Instead, I bend to sweep my hair over his hard cock.
He jerks at the sensation. “Ro…”
I silently lean even further and dip my head to swirl my tongue over the head of his cock to surprise him.
“Yes…” Bird attempts to raise his hands to grab onto my hair.
I pull away from his cock to order, “Keep them there.”
Reluctantly, Bird drops his hands back to the mattress.
I bend back to eagerly taste more of his pretty cock and prepare him for my pussy.
I have never given anyone a blow job before.
Why would I?
My encounters haven’t been about pleasure but rather, necessity.
Now, however, I am driven in my rut into wanting to draw as many of these delicious whines and whimpers from my Omega as possible.
I don’t understand it.
This is new.
My Alpha side is growling in delight.
Bird smells sweet, as I lick up and down his shaft and then over his balls.
His chest is rapidly rising and falling.
Then I grab the base of his cock.
I hollow my cheeks and suck his cock into my mouth.
“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.” Bird twists his head from side to side.
I am relentless.
I look up at him through my eyelashes.
He is blindfolded by his own clothes. His hands are still balled at his sides where I pinned them. His painfully hard cock is being ruthlessly driven toward climax.
I have never felt so powerful.
My core is throbbing.
I grind myself against Bird, humping myself on him like he’s an Omega toy, while I suck him.
Bird is whining like he can’t stop.
He’s close.
“P-please.” He claws at the nest. “I’m g-g-oing to c-come.”
Hurriedly, I pull off his cock, dragging his balls down.
“Not until you’re in me, Omega.” I command.
