Page 104 of Alpha & Omega

Kingston had moved in two months ago. It made more sense for him to move in since he rented and I owned my home. However, we kept his apartment if we needed a place to stay overnight after working long hours, and I helped pay for it.

We even toyed with the idea of combining our businesses, as I once suggested, but I shut Kingston down. I never wanted that to come between us ever again. Regardless, if his business needed help, I’d be there.

“I’m hungry,” I said, pulling out some leftover wedding cake from the fridge. “We barely got a chance to eat tonight.”

“I’m starving, too.” He grabbed me from behind and nipped my shoulder. “Starving for you.”

“Nerd.”

“Hey, I thought those guys said things like that in your romance books,” he feigned a pout.

I chuckled. “That they do. My apologies, oh, romantic one.”

I cut a slice of cake and put it on a plate, but instead of eating a bite, I took a chunk between my fingers and spread it on his pecs.

He shuddered. “Oh, that’s cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

“Pfft, and you calledmea nerd.”

His body shuddered again when I licked up the icing and cake from one of his nipples, taking the bud between my teeth and clamping down.

Kingston groaned and thrust his chest at me for more, so I worked on his other nipple.

“I’m… not sure… if I prefer eating your delicious cake or… wearing it,” he breathed.

I stood straight, grabbed the plate holding the large slice of cake, and pointed at the floor. “On your back on the rug, King. We’re going to have some fun.”

He did as he was told, and I climbed on top of him, not lying down, with my ass toward his face. “Let’s have a little sixty-nine fun with cake.”

I watched his cock bounce at the idea before I rested the plate on the floor to where we could both reach it. We each took a glob, and I spread it along his hard cock, while he spread some in the crevice of my ass.

“I love dessert and your ass together,” he chuckled.

When I licked the icing off his cock, he froze for a second before thrusting it into my mouth.

His warm and wet tongue slid along my crease and over my hole, pulling a moan from me, and my eyes rolled from the arousing sensation.

“How does that feel weird and hot at the same time?” I asked.

“It’s a gift.”

His sticky hands grabbed my hips and pulled my ass closer to his face as his tongue probed my hole, while I sucked him down, enjoying the combination of sweetness from the cake and saltiness from his beading pre-cum.

Soon we were getting serious, sucking and licking each other’s cocks while fingering one another’s asses. I pushed myself to the max, his cock hitting the back of my throat and his pubic hairs tickling my nose.

Kingston popped off me, and coming up for air had me crying out, “God… your fucking mouth.”

He breathed heavily for a moment before he took my cock again, sucking and licking harder.

Sixty-nining wasn’t always easy between trying to get your partner to come while trying to come yourself. It was easy to get distracted, so instead of focusing on my orgasm, I concentrated on Kingston’s, pushing myself harder and faster, bobbing my head.

I knew he was getting close when he popped off me, clawing the hell out of my ass cheeks and breathing heavily. His cock swelled and heated on my tongue.

When I bobbed down, he thrust up, hitting my throat repeatedly, which would be sore later, but I didn’t care.

Suddenly, hot, bitter jets of cum landed on my tongue, and I swallowed it quickly so none spilled out of my mouth. I loved his sweet aftertaste.

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