Tears sting my eyes, and I think one is loose. I can’t hold in my orgasm. It’s too close. What happens when I orgasm without his permission? I whimper, but maybe it’s more of a sob now.
“Please,” I beg again. “Please, Alpha. Please let me come. I need to so badly it hurts.”
He hums again. It feels like a charged jolt straight through my cock since I’m securely in his mouth. Deep. I think my cockhead is?—
I groan, body arching stiffly as Dasan takes my cock down his throat. The tightness around my cockhead has my head spinning. Tears leak down my face. The constant vibration just barely rubbing my nipple is torture. The way he periodically switches between squeezing the other nipple and rubbing it between his fingers has me shaking.
He swallows around my cock again, and I nearly lose the fight. I sob, my body unable to hold still as pleasure, hot and wild and painful, surges through me.
Dasan’s mouth comes off me, and I try to take a breath. “As soon as I put you down my throat again, you count to five and then you can come. Understand?”
I nod excessively. “Yes.” There’s a chance my answer is a shout.
His mouth is on me again, so I loudly count. Not quickly. I know he doesn’t mean quickly. As soon as I shout five, I’m almost screaming because he pinches my nipple hard, sucks me deep into his throat, and sucks like a vacuum.
My orgasm has my eyes rolling and my body spasming. I jerk and shake, struggling to take a breath as white-hot pleasure sears through my body and out my dick. Dasan doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Doesn’t stop sucking. Doesn’t stop pinching my nipple. Doesn’t stop teasing the other one with the finger vibration thing.
He hums, then swallows at the very end. I choke on air as his throat squeezes my cock. Oh god, it hurts so good.
I’m still shaking when he crawls up the bed to hover over me. I feel wrecked, like he sucked my bones out through my cock. I can barely open my eyes.
“That was rather short,” he says. “I didn’t get nearly enough time worshipping your cock as the glorious appendage it is.”
I shake my head weakly. “You did,” I try to assure him. “It was the best orgasm ever.”
“Was it now?” he asks.
Oh no. I think that sounded like he was accepting a challenge.
“Alpha,” I whine.
“I’m going to need to breed this sweet hole, Shiv. Are you ready for me?”
I nod. I’m always ready for him. Always.
Dasan almost always begins our time together in bed by getting my hole lubed and stretched for him. Even if he doesn’t get inside me right away. I’ve offered to do it for him, so I’m ready when he gets here, but I think he likes to watch me. Or he likes to do it himself as he rubs my prostate until my limbs shake.
He leans over me, putting his lips to my ear. “How do you feel about not using a condom this time?”
I shiver. A rush of emotion fills me, but I’m not sure if it’s excitement or terror. Maybe both.
“I need a verbal answer.”
Taking a breath, I nod.
“Verbal, omega. Try again.”
“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “Yes, breed me with no condom.”
“Is that what you want?” His fingers begin toying with my ass, and I almost whine again. Almost.
“I want you to feel good.”
Dasan sighs, his lips moving over my neck. That’s not the kind of answer he likes. I know that. My chest tightens because I’m displeasing him, but I’m not sure how else to answer him. I want him to feel good. I want him to use me to feel good. Always. Only me. How else do I say that without him disliking my words?
He doesn’t ask again, for which I’m thankful. I feel his cockhead at my hole, and I take a breath, holding it until he begins pushing inside me. As always, it’s immediate fire, and Ishudder beneath him. The breath I was holding comes punching out.
He’s not slow tonight. His thrusts are almost punishing. I survive three before I’m begging to come again. I can’t help it. There’s a chance that it’s just how the barbell through his dick drags, but then again, it might just be him. I’ll never know.
