Page 154 of Fallen Omega

Something small and sweet smelling hits me in the solar plexus and the surprise sends me reeling. Allowing her to push me back into the wall.

It’s blood lust, the primal sexual kind that glints in her pretty dark eyes. “What if I don’t want to go back? What if I’ve got a taste?” She slides in close and I let her. “What if I want to hunt you?”

My dick twitches, instantly hard. “Not how it works.”

“That,” she whispers, trailing her hand over my cock, eyes lighting up at the size and steel of my erection, “seems convenient. But we’ll play it your way.”

I wait. How she touches, explores, is fucking heaven.

“What if I bargain instead?” she presses.

“Bargain with what? That’s Unholy Trinity money on you.”

“My life.”

“Too priceless, Liz,” I mutter.

“My virtue.”

I laugh softly. “Knight got that.”

“The rest of it.”

Heat moves through me, sexual, alive, and the hunter within rears into life. “Rest of it? Your mouth and cunt’s first times have been claimed.”

She doesn’t pick up on my meaning, so I let that slide. But it’s alive in me. And in that moment, I know two things. I’m chasing her down, right after I let the prey chase me.

And then? I’m claiming her ass.

I almost groan.

“You can have both. And I’ll give you a taste.”

Hand still on my dick, she sinks to her knees and undoes my jeans, freeing me. The heaviness of my thick, long cock hits the air, and her, as she’s a little too close, but her scent blooms big with her delight, and she starts to stroke and touch and taste me with her tongue and lips.

“You’re so big. Are all alphas like this?”

She wants to fucking talk? I’ve talked more tonight than I have in the past month. Shit.

“I don’t measure. I don’t need to. And you won’t either. Dante will kill you, and I’ll help. Knight’ll probably try and save you but when he hears what you’re planning to do, or did do, he’ll come to our side.”

I shut the fuck up the moment my cock hits the back of her throat.

She’s stretched tight around me and she’s gagging. The involuntary motion is sublime on my cock.

I can’t help it. I’m not really one to let someone have the time to explore. I grab her hair, knocking the hat to the dirt. My head hits the brick and every single nerve ending rushes right to my cock that gets bigger. The urge to fucking knot, here and now, is insane.

She’s delightful. Her mouth stretchy and tight, the unavoidable scrape of her teeth delicious. And her tongue? Fuck. It wiggles against me.

I’m absolutely using her face as a fuck hole, so I grip her hair harder as I let her set her pace.

She’s all over the place, exploring and coming almost all the way off to lick and suck and then going down slow, then fast.

Something snaps.

I take over and slam my cock into her, setting the pace I like, going as deep as I want, letting her know my needs, andshe’s so hot and wet and tight. She’s like a combination of pussy and asshole, but with more room to do stuff. The stretch of assholes is something I fucking love. But dear lord is her mouth taking over that love.

Dante’s right, this is the best experience and a terrible blowjob, but I think she’s a quick learner, because I force myself to loosen my hold and she gags herself, keeping my pace, going deeper, taking my cock into her throat, pulling back at the right time before surging forward.

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