Page 58 of Single Omega Dad
I couldn’t believe my luck. Mathias had come back. My Alpha had returned and was once again in my bed.
My cock was so hard it almost hurt. The skin of my ass was wet and ready. Normally I needed extra lube for intercourse. It was like that for most Omegas. But with Mathias I hadn’t needed any last night. And tonight looked to be about the same.
I was wet. I was ready.
He took his time caressing me and, like before, did not shy from my belly. He cupped my abdomen, running his fingers up and down it and around my belly button. He let out a short breath. It almost sounded as if he said a word. It sounded likemine.
But of course that had to be my imagination. It was too early for Mathias to make any claims, and too early for me to even think it. Knowing his family line, I felt fairly certain he would never make a claim on babes who weren’t his own.
Still, at just the thought that what I heard might be true, I arched up, my body quickening even more, so ready for him.
“Please,” I said. I didn’t want to beg, yet at this point I didn’t care. “I’m ready. I want you inside me.”
Most Alphas would take to fucking right then and there without being asked further, without checking to see if the path toward penetration truly was clear, slick and open.
Mathias did not. He tipped me onto my back and pushed his hand beneath me.
I pulled my legs up so he’d have easier access. He touched my buttocks, both of them, holding the cheeks in his palms, then ran his fingertips up and down my crack.
I groaned, lifting my hips up, encouraging him.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathed.
My mind became light as air at the compliment. “So are you.”
I reached between my legs to touch him at his center, right above where his hard cock stood away from his body, and the silver ring glowed at the base. His flat, taut stomach was like touching metal encased in flesh. He was so firm, the muscles as if carved from stone.
I ran my fingers over his cock, then grasped it. He let out a hiss. I felt him move closer, saw his dark head come up to meet my gaze in the candle-pulsed dark, eyes glowing, as I guided him to my opening.
The head of his cock met the slickness of my hole and my muscles pulsed against it. I felt myself open to him.
“Push,” I instructed.
He gave a little flick of his hips and the tip was inside me, hot, swollen, demanding. He let out a harsh breath in pleasure.
I pushed forward and felt my wet channel suck him into me. The sensitive walls of my hole became instantly stimulated and I knew I was going to come internally, and fast.
“Fuck me,” I whined. “Do it because I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
He thrust all the way in, then pulled out and thrust again.
He rocked into me with quick motions and before I knew it I was over the edge, my anal orgasm ripping through me from the base of my spine to the top of my head. My hard cock throbbed with the intensity, but didn’t shoot yet.
Mathias was good. Really good. He kept thrusting hard, harder, taking me through my orgasm, wringing it out of me. He pumped his hips while leaning down to kiss me again and again.
I held my legs open, resting my feet against the sides of his hips, feeling my ass stretch for him, accept him. My cock slapped against the curve of my belly.
My grandest wish in this moment in time was that he would knot me.
When he came, he pulled me up to him, then turned us onto our sides and his cock slipped out of me leaving me feeling empty. He held me to him in an embrace I considered to be intimate.
He did not knot me.
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Every night for two weeks, Mathias came to my house.
Sometimes the boys were already in bed, sometimes they were still up. He never ignored my boys. He always spoke to them as if they were people, not children.
