But it doesn’t feel like it’s a full orgasm. My body doesn’t relax after. The pleasure never subsides, so the tank isn’t emptyand ready to begin again. It’s still half full. I’m still halfway to orgasm.
My body shakes in his hold. Dasan’s arms are wrapped around me, keeping me right where he has me as he fucks me. God, why am I so close again already? Fuck, I need to grip my dick, but I’m not allowed to.
“You have such a nice, tight breeding hole,” Dasan grunts.
I whimper, words spilling out of me again. “I’m going to come, Master.”
“Do it,” he demands.
This time isn’t nearly as pleasurable as the last time. Tears sting my eyes as forced pleasure wrapped in thorns streaks through my core.
Dasan abruptly rolls us so I’m under him and presses my legs together, straight out. “Squeeze your breeding hole just like that, Shiv. Keep it tight.”
I clench my muscles, and Dasan fucks me with more force to get through them. If someone guessed that this brings another orgasm bubbling to the surface, they’d be right.
I grip the bedding, trying not to let it come out. I know he said I can come whenever I want to this time, but it’s not as blissful as it usually is. It aches. My balls ache. My cock aches. However, in this position, keeping my hole gripped tightly around Dasan’s dick, his grunts are loud, deep, and growly.
They’re a verbal aphrodisiac that goes straight to my core, and I’m on the verge of coming again. “Dasan,” I whimper. “Master.Please.”
“Come, sweet omega. Fucking come for me.”
His growly voice seems to command my blood, and I cry out as I come. This time is different. Dasan comes with me. I feel the way he buries himself and how his cock pulses. The way he growls and grunts in my ear.
It’s good again. The thorns are gone. My orgasm leaves me literally breathless, like the air was forced from my lungs. I feel it all the way to my toes.
I can’t make myself inhale until his weight comes down on me and forces me to breathe. I suck in a breath, my body shaking.
“You’re addicting,” Dasan murmurs. “Holy fuck, your hole is… paradise.” His arms push under me, and he hugs me to him. “You’re perfect, Shiv. You know that? The way your pretty hole gets tight around me until I lose my mind is maddening in the best way.”
I shiver with each compliment. My entire body turns warm and relaxes.
“I found your honorific, Shiv. Are you familiar with omegaverse?”
I shake my head. “We’re going to have storytime soon because you need a story to fully understand, but an omega is submissive, precious, perfect, and able to take any big dick with a voracious hunger. They come frequently, easily, and beg for more. Their whimpers and whines are like a drug, calling right to the blood. You, Shively, are my fucking omega. I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I don’t know why I didn’t figure this out before.”
I close my eyes and bask in his… obsession. I like the sounds of that. I will be that for him. “Are you still Master? Or Lord?”
“Nuh uh. I’m the opposite of omega. I growl and bite and protect and command. You’re mine to control, yet you easily control me with the sweet sounds you make and my desire to give you everything you could ever want. You take my dick like a master, like your body was made for it. I’m your alpha, sweetheart. That’s what you’ll call me.”
“Alpha,” I murmur, nodding. “Okay, Alpha.”
Dasan grunts. His hips jerk, making his cock shift inside me. “I think I have an omegaverse kink that I didn’t know about.”
I grin even though I don’t know what that is. I’m excited to figure it out though.
We quietly lay for a long time before Dasan sighs and gently pulls away from me. I hate the feeling of his cock leaving my body, especially when he murmurs, “Uh oh.”
My shoulders tense, and I twist a little to look at his face. His eyebrows are knitted together as he looks down at my ass. Oh god. What’s wrong with my ass? Did he fuck it so good that it’s permanently stretched open? Is that even a thing?
“What?” I ask, imagining the worst things ever.
I hear the peeling of the condom from his dick before he holds it up. Shredded. My eyes widen. Honestly, I almost laugh. It’s like the Hulk’s cock. It simply burst its way through.
“What happened?” I ask.
“I don’t think we had a conversation about how to put a condom on around my piercing,” he says, amused. “It tore through.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. “I should be more concerned, shouldn’t I?”
