Page 43 of Outback Mate
The heat in my belly coils and pulses like a beating heart, making my core throb. I press my lips to the smooth head of his cock and trace my tongue across his frenulum.
He lets out a deep rumble, and the steering wheel creaks under the strain. I love that my touch has him reacting so powerfully, and it encourages me to keep going. The saltiness of his pre-come coats my tongue, and I moan. It’s perfect.
“You taste so good, Alpha,” I tell him as I tease the slit in the tip of his cock with my tongue.
I can feel his restraint unravelling. The scent of our mating perfume and pheromones fill the cab, and he gives a low curse and presses his hips forward, encouraging me to keep going. He wants me to take him deeper. I’m a good Omega. I oblige happily. I sink lower, sucking on him eagerly as the thick vein running down the side of his cock pulses in my mouth.
It makes me ache with the desire to be filled again, and I reach for my aching core as I take him deeper into my throat, needing the relief of touch.
I pull off his cock with a pop and start stroking him with firm jerks of my hand.
I dip into my centre, and gather more slick. It feels like my pussy is clenching on emptiness as it drips down my hand.
My fingers glisten as I present them in offering.
“Alpha?”
His nostrils flare, his pupils dilate, and the purr of approval from deep within his chest is my answer.
“Is this for me, sweetheart?” He turns his head, opening his mouth and sucking the slick from my fingers.
He licks every digit like a man starved, and I know that his icy walls are down.
“Do you like this, Alpha?”
As a response, he lunges for me. His large palm clamps over the back of my neck.
I squeal as he drags me back over the centre console and guides my lips back to his cock. “You’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Always pushing and pushing my control.”
“Yes, I’m a naughty Omega,” I tell him and nuzzle into the thick base of his cock, licking at the sensitive skin pulled tight around his swollen knot. I push my flat tongue into his heavy sac and drag it slowly up, and he moans loudly in approval.
“I’m yours, aren’t I?” I ask as a test.
He doesn’t hesitate in his emphatic answer. “Yes, yes. You’re my Omega. My filthy, perfect mate.”
He keeps my head in his grasp and presses my mouth back to his cock. He pushes me down until he hits the back of my throat and then holds me there. I gag, tears forming in my eyes and leaking down my cheeks, and he shouts in pleasure. He pulls me off him, letting me pant, his chest heaving with his breaths.
“Again,” he tells me, his voice rough with lust.
I enthusiastically do what he asks.
“You’re a dream,” he groans, holding me to the root, and he’s so hot in my mouth. I swallow around him, and my Alpha praises me in a loud string of expletives as my throat works him deeper.
This time when he pulls me off him, I slip out of his grasp.
My plan has worked beautifully. He’s putty in my hands.
“How can you say you’re cold when you feel so hot in my throat?” I ask, rubbing my wet mouth on the length of him, spreading my saliva over the thick veins of his cock. I see the shine of it in the dim light. He likes the look of it as well, if his twitching cock is any indication.
“I’m going to make a deal with you. Listen carefully, Alpha,” I purr, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw, his beard soft on my lips. “If you admit that we’re mates and agree to stop fighting our bond, then you can come in my throat. I’ll take you all the waydown, and stay there, no matter how much I gag, until you come apart. Then I’ll swallow every last drop.”
The doctor makes a choked sound at the back of his throat, and pauses for a moment, his brows furrowed as he works his sex-hazed brain through my offer.
For a moment, I think he’s going to give me a dirty look and shoo me back to my seat. Instead, he threads his fingers through my hair and grips it tightly.
He holds me still, his lidded gaze burning with intensity as dark as the storm raging around us.
The tip of his tongue pokes out to moisten his lips. He opens his mouth twice to say something, his breath fanning over my heated face, before he eventually speaks.
