Page 184 of Stolen Omega

“Better?” he asks, putting a hand on his hip as my gaze drifts over his pale, toned body.

“Much,” I tell him as I sit up on the bed, removing my tank top and letting it drop to the floor.

I slip out of the shorts, and Russ’ gaze gets more heated right before I flip onto my front, silently inviting him to claim me again. I gasp out a breath as his weight makes the mattress shift under me.

His hand moves over my ass, stroking and gathering slick.

I turn my head and catch him sucking my juices from his fingers.

The expression on his face is sexy as hell, and his desperate arousal only makes me ache for the feeling of his long length sinking in deep. His hand moves back to scoop up more of my slick, and this time he uses it to lubricate his cock, rubbing it in as he gazes down at me.

“If you’re going to come, tell me.”

“I’ll tell you,” I promise, as he parts my cheeks and pushes his tip into my entrance.

He feels bigger and longer than he did before. I gasp in a breath as he fills me up, sinking deep until balls rub against my taint. His hands on my hips are my first warning that he’s about to pull back and thrust. It still feels more intense than I expect, and I let out a low moan.

He tugs me up a little, and I move my knees, until I’ve raised my ass for him.

The change in position makes it feel like he’s sinking even deeper.

It feels incredible. I move a little with him, pushing back to take his thrusts harder and faster.

“Fuck, Dale, you feel good,” he murmurs.

“I feel close,” I admit, my voice straining.

One of his hands falls away from my hip.

He thrusts into me a little harder, a little deeper.

“I’m about to …” I start, not able to finish.

I feel it when he’s about to come inside me, and his emotions push mine over the edge, making me moan as his hard, fast movements provide the added stimulation to make me lose it.

“Come for me, Dale,” he demands.

“I’m coming for you.”

I’m already there, but if I wasn’t, I know his voice would have made it happen.

Thick threads of cum spill from my cock.

Russ gives out a deep grunt of pleasure.

His thrusts slow, and he sighs softly.

I can feel deep satisfaction rolling off of him as he releases his cock from my ass. I turn around, expecting to feel wet sheets under me. They’re clean. When I look up, I can see he caught my cum in the palm of his hand. That’s why he let go of my hip.

He leans in and licks a spot of it off my stomach, making me feel fluttery and warm inside.

Of all the things that could have happened today, I didn’t expect to be falling for someone new.

I sit back a little, and he leans back on his heels, giving me a good look at his tight body as he brings his hand up above his mouth and makes a fist to pour my cum into his open mouth.

I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed something so openly depraved.

The way he moans as he tastes my cum is so damn desperate.

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