“I can tease myself for a while, but you did an amazing job swallowing me. I’m not sure I can hold off too long.”
Remember where the oil was, I quickly found it. I didn’t care about how eager I looked, or how much of a mess I made on the bedsheets as I coated my fingers in wet slippery oil and pushed two fingers into my anal without any prep.
If I wanted rough, I would do it myself. One way or another.
I didn’t spend much time opening myself up. I wanted to please my Alpha but find some sort of pleasure in it myself.
Tossing the small bottle by the pillow, I moved faster than I ever had with anyone else. I threw a leg over Vincent’s hips, my sights set on one thing.
Both of Vencent’s hands landed on my hip, preventing me from just falling in one swift move. Instead, he controlled my movements from underneath me. He teased me.
“Sir?” I cried as a finger entered me first, opening me more than I did. All he did was smile, his eyes light with so many good emotions I couldn’t land on just one.
Eventually, after he seemed content enough, he pulled his fingers from me, then just as slowly guided me down on him.
He was warm and hard, pushing me apart in the best ways ever. Even if it were slow, I felt each inch enter me, stretching me.
When he was fully in, I pressed on him further, making sure there was no more room for him to leave empty. I wanted to be full of him. Full of everything he gave me.
“Take over, Charles. Take what you want and don’t hold back.”
I didn't second-guess.
I lifted enough that only the head of his cock was in me, and then slammed down a hard and quickly as I could. I let my cheeks hit his skin, the ache lighting me up inside.
It wasn’t enough.
But it would be for now. Because I was in control. I had the power, and I was going to use it until he said otherwise.
With Vincent holding onto my hips, where he wasn’t guiding me, just holding and my hands planted on his ribs to give me momentum, I moved.
I clamped around him, drawing out sounds that I only wanted to hear from this man. Sounds that said he was pleased. Sounds that settled in my gut likehome.
Through my half-closed eyes, I looked at Vincent. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. His mouth in a small O, I took what I wanted.
Every thrust became more of a need than a desire. A means to the end.
His cockhead hit the right spot, causing my balls to swell and draw up towards my body. My cock yelled out for release, to be free, to seek pleasure.
“Sir? Can I cum?”Please say no. Please say yes.
So torn, wanting both to happen, I moved, my movements jerky as I soon wouldn’t be able to control what happened.
I could cum. And I hoped my Alpha would take what he wanted from me by any means necessary.
“Cum, Omega. Come for me.”
That’s all I needed. Those simple words.
With a caged-up cock, an Alpha’s cock deep in me, I came. Hard.
My vision went blank. My breath got stuck in my lungs. My channel was squeezing his cock like it was the last thing it’d ever get.
No longer having any strength, my arms collapsed. My body fell against his front, my sperm drying between us as he pushed his hips toward me, holding himself inside me as warm spurts shot from his head.
He filled me, and I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing around him, holding him and his cum inside me as long as possible.
Too soon for my liking, Vincent’s cock softened, falling out of me. In its wake, I was empty and content at the same time.
