Page 84 of Single Omega Dad
I sank into the pleasure and love which seized me wholly, and I no longer had the need to buck or take, but merely float.
Saber’s hands ran up and down my stomach and chest. One hand circled the base of my cock and massaged and milked. He let me slide out of his mouth and I kept my eyes closed as I trusted him to make the next move.
He moved up my body, kissing, licking. He pushed my thighs down and climbed over me, straddling my hips. He placed one hand over my heart. The other held my cock straight up, firm fingers surrounding the shaft as he lowered himself.
The tip nuzzled between his cheeks. It slipped a little; he was so slick. But he held me tight and guided me to his entrance, lowering himself onto me. My cock slid into his stretched and ready entrance and he moaned, taking me in deeper, his muscles tight but prepared to let me glide all the way in.
When he was fully seated, he put both his hands on my chest and began to move his hips.
To be fucked like this, with no strain on my part, no difficulty, no aggression, was like being claimed by my Omega, and I loved it.
He rocked upon me, his internal muscles milking my length perfectly. The Burn rolled over my flesh like a breeze of hot air, lifting, sinking, then lifting again with the rhythm Saber set. It did not overtake me in a frenzy of near painful desperation, but instead guided me higher and higher to ecstasy which I could feel echoing back at me within our bond.
My sensitive cock throbbed, the cells from the tip to the base blooming with the swell of more and more pleasure.
“I’m going to come.” It might have been a whisper. It might have been a yell.
Saber quickened his pace, and his muscles squeezed me as he moved up and down my length. His own cock bounced up and down, tapping my belly, balls rubbing against my groin.
I groaned and all the colors upon the darkness behind my eyes went red.
The bond between us flared.
At the moment I crested, I felt Saber reached behind himself and between my legs. First he palmed my balls, which had tightened hard against my body, then he used his fingers to encircle my cock at the base, milking me there as well as with his anal muscles.
I shot hard into him, my fingers gripping the purple bedcover. My eyes snapped open. It was such a huge throb I couldn’t contain myself. I sat partway up, lifting my hips to his.
His fingers kept milking and as I pumped more semen into him, his cock twitched and dribbled as he, too, shuddered and came, spraying a few shots over my chest. Yelling my name.
In that moment, everything that he was, and that was any part of him became mine to protect and love. Tybor. Luke. The twins waiting to be born. The territory of his house. The map of his entire body. I wanted to swallow all that affection and need, overwhelmed by my yearning to save, protect, open, claim.
Saber continued to move up and down my shaft with his body as I continued to spurt. I could not recall ever coming so hard and so much.
I almost thought I could hear him through our bond:Come on, give it all to me. I want it all. I want all of you. Mathias!
The slick warmth of him. The sweetness of his fingers tight around my base. His other hand pressing to my chest just over my heart. The curve of his stomach was so enticing, I put my hands there just to feel him, to encompass all that he was, and my shoulders and head fell back to the pillows.
Suddenly, it felt as if his fingers were pushing alongside my still throbbing cock and into him, all around me, surrounding me. It was the weirdest sensation.
Then I heard him shout. “Yes!”
My fingers splayed over his full belly, and I thought of the babes within, curled and sleeping, waiting for their moment in the future to join our little family.
More of Saber’s fingers teased my cock at the base, pushing inside me. I wondered how he was doing this; he had to be twisted most uncomfortably.
When I looked up at him, his shoulders were straight. He sat on me, his hands at his sides, his hips rocking, his eyes glazed and glowing.
“What--” I began.
“Knot me, my Alpha, my bondmate, my love.” As he spoke, he sank down hard on my cock. I felt his hole widen to accommodate—what?—my knot?
As the swelling grew firmer and firmer against the rim of his ass, I realized this was something different for me. Something new.
He was taking this thickness into him, his hole stretching to form around it and lock us together.
My knot. I was forming a knot and the pleasure of it felt like his fingers gripping, milking, pulling, only it was all me.
The knot sent sensations up and down my shaft, like continuous little orgasms all building to swell at the base and slowly move up the length.
