I type frantically without tearing my eyes from the screen. Her body is bathed in shadow, unlike many other women on NightNudes who seem to have movie-level lighting. No, ScorchedOmega’s feed is more modest, discreet, as though she’s hiding.
And she draws me in, holding me captive, unable to look away.
Her eyes ghost over my message, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips. I can’t tell their exact color, but I wish I could see more. Have more of her.
“Thank you for the sweet reminder.” Her melodious voice fills my room, but I’m transfixed watching her drop first one strap, then the other off her slender shoulders. ScorchedOmega’s fingers hover at the front of her bra, running back and forth, teasing the entire room.
More tips come flying in.Fuck it.I drop her $50, too. Something dark and slimy slithers through my gut.Paying for sex now, are we? Pathetic. Loser. Just like my mother’s johns.But I shove the evil thoughts away, instead focusing on the beauty being unwrapped before me.
With a breathy sigh that goes straight to my cock, she lithely unclips the front button, causing a gentle snick to reverberate through the microphone. Even with the bra open, she pauses. To tease or because she’s uncertain, I’m not sure. All I know is the anticipation builds, causing all the blood in my body to rush straight to my dick. I’m harder than a steel beam, and I can’t help but let my hand reach below my sweats and grab my aching shaft.
Ever so slowly, she peels back the lace, giving us a glimpse of the bounty underneath. The most stunning tits I’ve ever seen come into view. Skin so smooth that I wish I could reach out and touch it, scent mark it, lick it, bite it. What I wouldn’t give to be in the same room as her.
And, oh God, fucking cherry on top. Her nipples are hard, aching little raspberry buds that call to me. They’re perfect, round, pebbled, and in need of attention that I would happily give. The little omega has a birthmark just below her left breast in the shape of a flower. My mind conjures filthy images of my tongue running back and forth and back and forth until her taste becomes my whole personality.
With my cock in one hand, I fumble in my desk drawer with the other to find some lotion—maybe it’s wrong, but I don’t wanna be right.
Panting harder than I have any reason to, I finally locate the bottle and yank it out while the gorgeous woman on the screen goes back to bending and twisting. ScorchedOmega’s sexy body has my world narrowing to her, the screen, and my aching knot. The bottle crinkles in my hand as I pour a dollop into my palm and quickly grip myself before slowly pumping from root to tip. Groaning, I imagine sliding between her plump lips.
Fuck, that feels good.
“All right, y’all, this is gonna be my final flow for the night as I’m getting pretty sleepy over here,” ScorchedOmega informs us sweetly, her gentle, southern twang piercing my heart. Licking her lips, the pint-sized vixen palms her breasts and lets out a breathy moan, making my fist speed up. Pleasure builds,fuck I’m close. I need to finish before she’s gone. She does some sort of stretch with her leg, but it’s her perky little nipples, peeking between her slender fingers, that have all my attention. She cups them, then plucks at the tender buds, and I wish my hands were hers.Yes. Just like that. Give me more.
My cock thickens, filling my palm, and I tighten my grip, moving faster.
Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go.
My brain chants, and after a moment, I realize I’m whispering it into the empty stillness of my room. But it doesn’t change a thing. She saunters forward, blows the camera a quick kiss, and then turns off her feed, leaving me alone, staring into nothingness. It would be easy for me to scroll to a different feed, but honestly, I can’t. None of them would be worth it.
They wouldn’t beher.
Closing my eyes, I lean back and try to conjure her image, calling my chosen temptress back to the forefront of my mind.
“Alpha, may I?” she begs so sweetly, sliding effortlessly onto the floor between my legs. Big, luminous eyes stare at my thick cock from behind her fiery mask, her tiny pink tongue darting out to lick her lips as though she can’t wait for a taste.
“Take me all the way, omega.” I run my fingers through her short, dark bob, pulling her forward until her lips kiss my ruddy tip. Tapping twice, I ask her to open, and she does. Hollowing her cheeks, the little omega bobs up and down, her pace quickening with every drop of her head. Her tongue and throat work in synchronicity, swallowing me and bringing me closer and closer to nirvana.
“I’m not gonna be able to hold out long,” I grunt, fisting her hair. Shiny tears drip down her cheeks as she stares up at me with glistening eyes, but she’s determined to take me to the root. Humming around my length, the vibrations from her mouth go straight to my nearly inflated knot. Reaching down, I squeeze, trying to stave off my climax, but I’m no match for her talented tongue. Sucking me to the back of her throat, she swallows hard, and I go off like a rocket.
“Oh, fuck!” I’m back in reality. No tiny omega between my legs, just rope after rope of sticky cum splattering my abdomen.
Disappointment rushes through me, and I lean back, letting my head hit the desk chair with a thump. My pained groan echoes around the room.
One day, she’ll be mine.
Just as the thought rips through my mind, a loud banging comes from the main area of the house, followed by a hushed titter. I guess Julius is home… And he’s not alone.
Big shocker.
I keep the pressure on my knot until it goes down, then head for my ensuite, resigned to spending the rest of the night in my room to avoid my packmate and whatever bimbo he hopes to entice me with.
After tossing my dirty clothes into my hamper, I reach for the taps, happy when the sound of rushing water drowns out the giggling and kissing coming from the other side of the door.
Not gonna happen. I’m done with one-night stands and easy fucks. Relationship or bust, baby.
Chapter Five
Julius
