Page 39 of Heat Me

I didn’t know if it was possible for him to blush any more, but he turned as red as a beetroot. I leaned over and licked his soft belly thoroughly, pinching his sweet love handles and leaving a few hickeys over the soft mounds of his hips.

"You're so soft, pudgy, and you taste delicious, like a marshmallow…" I purred.

The moment I looked down, he immediately spread his legs wide and inviting, so I could easily taste some more of his sweetness that was now literally oozing out of him and soaking the sheet.

"Mmm… so ready for me." Smirking, I leaned in to lick his swollen entrance and kiss his pink petals. When I penetrated him with my tongue, he moaned so adorably and lifted his hips higher, as if to encourage me to put something thicker than my tongue in there. Finally, I couldn't help myself, I lifted up and pressed my dick against his soft hole.

Then I remembered that he loved hearing cringy dirty talk the first time around, so… why not go back to that?

"You agree to be stuffed, my hot marshmallow?"

"Very much so!"

And we merged again, both of us moaning.

"God, I love, love, love to be there, the best place in the world," I murmured and closed my eyes because it was true, I felt like I was in heaven, wonderfully held in a wet, hot paradise, an ideal retreat.

"I'm going crazy in your softness," I babbled, making no sense but unable to stop wallowing in him. "This is too good," I mumbled, feeling my knot growing even though I hadn't had an orgasm yet.

I moaned loudly as it expanded inside me, followed by a powerful orgasm and a wave of ecstatic pulsations in my cock, but all I could do was mumble gibberish, "Too good, too good, too divine, too divine…"

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by Damien's wide-open eyes. He was staring at my red, flushed face.

"Do you really like being there so much?"

I snorted with laughter. "Do I like it?! That word is way too small to describe what I feel when I’m inside you. I could live there!" I smiled, and he replied with a shy smile.

"You’re so sexy, Damien, the sexiest omega I’ve ever met…"

He rolled his eyes. "This is absolute bullshit, and you know it."

"I don’t know anything about that because that’s how I feel, Damien. You’re just perfect for me."

And then we didn't talk for the next hour.

I fucked him constantly, I don't know, probably in all kinds of ways and positions, and he couldn't stop coming! It was almost 11 pm when I finally finished and positioned myself behind his back. I knew that he might experience small waves at night, and I wanted to be ready.

We pulled the blanket over us and just went to sleep without a shower, cum puddles around us. It was right around 2 in the morning when I felt the movement of his ass rubbing against my dick, which was strangely already stiff, so I just pushed it in and fucked him for a while until we both came.

And then we just went to sleep, but not for long—about 4 in the morning I was woken up by him tossing around the bed and the situation repeated itself. I entered him, thrust into him for a while, and we both climaxed.

Two hours later, the same thing happened again. At 8 o'clock in the morning it lasted even longer, the wave was much more intense, so we went to sleep again around 9:30, so tired that we fell dead asleep immediately. I didn't wake up until around 11 am when I heard the sound of the shower.

I sat up in bed and noticed, with some amusement, that my entire side was stained with dried jizz. The sheet didn’t look much better—crusty and smeared with cum. Then I heard Damien’s footsteps as he left the bathroom.

He stood in the doorway, dressed in a red T-shirt and shorts, peering at me. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, which was new. I smiled apologetically and pointed to the sheet. "Looks likeyou’ll have to replace it. Luckily, the nest didn’t get wrecked. A miracle!"

Damien laughed softly and walked closer. He looked surprisingly good, almost radiant, with a kind of positive energy surrounding him.

"It’s not a problem. My nest is really solid this time. I don’t think it’ll even fall apart when I change the sheet."

"Let’s try doing it together," I said with a grin.

He nodded, pulling a fresh sheet from the bottom drawer. Carefully, we slid the old one out from under his nest and just as carefully slid the new one in.

Damien was smiling the whole time. Then he said, "You know, it’s really nice how delicately you handle my nest. So many alphas think it’s some silly omega quirk."

"But it's natural for omegas, it's not some weird behavior. My omega dad always makes nests, really elaborate and sophisticated ones. My alpha father loves them. And… I love yours."

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