Page 34 of Shared Omega

I draw myself off of him, coughing and gasping.

“God, you’re so big,” I murmur before wiping my chin and diving back in for more.

Dog’s purrs gradually transition to a feral growl that sends shivers up my spine.

I remember the magic words. All I have to say is stand down.

But I keep going.

Something inside me needs this. I need to taste his release. My omega instinct needs to give him pleasure.

He starts to rock his hips, slowly fucking his cock in and out as I suck. His tip prods my throat and I start to gag again, but this time when I try to pull back, Dog’s insanely strong hands clamp around my head. One hand cups the back of my skull, and the other wraps under my chin.

For one panicked moment, I feel like I’m choking. I slap my palms against the corded muscles of his thighs, signalling him to stop.

“Relax,” Dog growls above me.

His voice is different. The beast is taking control.

I try to shout, “stand down,” but now it’s too late. My cry is muffled by the thick meat filling my mouth.

My eyes water with exertion, and scalding tears stream down my cheeks.

“Take it,” Dog snarls. “Take my cock omega.”

Somehow I manage to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. His dick slides inside, and I take him all the way until I feel his heavy balls pressed against my saliva-slick chin.

“Good…”

He starts to fuck my mouth, first with long, gliding strokes, then gradually increasing the pace until his cock is ravaging my throat, plunging deep into my esophagus.

Just as I feel myself beginning to gag again, his powerful hands yank my head back, and I cough and gasp wildly, gulping the air as long, thick strings of saliva hang between my lips and his cock in drooping curves.

“Dog,” I gasp, “Wait, I…”

But the beast inside him cannot wait a moment longer. He rams his cock deep inside my mouth again. This time, at least, I manage to grip the base of his shaft in my fist to keep his cock from pummeling my throat too hard.

Dog fucks my face roughly, driving into me with forceful thrusts. The enclosed space fills with the drumbeat of my head thumping against the wall behind me and the raunchy, squelching sounds issuing from my lips as he pumps me.

Something bulges beneath my fingers. The base of his shaft is knotting.

I whimper as I think about what that expanded girth would do to my poor little pussy. If his thick cock didn’t split me in two, his knot certainly would.

He thrusts into me until my lips are pressed against that thick, hard knot.

My brutal Alpha grunts, a mixture of pleasure and exertion. A sudden pulse runs the length of his shaft, and he explodes inside me, releasing his thick cream.

The first few shots slides straight down my throat. I don’t even taste anything at first until he draws back, spurting more hot semen directly onto my tongue, saturating it with an intense, salty flavor. There is so much that I struggle to swallow it all, and finally I give up, letting the excess spill from my lips and ooze down my chin.

At last Dog releases his grip on my head, and my body collapses onto the moss-carpeted floor. I lie there in the streaks of moonlight. My shirt is pushed up, half exposing my breasts sheened with sweat and heaving as I catch my breath. My used and ravaged body is limp with exhaustion.

But Dog isn’t quite finished with me yet.

With an animalistic snarl, he pounces on top of me, straddling me with his powerful thighs.

Impossibly, he is still coming. His jets of ropey fluid paint sticky slashes across my face, my neck, and my chest, staining my shirt.

Wherever Dog’s Alpha fluid lands, I experience something like a miniature orgasm soaking into my flesh. Each spurt is like a whiplash, but instead of stinging me, it stripes my naked, dirty skin with pleasure. I writhe and moan on the ground as the beast torments me this way.