Page 25 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
Malori covered the hand resting on his chest. “That was pretty fucking hot, actually. I kind of wish you had internal security footage, so I could see what it looked like.”
He growled softly. “I do have cameras but not on that couch, damn it.”
“Well, maybe we can recreate it sometime.”
“Hell, yes. Can I…fuck, but I really want to get your dick in my mouth.”
Malori’s heart fluttered. “Really?” It had been ages since receiving a blow job hadn’t been part of a paying client’s sadistic game.
“If you’ll allow me?”
“Yes.”
King threw the bedcovers back and crouched above Malori—a dominant position that sent a flood of acid into the back of Malori’s throat. But King didn’t press down or shove his legs apart, or do anything violent. He lowered his head and kissed Malori, a slow press of lips and slips of tongue that promised so many good things to come, and it left Malori breathless.
King slipped slowly down to the end of the bed, his fingertips lightly trailing over Malori’s torso and belly, barely skimming the skin. Enough to almost tickle. His eyes were hooded, probably upset by the faint scars on Malori’s body, permanent proof of the hard life he’d lived until this moment. Both on the streets and at the Farm.
He’d had one client who had purposely sharpened her fingernails before their appointment, and the wounds she’d left behind had gotten her banned.
No, no thoughts of that, not while King was studying his cock like a tactical officer planning an attack. Malori was so aroused he’d probably soaked through the bottom sheet and into the mattress cover. He watched, mesmerized, as King clasped his cock by the root and flicked out the tip of his tongue. Malori gasped at the tickling sensation against his glans, and again when King did it twice, pressing into the slit, then sealing his lips around the head. Malori bucked his hips, needing more, all over, and unsure how to ask. Positive only that he didn’t want this to stop.
“Taste so sweet, angel,” King practically purred, then licked up the entire length of him, like his dick was a melting popsicle. Up and down, all over, wetting him, tasting him, making Malori gasp and beg. When King took his full length into his mouth, the head into the back of his throat, Malori shouted and clasped at the sheets. He wanted to thrust, to fuck King’s mouth, but he wouldn’t choke him.
Malori had always hated being choked, his air stolen from him.
When King’s fingers stroked Malori’s balls, Malori met his eyes and nodded. King’s smile went feral. He lifted Malori’s cock out of the way and sucked on his balls, licking the sac, massaging each nut with his lips and tongue, turning Malori inside-out with joy. Then King made a new, delighted sound. “Fuck, I can taste your slick,” King said. “So good.”
Instinct seized control of Malori’s higher thought processes, and he blurted out, “Taste more. Lick me there.”
“Fuuuck.”
King shocked the hell out of him by sitting up and, again, looming over him. His lips and cheeks were red and wet, and hiseyes held a depth of desire Malori couldn’t comprehend. “How far, Mal? My tongue? My fingers?”
“Tongue. No fingers, no dick.”
“I swear.” King kissed him again, and Malori caught a brief taste of his own essence—not something he’d experienced often, but he loved having it offered to him by King’s tongue.
Then Malori was being bent in half, his own cock practically in his face. King held him with one hand supporting each thigh, and then Malori was lost. Lost to the brain-melting sensation that was King thrusting his tongue into Malori’s soft, wet hole. Seeking every drop, every taste of natural juice. Experiencing an omega’s body this way, for the first time, and for the first time in his own life, Malori was eager to offer it.
Eager to be used for his uniqueness, treasured for this new thing he could give to King, and for the tremendous sensations building inside his body. From his groin to his eyeballs, he was filling up with something he couldn’t describe. Didn’t understand. Never wanted to end. That scary, primal thing wanted to break free, to scream at King to fuck him already! To claim the omega he clearly wanted.
Self-preservation kept Malori grounded to the moment, and he writhed at the end of King’s tongue. Writhed and moaned and willed his body to produce more, to gorge his lover with all he could take.
Malori’s orgasm came out of nowhere, and he erupted across his own chest, neck and face. King did not relent, licking his ass and rolling his balls, and urging Malori through a second orgasm, almost immediately after the first. His legs shook, and his belly quivered, and Malori wanted to collapse into a heap of jelly. King helped him unfold and sprawl out, boneless and trembling.
“Can I come on your chest?” King asked.
“Yeah.” Malori would have agreed to almost anything then, and he was more than happy to mix King’s semen with his own. He tried to watch, but the post-arousal lull was pulling him under again. It was always worse after taking the erection potion, which typically kept him hard and flowing for two hours, taxing his body’s hydration, and usually leaving him exhausted.
This was a much more pleasant lull, swaddled with love, devotion, and the sense of being perfectly safe, even if he passed out right now. He heard King shout, felt warmth splatter his chest. Felt the comforting pressure of King’s hand smearing it on his skin. Soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead.
Content, happy, and secure in his place here, Malori drifted off to sleep.
EIGHT
King didn’t wantto leave Malori asleep in his bed, but he had work to attend to this morning. After cleaning up a passed-out Malori and tucking him back in, King showered and dressed for the day. Checked his phone for messages.
Insurance bullshit about his car. A note from Ziggy that he was still working on private and city surveillance cameras around the scene of the accident.
