He nodded, bracing his hands behind himself against the wall. I held him by his bent legs, my palms on the undersides of his thighs, and moved slowly out, watching my glistening cock slide through the pink ring of his rim. He was dripping with slick, stretched wide around my girth. The hottest view ever.
I shoved it all back in and added a little punch with my hips to nudge the sweet spot.
His eyes flew open, his pupils huge. “Just like that!”
I kept the exact angle and sped up. His cock jerked and bounced around, and his slim, smooth belly protruded a little on each fuck. His nipples quivered.
He had an amazing hole. I’d never felt anything like it. Supple, silky flesh, so soft and welcoming, slippery and deep, but then it would clench, and I would grit my teeth to stop myself from coming.
I could do better. I had some fucking self-control, dammit. This gorgeous, irresistibly smelling omega had asked me, point-blank, for a reaming, and I would give him what he asked for and more.
The table banged against the wall, and Jay pushed back, meeting my fucks, moaning and swearing.
When he gasped, “Making me come…so hard!” it was like I’d won an award.
Jay squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth formed anO, and his cock sprayed his belly with drops of cum. I wanted to lick them.
But I wasn’t done.
“Can you come again?” I ground out.
I didn’t slow down. I refused to. Not when he looked this ecstatic.
“Yes! Yes!”
“When?”
“Now… Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Now!”
Sweet heaven. His ass began clenching like crazy, squeezing and milking me, and I pushed through, over and over. My balls were on fire.
Jay’s cries crested the third time in a row. I loved the sounds he made, so raw and uninhibited.
He arched off the table, pressing his body onto my dick, impaling himself as I thrust into him. Covered with sweat, neck corded, mouth open on a guttural wail…
Fucking hell.
I couldn’t hold it anymore…not when I saw him like that, like I’d fucked him into nirvana.
Pleasure rushed up my spine, spilling into my legs and swirling in my underbelly. I threw my head back, roaring way too loudly, but at that moment, I wanted the entire fucking world to hear us.
I pumped my cum into him, right against the closed mouth to his womb, while his hole sucked on my dick like a hungry mouth.
Jay slumped on the table, limp, his chest rising and falling.
I didn’t want to leave his body. Not yet. I stayed inside the warm heaven of his loose hole and leaned down to brush my lips against his flushed cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
Not opening his eyes, he murmured, “Sure,” and smiled softly.
He parted his lips for me and let me caress his tongue. Slowly, I rocked our joined bodies, riding the gentle waves of aftershocks.
Then he grazed my bottom lip with his teeth and said, “Can I use your shower? I don’t want to go home smelling of sex.”
“Oh. Of course.”
Why did I think he’d stay until morning? He’d said earlier he needed to go.
