Maxwell Jenkins is a successful actor who is stuck between his career and finding a life long partner. What happens when a nameless omega boy enters his life for one steamy night and leaves without a trace?
We had arrived to our new home days ago. The exhaustion of a long flight taking it's dramatic toll on the both of us. The modern mountain contemporary home was more than I imagined. The two story siding, stone, and a metal roof with an angled 3-car garage. The many windows where personally customized to let in as much sunlight as possible and keep out anybody from looking inside. Speaking of the inside, it housed 5 bedrooms and 4 in half baths with a chefs kitchen, perfect for me when I decided to cook.
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It was a lot to take in at first, seeing as I had never lived in something so fancy, but I quickly got accustomed to it. The privacy of it all. The space I had to move around and relax. It was heaven. We had so much space, that having Oscar as a temporary roommate would have been easy. Oscar had decided to come America, but to live separate from us. He didn't want to seem intrusive or chance the possibility of me finding him in heat. I understood his reasoning and respected that, but I would never act. There was only one person I'd ever want in heat.
"Max..." Drake breathed out sharply as I lowered him onto my member. His face fell into my neck as his legs wrapped gracefully around my hips. I could feel his hole tightening it's grip upon my dick, wanting me to breed my beautiful omega boy. His light whimpers and trembling body pushed me to be gentle with him this go around. There was no need to start off rough when he was right here for me savior.
I could smell every inch of him, that strawberry aroma filling my nose with its delightful fruitiness. I wanted to devour him until he was begging for more. Begging me to go harder. Begging me to go deeper. I wanted him to want me to be rough. He was in full control.
"I can feel it...it's so much going in Max," he moaned against my neck. I was slowly raising and lowering him onto my cock, releasing a shallow breath every time the entire thing sat inside of him. I'd give it a few moment before raising him back up, just to repeat the cycle. Every time, it was a bit faster. Every time it was a bit more powerful. Every time he was a bit more louder.
When the sound of his butt slapping against my lap began to reveal itself, I felt wetness shoot against my abs. He had come from me giving him more effort. The sensitive omega then tightened his legs around me as his hole refused to let me slide out. Had trapped me inside of him, knowing that I'd cum from this.
"I want it," he whispered against my neck.
What was he saying? Was he even coherent at this point. Sure I had released inside of before, but he had never wanted it this much. It was like he wanted me to get him pregnant.
"Drake..."
"Do it...I want to feel it in me. I want you to..." the heating omega raised his face from my neck and looked me dead in the face eyes. "Fill me with all of it."
Him simply asking for it made me explode inside of him. The look on his face. The way his eyes pleaded with ever fiber of his being. How could I not? My naughty omega desired it, so he got it.
