Page 17 of His Gift
Shawn did nothing to stem the tide of mind-shattering orgasms that had robbed me of my senses with the way he stared at my messy belly, then ran a finger right through the thick of it. I dribbled another, weak orgasm as he licked his cummy finger, then sucked on it with a deep, ecstatic moan.
A second later, he seemed to catch what he did. “Whoa,” he said, blinking down at me. “That was a little too raunchy, wasn’t it.”
“God, no,” I sighed. “That was hot as fuck.”
“Really?” He looked surprised.
Then he looked at my belly again before running three of his fingers through my cooling cum, then sucking on them. He didn’t just do that. He swiped up more of my cum then pushed his fingers into my mouth, like he’d bought some amazing flavor of ice cream and wanted me to try it.
And the man thought he wasn’t a very good Dom.
I whimpered with pleasure as I tasted myself from his fingers. I couldn’t help but buck my hips a little in the hope I’d wring another orgasm out of his knot, even though it was starting to go down.
“Shit, what am I thinking?” Shawn asked, dropping out of character. “That’s gross.”
“It’s amazing,” I panted, letting all the tension go from my warm and sore body.
“Really?” Shawn stared at me like I was teasing him.
“Didn’t you think so?” I asked.
The flush that painted not only his face but his neck and shoulders, too, was heaven itself. “Yeah,” he admitted bashfully.
“Go on,” I said, starting to feel my next heat wave building in me. “Tell me what else you want to do to the poor, defenseless omega you bought with all your Santa money?”
Humor lit Shawn’s expression before a guilty sort of darkness came over him. “I…I can’t….”
“You absolutely can,” I said, squeezing his slightly diminished cock that still rested inside me. “I’m a defenseless omega who you have cuffed to your bed, and I like it dirty. What fantasies does Santa have under that fuzzy hat of his that he’s always wanted to play out?”
I could tell Shawn had something hiding deep down where maybe even he didn’t want to look too deep, but I could also tell he wasn’t going to let himself go. Not yet, at least.
“Omegas should be treated with care and respect,” he said.
“Yeah, out in the real world,” I half shrugged one shoulder. “But right now, I don’t want to be treated with respect. I want to be fucked like you can’t control yourself. I want you to rearrange my insides while making me feel like I have no choice in the matter.” The only thing that glowed hotter than Shawn’s cheeks was the fire in his eyes. “So what do you want, Santa? What’s going to land me on your good list? Or maybe yourverynaughty list.”
“I….” Shawn’s knot deflated all the way, and he slipped back so he could drink in the sight of my spread, messy body. “I like blow jobs,” he blurted, as if that wasn’t the tamest thing in the world. “I have this fantasy of being at work, maybe even meeting with a client, and being balls deep in an omega’s mouth as he crouches under my desk.”
Also pretty tame, but I’d go with it.
“What about keeping an omega under there all day, just holding your cock in his mouth while you conduct business as usual?” I asked. I would be on board with that.
“All day?” Shawn asked.
“It’s called cock-warming, and I happen to think it’s sexy as hell,” I said.
“Oh.” Shawn blinked as if a whole new world of fantasies was dawning in him.
“How about shoving a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug up in me, stringing me up from the ceiling, and then manspreading on the sofa and masturbating while you play with the remote and edge me all night before taking me down, shoving me over the arm of your chair, and emptying your balls in me?” I suggested.
Shawn sucked in a breath and his cock visibly thickened as he knelt between my legs.
“See?” I laughed. “I’m sure if you put some imagination into it you could come up with all sorts of sadistic ways to play with me.”
“I want to fist you,” he said.
Whoa! Talk about going from zero to a hundred in ten seconds.
“Yeah?” I asked, panting, my hole spasming as I imagined being stretched nearly to the point of breaking to get past his knuckles. “You want to shove your fist in me and rearrange my insides?” His pupils shot to full black. “You wanna pump those knuckles against my prostate and force me to come while you show me who owns me? Is that what you want, Santa?”
