"Ah fuck,ah. Halley, rut-damn. Your mouth feels so good."
I twirl my tongue around him, suck, and his thighs tremble.
"Fuck!"
There is a clang as the belt buckle slams against the truck, Knox reminding himself to keep his hands above his head.
I want them in my hair, controlling me in the way I know he wants to, but that's not what he needs right now. He needs proof that he can be sexual with his Omega without hurting her, and it’s my job to lead him to that realization.
So I close my eyes and set to work.
I learn as I go. Changing tempo and speed. Sucking and licking. Every time he reacts to something I'm doing, I take note.
I bob too deep and his cockhead pops right into my throat. I make a surprised sound, and pull back immediately, shocked to discover I don't gag.
I think it almost breaks Knox, because he’s shaking all over, a sheen of sweat over his upper thighs.
“You’re trying to kill us both, you little maniac.”
I should take mercy on him… Except, now I’m fascinated, and I channel my inner Shade, and experiment.
I push back down, and his cockhead slips into my throat with ease.
Fascinating and confusing.
An Omega's biology is geared towards one thing: breeding. What is the purpose of this? Even if my defective body could get pregnant, this definitely isn’t how it’s done.
I swallow around the intrusion, my throat working him in a tight vise.
This is certainly a neat party trick, and by the sounds Knox is making, he’s a big fan. I guess it makes sense. Afterall, I only have one pussy and four horny mates to please.
A gush of slick ruins my trousers as I imagine getting plugged airtight by my Pack.
The leather of the belt creaks in protest under Knox's grip.
"Oh, Princess. You... I'm in your..." Knox babbles, unable to complete his thoughts as he uses his notorious restraint to keep his body in check.
I forget what the plan is. Why did I restrain him again? I don't want him to hold back.
Frack, I want him to lose control and rut my face.
Knox has a blind spot when it comes to me. He’s never understood how to handle an Omega, and his past failures are haunting him. It’s time he learned that he won't hurt me, even in the throes of pleasure.
So I pull him out of my throat, tighten my hand around his knot, and suckle the head of his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Can't he see how much I want it? How much I need him to take control so I am able to show him how good of an Omega I am?
"Princess, I'm going to... I need to..."
I pull back with a pop, a string of saliva from my lower lip to the tip of his pulsing member.
"Wha — why?" Knox exclaims.
Maintaining eye contact, I straighten and tug his arms down. A flick of my wrist, and the belt falls to the ground between us. I thread his hands through my hair, my brow raised in challenge.
My tongue flicks out as I lap at the precome leaking furiously from his tip.
“Were you saying something before? Something about needing to…” I ask innocently, batting my lashes.
