Page 45 of Single Omega Dad
“Oh,” he said. Just that one word.
“Oh gods yes, fuck me!” I yelled in a strangled voice.
His hips moved.
I let go of the grip on my thighs and both my hands reached for his hips, my fingertips digging into his buttocks, pulling him to me.
He eased in, then out again, my hands pulling and pushing to the rhythm we set, and he fucked me so thoroughly and beautifully I saw dark colors begin to emerge in the air, my vision all wonky, drugged from pleasure.
I clutched at his ass which was firm and muscled, ran my fingers up and down to his thighs to marvel at the hard muscles there as well, the incredible strength.
“Ah, you are beautiful,” I heard him whisper. “So wet. So warm. So tight when you do that thing--”
Whatever I was doing—milking him with my ass?—I didn’t know I was doing it. All I understood was that the pleasure caused me to undulate against him, making me crave more and more.
With every thrust, his cock grazed all my pleasure zones. Impossibly, even my spent cock was hard again, slapping my belly as he moved within me.
Mathias lifted his head and kissed me. “I can’t hold back. I’m going to come.” His voice came breathless in the shadows when he broke away.
“Don’t hold back.”
“It’ll be hard and fast,” he said breathlessly.
“Do it!” I gripped his hips harder as he pushed in and out of me fast, faster, until I thought I’d pass out from the sheer joy of it.
His hips shuddered up and down and his thrusts became deep and lightning quick, like a piston.
Mathias gave a broken cry and I felt him freeze inside me, his big cock growing and growing until it pulsed and my insides felt the flood of his boiling ecstasy.
My channel clenched and I came, too, internally this time, the shock of it traveling up my spine until I went rigid with the orgasm, locked in place.
It was so good. The best sex ever. I guess I’d had a lot of only passable sex in my youth.
I half expected him to knot, but after a minute he pulled out, cock wet and gleaming in the low lighting, the silver ring glimmering, hand on my ass caressing upward to my balls.
He saw my hard cock and bent between my legs.
This time when he took it into his mouth I was sure nothing would happen. I was replete with exhaustion, limp everywhere but my dick which, in my past experiences, would soften very quickly as I relaxed in afterglow. But when his mouth touched me, tongue against the head, lips surrounding me, saliva slicking me, the pleasure slammed up through me again. His hand tugged lightly on my balls.
I screamed in a low, loud voice as he sucked sweetly and lightly, as if he knew I was over stimulated and trying to be gentle, until my whole cock filled his mouth. I shot hard as he drank from me. Thirsty bastard.
I’d never come so many times in a row like that in a single session with an Alpha. This time: twice externally, once internally. Usually if I came more than once with an Alpha it was only after I’d rested for a while.
I looked up as his mouth popped off the head of my cock, licking the last of my drip, sucking it clean and dry. My skin glistened with sweat. His body rippled in the light, his cock hard again.
I trembled and dozed for a few minutes and heard him get up, then later felt a towel rubbing me down.
Finally, when I could move, I opened my eyes and just stared at him. What had we done? It didn’t seem like simple sex. Like getting off. It was more like making love.
He was on his knees looking down at me and a new look came over his face, one I hadn’t seen before. Maybe it was the dim lighting. Maybe it was my blurred vision. But something had taken away all the angles and sharpness of his cheeks, jaw, nose and mouth and replaced it with soft wonder. His lips were half open, still damp.
His cock stuck up hard and dry,—he’d wiped it clean of my juices with the towel—and jutted from its thatch of curly black hair and encircled by the ring of silver.
Finding energy I did not know I had, I brought myself up and pushed him onto his back, my hands on his thighs and pulling them apart. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked down, cupping his balls and gently rippling my fingers beneath them.
He fell onto the pillows with a grunt, thrusting up into my mouth.
Time lost all meaning, but it didn’t feel like I sucked him for long, my mouth stretched over his girth, my throat aching to take the length, before he came in great pulsings into my mouth.
