Page 30 of Alpha & Omega

Kingston continued to grunt, mingled with whimpers, clawing at his sofa to keep from being pushed up so far by the amount of force I was using on him.

The sounds of pelvis slapping against ass, along with the arousing and musky scent of sex, filled the air around us.

When Kingston suddenly clamped down on me, I cried out as he forced the orgasm right out of me. My nuts tightened, and more blood shot straightto my dick. I froze for a flash as I came before the need to prolong my orgasm overcame me, thrusting hard, fast, and completely out of sync.

His ass milked the last bit of cum out of me, and before I could pass out on top of him, he needed his own release.

With a hammering heart and out of breath, I quickly pulled out, getting another groan from him. I yanked off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it onto the rug.

After helping Kingston upright, I turned him around to where he was sitting on the armrest. The look on his blissed-out face made me laugh.

“Do you want to cum, King?”

He tried to glare at the obviousness of his situation, but I smirked at him and dropped to my knees between his legs, fisting his length.

I swiped my tongue over his slit, lapping up the beads of pre-cum, which was slightly bitter with a sweet aftertaste. I was going to love finishing him off. He hadn’t let me last time.

When I swallowed him down to the root, Kingston’s hands instantly went to my hair, fisting clumps of it that had fallen out of my bun. He looked down at me with a furrowed brow, biting one side of his bottom lip.

I pulled back until only his tip was in my mouth, suckling on the sensitive head, using my tongue, before swallowing him down again.

“Fuck me… You should see your stretched mouth. So damn hot. Can you take more?”

I gave a slight nod, unable to do much else with his death grip.

Instead of me doing the work, he pulled my head forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, pushing down into my throat. I rested my hands on his thighs as I opened up and breathed through it to control the gag, but he pushed it so far that I couldn’t breathe at all, making my eyes water.

“Jesus…” he gasped, his eyes rolling into his head.

Soon, I pulled back to gasp some air before I worked along his length with my tongue and tight lips, hitting all those hot zones I loved myself.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, but I didn’t need it. I was ready, knowing he was close by the swelling and heating of his cock.

His grip on my hair tightened, and his body stiffened as his cum shot into my mouth. I caught it all on my tongue and swallowed it down at once.

Kingston’s fingers slipped out of my hair, and his body fell back onto the couch, his legs draped over the armrest with a heaving chest. “You’ve slayed me.”

I chuckled. “You’re not dead yet.”

He pulled himself back fully onto the couch, and I climbed on top of him. His arms wrapped around me and dragged his fingers along my cooling back as I nuzzled my nose into his throat, inhaling his lingering arousal and cologne. It was quickly becoming my favorite scent.

That was where I needed to be. Call me a romantic, but this was my favorite part about sex—just lying there with a numb, limp body, still struggling to breathe, touching each other lazily, saying nothing while enjoying the euphoria. It wasn’t easy to find a man who didn’t want to pack it up and leave right after, not that I had vast experience with men, but I knew how they could be sometimes.

“Okay, you can fuck me any time. That was just what the doctor ordered,” he said, his voice still hoarse.

“Same here. I like you both ways. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Kingston wiggled out from under me, and I tried not to be disappointed that he pulled away already. He padded into his kitchen, opened his fridge, and grabbed a water bottle, a pint of ice cream, and a spoon. Then he padded back to me.

I leaned against the armrest, stretching out my legs. Then he climbed on me, sitting between my knees. He wrapped his legs around my hips and handed me the water.

I opened it, took a large gulp, and gave it back. He took a sip, set the bottle on the table, and then opened the ice cream lid.

“Do you like chocolate? I know it’s rather basic, but chocolate never disappoints.”

“I love it.”

Kingston dug the spoon into the pint and pulled out a dollop, bringing it to my mouth. I took a bite as he dug in the ice cream for more, feeding himself.

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