316 of Labor of Love

In my current position, standing over him, my erection was directly in front of his face.

“Why, hello there,” Onyx said in a whisper, then pressed a kiss on my cockhead before taking me down his throat.

A rumble came from me as I tossed the washcloth on the floor and threaded my fingers in his hair. He released me with an audible pop and a thread of my precum dripping from his lips.

I pulled him up to crash our mouths together. Tasting myself on him had me wanting so much more of him. I sucked on the beauty mark on his top lip like I’d wanted to do since the moment I noticed it.

“You’re so sexy,” I told him as I continued loving on his lips. “I’m so fucking lucky to get to have you like this.”

“I want you,” Onyx moaned into my kiss. I wasn’t going to say no to that.

He rolled over and used his hands to spread his cheeks apart, presenting himself to me like a good omega.

“How are you so perfect?” I asked. My hands covered his and stretched his cheeks wider for a better view. His hole was pink and leaking so much. It was so fucking ready for me.

I was tempted to get my tongue on him and feast for the rest of the night, but who was I to deny what my mate wanted?

“Let me grab a condom,” I said and turned to find one of the many boxes I’d stashed in random places around the house in preparation to spend my rut with Onyx.

Onyx grabbed me before I could. He still had his chest pressed on the bed and ass raised in the air. He was looking over his shoulder, eyes focused on me as he asked, “What if you don’t?”

“Don’t what, baby?”

The term of endearment seemed to surprise him, but he looked pleased, with a pretty blush tinting his dark cheeks. I noticed he had the same reaction when I first called him that at his bar, which only made me want to use it on him even more.

“What if we skipped the condom?” he said slowly.

My throat felt dry at the suggestion. I licked my lips to moisten them, then replied, “I, um, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from popping a knot. You already feel so good. I’ll go crazy if we go bare.”

“Then don’t hold back.”

My mouth flapped open and closed, no words coming out. Maybe I was dreaming, or my rut was causing me to hallucinate, because this was too good to be real. Onyx had to know the implications of being knotted. That was one of the first lessons we got in our compulsory sex-ed classes.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” I asked when I finally found my voice. “You’ll get pregnant… with my baby.”

Even under the moonlight, I could see his nearly black eyes sparkle. They were an abyss, drowning me until all I saw was him.

“I could only hope,” was his answer.

I pounced on him, taking his chin in my hand to seal our lips in a hungry kiss.

Onyx gave me back as good as he got. Our tongues slid together in a dance I wanted to do with him for the rest of our lives.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly when the kiss broke. I wanted nothing more than to breed him right this instant, but hormoneswere high, and I needed him to be absolutely certain. Because once he agreed to be mine, I wasn’t ever going to let him go.

“I want us to be mates,” Onyx replied. His smile filled me with contentment and so much happiness.

“Onyx, my mate. I promise I’ll make you the happiest person in the world,” I rambled and held him tight, afraid that if I didn’t hold on, I really would wake to find that this was all a dream.

Onyx laughed and kissed me again. “Now hurry and fill me up,” he said, lifting his leg like the tempting thing he was.

“Fuck, you’re killing me here, baby,” I groaned. I maneuvered him onto his stomach again before climbing over him. This would be the most comfortable position once my knot popped, and it gave me unbridled access to love on his glands.

Once again, Onyx spread his cheeks open, but I didn’t hesitate this time. I slammed inside of him in one hard thrust. His channel opened eagerly to take me in, and his cries echoed in the room as he moaned my name with each slide inside him. My name on his lips was as sexy as I expected, and I couldn’t wait to fuck him until it was the only thing he could say.

My arms slid around his chest, my nose already pressing into his gland to soak in his scent, and my hips pounding into his tight, hot channel. Without the condom, he felt hotter, and I could feel every single twitch of his insides. All the sensations together were too much, and I could already feel the base of my dick expanding.

“We’re going to be so happy. You, me, our child. I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you,” I said, pressing a hand over his stomach. “I’ll keep you bred and satisfied. You’ll never go a day wanting.”

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