His fingers tangle in my hair, like he’s about to grab a fistful, and he growls possessively, making a bold attempt at an AO sound.
"Because you can never be with anyone else. You’re mine forever,I demand it.I won’t let you be with anyone else!"
I grin. "Deal. I’m only yours, Alex. Forever, I swear."
In one swift motion, I yank off his shirt, and my eyes lock onto his chest, which is really fucking sexy.
Alex’s slightly swollen pecs, rare even among omegas, rise like delicate cones, crowned with large, long-tipped nipples. He usually flattens them under tight shirts, but underneath, they’re nothing like typical pecs. They’re more like small A-cup breasts, soft and rounded.
There’s always been something fascinating and alien about them to me. I’ve seen plenty of omegas, but none with protruding tits like his, most just have big nipples on flat chests. But Alex? He’s got these tiny, perfect cones with puffy nipples, and I… I just love them, the uniqueness.
My lips find them, sucking hard and deep. Alex arches and trembles beneath me, moaning, his fingers digging painfully into my skin, yanking my hair.
He does this sometimes during sex, scratches me, bites me, like a wild, feverish little animal when pleasure rips through him. He whimpers, squeaks… Alex is someone who gives himself over completely: no limits, lost in it. It’s a side of him that never shows in daily life, but in bed? It emerges, hungry, thirsty.
Anyone who looks at him just sees a short nerd with a wild mop of hair falling into his face, but what does Alex have inside? A cute little nympho. He has zero trouble coming, does it fast and easy, can have orgasms one after another.
So I suck on his pink nipples, rolling and tugging at them with my other hand, squeezing, and he moans and moans, and sure enough, a moment later, I know exactly what’s coming. His body jerks with his first orgasm; I can almost see the wave of energy surging up from his lower back to his head, his spine arching, his hips lifting, the air filling with the scent of his cum.
Smirking, I slide lower, hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants, and yank them down.
His softly rounded hips are exposed, and his little cock, so often hard, now slick with cum.
Carefully, thoroughly, I lick up every drop of his release, sweet like whipped cream.
"You’ve just gotta be my True Mate," I blurt out, my mouth still full of his cum. "You taste like fucking cake frosting," I mumble, licking and cleaning every last trace of semen from his smooth, flushed skin.
Alex’s eyes are blissfully half-lidded, completely drowned in pleasure; when he gets like this, it’s almost like a quasi-heat.
That’s just how sex with Alex always is. He can have up to seven orgasms in an hour, each one hitting like a wave of pure ecstasy. He doesn’t even seem fully conscious in those moments, just a stream of breathy, pleasure-drunk sounds spilling from his throat. He surrenders completely, trusts me with his body without a single doubt, letting me do whatever I want, and I take full advantage, pushing him to as many climaxes as I can. I love the challenge.
There’s no such thing as a quickie with Alex. Well, there is, but afterward he just sulks, whining that he wants more, more, more…
If I ever stop after just one orgasm, he wanders around dazed, unsatisfied, hungry, almost whiny, or he hangs onto my arm, his lips pushed out in a pleading pout. He needs to be fully sated, and I throw myself into it with passion, because I kinda live for this. It’s my life’s mission to always leave Alex happy.
And his cock? Still hard as steel! No orgasm can make it go down, Alex’s dick only softens about twenty minutes after we’re done. It’s a real phenomenon.
I could technically give him a blowjob, but he stays rock-hard the whole time. Alex doesn’t even know what oversensitivity is down there. Wish I could say the same for myself. In the hour I always spend with him, I can come at most three times, and by then, my dick feels like raw meat. But that’s not the case for my perfect, gorgeous boy.
So I take his whole four inches deep into my throat, sucking hard, working my tongue and tight lips, I’ve perfected the technique, and I know exactly how to get Alex off as fast as possible.
Alex trembles, mumbles, and lets out these adorable little sounds, his body tensing as he comes in my mouth with almost kitten-like mewls. I move lower, playing with his balls for a moment, sucking his two little pink orbs into my mouth, before sliding a pillow under his round, plush ass.
"Time for a feast!"
Alex tastes like honey, and his hole is just incredible, like a tiny pink flower, a tight little bud that easily blooms open with arousal. His delicate pink rim is slick with his own wetness. I press my mouth against it, licking up the sweetness, the best taste in the world. I seal my lips around his entrance and start sucking, knowing Alex can come just from this, teasing his sensitive outer ring while swirling my tongue inside.
My tongue slides into him, my lips kissing, brushing, nipping at his rim.
Alex thrashes on the bed like he’s having a seizure, his cheeks flushed red, babbling, "Lick, lick, lick, gosh, yes, yes, yes!"
He moans and claws at the pillows behind his head, yanks at his own hair, scratches my arms, completely lost in ecstasy. A low, vibrating groan of pleasure rumbles from his throat.
I don’t stop, my tongue speeds up, swirling in fast circles, massaging his ring.
After just three minutes of this, Alex’s cock explodes again, shooting out another stream of white droplets, this time smaller, his main supply spent. But that doesn’t mean he won’t replenish quickly.
I lick up every last drop, feeding on his honey flavor. Alex lets out that deep, rumbling purr, the one he sometimes makes during sex, a low, vibrating hum in his chest that tells me he’sutterly content. But of course, we’re not done yet. Still, for now, I know he’s ready, prepped and perfect to take me.
