Page 128 of Fallen Omega

That savage, vicious front moves in. I’m going to play a filthy little game with my control. See if I’ll end up fucking her before she can fucking blow me. I give myself fifty-fifty chance. Generously.

“Take my cock out.” I look at her.

Hate. Resentment. Lust. A perfect cocktail of an Angel storm.

“I—”

“Do it.”

Swallowing, she shakes as she does so. Her eyes widen as she sees the size and heft of me.

“Lick around the head, under the edge.”

She comes in, tongue out, and she delicately touches me.

Everything goes haywire and my cock jerks. She moves in a little more, and she starts to lick, taking me into her mouth. She sucks and starts trying to move, her eyes glitter as she looks up at me.

“Take me deep. I want you to fuck your own mouth with my cock, take me all the way down.”

I let her move on me, enveloping me in the heat and wetness of her mouth, the sucking moves, and the slide of her tongue. She’s hot, alive, and not very good. But every moment is both agony and bliss and the best fucking blowjob I’ve had. Because fuck, she might not have skill, but that mouth’s magic.

Our entwined scents bloom and roll in the air, and I grip her hair as she manages to get me almost all the way in, little choking noises and her fast little swallows at the back of her throat a god’s gift of stimulation.

But I need more.

I grab her hair and force her forward on my cock. I push into her throat, fucking her face hard, and then pull back alittle, and I snap my fingers and those glorious eyes, tears leaking, full of hate and lust and need, lock with mine.

I stop, and she sucks on my cock. I give her my most depraved smile, running a finger through the drool on her chin, and I paint her face with it.

Her gaze shifts away as she sucks. And I laugh softly.

“Still hate me, Angel? Even with my cock in your mouth?” I stroke in and out. “Go on, Angel, look up at me and tell me how much you hate me.”

She makes a sound, and I start to pound her again as her eyes roll up to mine and she grabs at me, pulling me to her, gobbling me down even though I barely fit.

Filthy fucking little Angel. She likes a good hate mouth fuck.

She gags on my cock and stays there, her uvula working me.

I crack. Come apart. My control is shattered and just the wild ferocity of the need. The hunger is there. I grip her hair down to the scalp, and I start fucking into her mouth, hitting her throat, deeper and deeper each time until its fucking balls to her chin, with a rough, hard beat.

She’s still grabbing at me, and I don’t even try to hold back. I grab a fist of her hair and hold her in place, slamming in and out like I’m brutally fucking her cunt.

It’s too big—the orgasm is there, built to monstrous proportions since the moment I walked into that fucking room upstairs. Since that first guy dared even think about touching her. I slam into her, into her throat, and she’s gagging now, drool slicking the way, and she’s going at me too.

Power surges through me like nothing else before, and the wild bite of the orgasm’s electricity zaps down my spine. My balls rise. I grab her with my other hand too, holding her as it shoots up my cock, and I come so fucking hard that some dribbles out of her mouth. I stagger, dragging her with me, not willing to let her go.

Black stars burst in front of my eyes as the orgasm rips through me.

The waves keep crashing and building, and it’s transcendental.

When it ebbs, I pull out, staggering back.

Holy fuck. That…that was like knotting.

I stare at her, and my cock jerks. The ache of desire whispers through me again, but I tuck myself away. It doesn’t matter that she’s a vision with drool and cum down her chin, her tits. Her thighs glistening, the puffy lips of her cunt slightly spread and red.

I find her shorts and toss them to her.

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