Page 79 of Labor of Love

“Okay, Allen,” I say softly, pulling away but not before kissing each of his cheeks. I grab the end of his bedding, using it to wipe my face clean. Then I adjust the two of us until I’m laying on my back with Allen in my lap. “We’re gonna take this slow, okay? I want you on top so you can take your time and control how much you take. Can you do that for me? Take it nice and slow?”

Allen whimpers but nods his head. “I’ll try, but I’m so empty, Dario.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s about to change. Come on, sit on my dick.”

I’m expecting Allen to sit back and take me in, but instead, he twists around so his back is facing me. Then he reaches back, pointing my dick to his hole before slowly sitting back.

I have the most amazing view like this, watching as the tip of my cock pushes against his slick, pink hole. I grab a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart so I can watch. There’s a moment of resistance before his hole gives way, my cock pushing into his body.

“Fuck, Allen,” I breathe out, my eyes glued to where my dick impales Allen. “That’s it. Keep going. Deep breath and push back a little more.”

Allen tosses his head back, letting out a wanton moan. He lowers himself a little more. I marvel at the way his little hole stretches around my length, taking it so easily despite such a size difference. Gods, it’s so fucking hot.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Keep going. You’re almost there. Another big breath for me.”

Allen sucks in a sharp breath, his entire body shaking with the effort it’s taking to go slow. I can see how much he wants to fall all the way down, but he’s following my voice, taking his time. He’s doing so well, so good for me. Such a good omega.

“Oh my fucking fuck,” Allen gets out through clenched teeth as he sits all the way down. “Fuck, Dario. You’re so fucking big. I swear I can feel you in my stomach.”

“Filling you up so good,” I tell him, leaning up and wrapping my arms around his middle. My hands go to his stomach, pushing down like I can feel myself. That makes Allen whimper. He looks down, staring at my hands. His ass clenches around me and I can already feel my knot starting to fill with blood, tingling delightfully. “Can you feel me? Can you feel how good your ass is around me? So good. The best omega,” I breathe out, peppering the back of his shoulder with kisses.

“Gotta move, Dario. Please.”

I sit back once more, letting Allen ride me. His ass jiggles every time it collides with my pelvis and I’m obsessed, unable to look away. Despite our size difference, we somehow fit together so perfectly.

“Keep going. You’re gonna make me knot, Allen. Your ass is so good, like the perfect glove.”

“Alpha,” Allen says, his voice all high-pitched and breathy. “Alpha. Knot me. Mate me. Make me yours. Please, I need it. Need it so bad. Gonna die without it.”

I plant my feet on the ground and grip the back of Allen’s thighs. I hold his legs open before pumping up into him. Thesound of my cock plunging into him is wet and obscene but that only adds to the pleasure. Allen wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking himself quickly, letting out desperate little whimpers as he does.

My knot is slowly growing, making my thrusts harder and harder. I’m stretching his hole impossibly wide. With each thrust, my knot knocks against his rim. I’m so fucking close but I need him to come first. I need him to be as loose and relaxed as possible.

“Are you gonna come for me, little omega? Are you gonna let me smell how good your cum is? Come on. Let me see it, sweetheart. Go on.”

Allen cries out, his body locking up as he comes. The smell of it is even better than I imagined. As soon as he goes limp, I push into him, chasing my own orgasm. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m biting down against the back of his shoulder and following him over the edge. I’m careful not to break skin but I know there will be one hell of a bruise there tomorrow.

My knot locks the two of us together and I feel myself coming into Allen’s ass, filling him, marking him from the inside. Gods, he’s so hot around my knot. I feel like I could sit here and come for hours, it’s so good.

I carefully roll Allen onto his side, keeping him tight against my chest and pelvis. I run my hand over his side, gently kissing his back and his neck. Allen hums happily, his scent mellowing out for the time being. Instead of need and lust, he smellscontent.

Oh gods, that’s doing something to my head. I’m not sure anything smells quite as good as content omega. I wish I could bottle this up and keep it forever. Allen fits so perfectly in my arms. I keep forgetting that this is only a job and not real. If I’m not careful, I’m going to leave when Allen’s heat is over with a broken heart.

Allen’s breathing evens out and he falls asleep. I keep my nose buried against his hair until my knot finally goes down. Once I can pull myself free, I run to the bathroom, clean myself up, and get some towels.

“Shh, go back to sleep, Allen,” I whisper as his eyes blink open to see what I’m doing. Now that I’m back in the room, he goes back to sleep, trusting that I’m not going anywhere.

Even that leaves my heart aching in a way I can’t describe with words. One fuck and somehow I’m a goner? I’ve been doing this job for a few years now and I’veneverfelt anything like the way I feel about Allen. I think I might be completely and utterly fucked.

I’m gentle as I clean Allen as best as I can. The sheets are a disaster but at least Allen won’t wake up caked in dried cum. I kiss his forehead before putting on my boxers and grabbing some food and water from downstairs. I’m not sure when the next wave of Allen’s heat will hit, but I want to be ready. I want him to feel taken care of. I want--

Jesus, I think I want way too much. Is there any hope he’ll want to talk about all of this once his heat is over? Or would it be better if I did everything in my power to lock all these feelings away and put them to the back of my mind?

“Dario?”

Well, those thoughts will have to wait because right now, I have a job to do.

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