Page 34 of Tempting Frey
“I don’t want to stop,” he said breathlessly before thrusting harder.
“Don’t. I want to watch you come a thousand times.”
“Aah… mmhmm. Teddy…”
When he called me that, my heart stuttered.
“I’ve wanted you… for so long. Now… I feel you. Aah. So… good.”
And after being sexually active for more than two decades, my brain suddenly wentThis is what all the fuss is about!
Becausenothinghad ever come even close to this feeling. The pleasure in my knot would have been enough to make me start believing in all kinds of deities, but sensing Oliver’s joy on top of that?
I palmed his ass, the most perfect ass in the whole wide universe, and he moaned louder, pressing down and forward. My cockhead was nestled somewhere deep inside him, cushioned by silky, slick flesh that throbbed against my exposed tip.
I groaned. “You’ll make me come again.”
Oliver looked at me, mouth open, his gaze unfocused, as if he were drunk.
“I want that,” he said.
The heat wave wasn’t over, far from it. He looked to be buzzing with it. I tilted my hips up to meet his rocking movements, and he cried out louder.
“There! Oh my God! Right there!”
The sweetest spot. My cockhead pushed against the mouth to his womb. I didn’t think about the implications. Too much too soon. I was overwhelmed as it was. I just moved the way my body urged me, how I felt Oliver wanted me to, and soon, we were in perfect harmony.
He pressed down when I bucked, and his eyes closed again.
“Teddy… Love this.”
Warm tingles gathered in my knot, and my balls drew up anew. Oliver’s movements lost all coordination, and he writhed on my knot, groaning from deep within. I palmed his cock where it bounced between us and caressed it up and down. It was slim and smooth, a perfect handful of omega dick, and when I stroked it, the rosy tip peeked out of my fist, slit leaking white cream. I’d suck it soon, take it all the way into my throat, and feel my omega shudder with pleasure.
He arched, and the bulge in his belly looked threatening. How much space did my swollen dick take up inside him? But the sounds he made were pure ecstasy. I milked his cock, catching a drop of cum on my fingers. Most of it was smeared between us, and he barely had any left.
I licked the drop, and my vision went red.
Roping my arms around him, I clutched Oliver to me, as my knot pulsated.
Maybe I lost my humanity for a while. The animal, the alpha, took over amid my climax.
I fucked up into him, and his joyous scream resonated in my skull.
Oh yes. Make him come. Make him scream. Shove your dick as deep as you can. Deeper. Harder. More. Breed him!
Visions of Oliver in turquoise lace, but with a bigger belly and full pecs, flooded my mind. The images were so clear, like an exact foretelling of the future and not a fantasy. Or a memory from a different life?
My Oliver is heavily pregnant, his nipples drip white milk, and he moves in my lap, his insides cushioning my cock while pleasure courses through my entire body.
Another image replaced the first, equally clear.
He sleeps in my arms, and I touch his belly, and it swells under my hand. He sighs, peers at me, and cups his pec, offering me his nipple. His eyes are full of need, a silent plea, and I know what he wants. I lower my head, open my mouth, and pull his nipple into my mouth…
My Oliver walks toward me across a blooming meadow, and the air shimmers in the summer heat. Dressed in a billowing white shirt and short pants, he holds the hand of a small child with shining, auburn hair. My omega beams at me. His stomach is round again, and the sight of it fills me with boundless joy.
I’m running on all fours, the trees and bushes a blur around me. Then I glance to my left, and another bear joins me, running by my side. He’s small, light on his paws, and his reddish-brown fur makes me think of Oliver’s hair. His tongue lolls out, and he winks at me, and then he’s off. So fast. He’ll always be a step ahead of me, but I’ll love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up to him.
“This is paradise,” Oliver whispered into my ear.
