My pussy clenches.
If it’s possible for a penis to betoo big, his might meet those standards.
I can’t imagine taking all of that inside me.
Maybe this is why Alphas usually go for Omegas.
I’ve always heard they were built differently.
I guess this could be the reason.
Assuming all Alphas are so well endowed.
I catch my breath finally, but it’s not in time to get Falcon to slow down.
He’s already crossing the finish line, which is obvious by how tight his expression is and how fast his hand starts to pump his cock.
I bite back my disappointment as he finishes against the tree, spilling a mess of thick white threads over the base of the trunk as he growls out his desire.
“Fuck!” he cusses under his breath, standing there, cock in one hand while he removes the other from the tree he was holding himself steady against.
He straightens up, and I bite my lip.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, not looking at me. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just … You tasted so good. Sofuckinggood.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I assure him. “I wish you’d let me help …”
He looks at me, finally, and I can tell he’s shocked by my admission.
“Is it okay if I taste?” I ask, waiting for his nod before sinking to my knees at his side.
He moves to face me, cock still in hand.
“It takes a while to go down,” he explains.
He’s still hard, and there’s a pool of cum dripping from the tip, almost gone.
I open my mouth and slick my tongue over the thick head of his cock, tasting the last drops.
Salty, but also kind of sweet.
My mouth feels a little stretched as I work my lips around his tip, but it doesn’t feel completely unnatural. I move down a few inches, getting used to the feeling and figuring out how much of him I can handle.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, one hand stroking through my hair.
I look up as his tip hits the back of my throat, making me gag slightly.
My eyes water as I move back and try again to take a little more.
He gasps when I sink back down, somehow swallowing another inch.
“Robin,” he murmurs. “I hate to say it, but you need to stop.”
I move back, setting his cock free and staring up at him in confusion.
“Am I doing it wrong, or …”
He pushes his cock back inside his jeans and closes them, and then he gets down on his knees, bringing us face to face.
