Page 16 of I Replaced His Husband
Leaning in, I kissed the soft curve of his ass and massaged the cheeks gently, savoring the shape and feel. As I did, I saw his ring muscle clench slightly, drawing my gaze. I couldn’t resist; my finger slowly traced the edges of his pink, twitching hole. He let out a small, high sound, almost a squeal, but I didn’t stop. My finger slid in easily, brushing his prostate, and he shivered beneath me.
It was too tempting. My dick was painfully hard, and I needed some relief too. I climbed on top of him again, pressinghis body into the mattress, and whispered into his ear, "You’re so tight and hot in there…"
He shivered again at the words, and I decided it was time, I replaced my fingers with my cock and thrust deep inside him. He screamed, but not from pain. It was more shock, a jolt of pleasure from the sudden stretch. I leaned down beside his head, one hand still wet with his cum, and brought it to his lips.
"Taste yourself. You’re so sweet," I murmured.
To my surprise, his lips parted slightly, and I slid my finger into his hot mouth. His warm, wet tongue met it, and I couldn’t help but explore for a moment, caressing the inside of his mouth while my hips moved in slow, deep strokes. The sensation washed over me, the feeling of taking him, dominating him, owning him.
Owning him?
Wait. Was I really thinking that?
Had Adam infected me with that twisted idea? Or was it just the sex haze making me territorial?
I wasn’t sure.
Still buried inside Kay, I turned my attention to his neck again; it was time to suck on the other gland! It was also marked. Maurice had claimed him eagerly, which wasn’t surprising given how gorgeous his omega was. But now I latched onto the second one and sucked hard, still fucking him from behind.
And then the thought returned.
It wasn’t just random. Iwantedto do this. In my mind, I imagined drawing Maurice’s scent out of Kay, cleansing him. I wanted to free his glands. Why? So I could mark him myself?
Shit. I was really losing it.
Fuck you, Adam, I thought, furious at him for planting that seed. That ridiculous suggestion of a future with Kay,as morethan this.
I felt like a lunatic, but I didn’t stop. I kept pounding into Kay’s tight ass, and before long, I felt him tensing beneath me, his hole trembling, rippling, and clenching. He moaned loudly and came again, spasming around my cock.
I hadn’t come yet myself, but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Still, I wanted to give him one more. I grabbed his hips and pulled him up into a doggy-style position, angling him just right before driving into him again, this time hard.
I reached around to grip his cock, stroking him as I fucked him, doubling the sensation, and it worked. Just as I felt my own release unavoidably building, he cried out and came again, his body convulsing around me. That final squeeze pushed me over the edge; I exploded inside him, filling him with my cum.
And then came the moment I feared most.
What would he do? Would he keep his promise, or kick me out again?
I pulled out and sat back on my knees, watching him closely. Kay stayed on all fours for a second, then looked over his shoulder at me. Sensing my hesitation, he bit his lip and shifted his position, rolling onto his side, one hand sliding behind his butt. He patted the sheet gently, as if showing me where I could hold him.
I got the message, lay down behind him, and spooned up close, wrapping my arm around his waist. My softening cock pressed against his ass cheek, and my face landed somewhere near the back of his head.
We stayed like that for fifteen minutes or so, just breathing together. I figured that was enough for today; I didn’t want to push my luck or irritate him further. I started to move, to get out of bed, when I noticed something odd.
He moved his hand quickly, like he was trying to cover himself.
Then I saw it.
He was hard again.
Wait.Again?
A realization hit me.Were four orgasms not enough for him?I remembered vaguely reading that some omegas had… unique needs during quasi-heat waves.
"Kay," I said quietly, "I know you don’t want to talk to me. But I have to ask, how many orgasms do you need before the wave goes away?"
He pressed his lips into a tight line and stared at the ceiling, as always. After a brief pause, he finally muttered, "Usually six. Sometimes five. Sometimes seven."
I gasped. "Damn. You should tell me," I murmured, though, strangely, I wasn’t overwhelmed; I felt something else instead.
