Peppermint Omega

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The velvety softness of the monster was surprising. Not the saltiness or the girth completely filling my mouth, stretching my jaw further open. His body moved closer, where his ass was at the edge of the bed. But he stayed in his propped up position, like he was watching, but I felt like it was a safe feature because he couldn't really see me. Only the motions and of course, feel me.

All the research instructed to breathe through nose, keep the jaw and throat lax, and take it at the pace of the receiver. He didn't say anything, but with me being extra paranoid, I paid way more attention to him. I noticed more of his cock I ate, he would deepen his grow and his hips would shift upward. I wanted to make him proud of me, that I could take it all. I wanted to. I kept trying, slowly. And I gave him breaks from my trying, just focusing on the head and tip and greedily lapping up his salty precum.

His own low growls and moans excited me to continue on. 'Are you touching yourself?'

I shook my head around him. He should know that I wasn't. Both of my hands were on his cock, sometimes one would move downward to fondle his balls, which I neglected more often than I should have. I moved further into my kneeling squat and took one of his balls in my mouth as I stroked him.

He growled, putting his hands into my hair and finding my ponytail. His long fingers worked underneath it, loosening it and causing some of the hair to fall free. He had fallen backwards, allowing me more access. I didn't know the extent of his experiences, so I assumed he had done a little bit of everything. I moved from his sack down his tant to his asshole, my tongue rolling around the tight ring. He pulled me up by my hair quickly.

'No' was growled as his pheromones charged with anger. I nodded quickly, letting him know that I understood. Research did say that roles needed to be discussed, but that was only in a relationship. We weren't even daylight acquaintances.. and would never be.

He tucked his hands under my arms like a child and lifted me on top of him, surprising the hell out of me. We were face to face, body to body, and I felt so nervous. Was I crushing him? I tried to squirm away, at least if I was on the bottom..

He guided my face back to his while his hand was still in my hair. Our lips opened and our tongues collided and fought. His won, circling around mine as he sucked. His hands gripped my ass, pressing me against him. When did his hands get there? Again, I shifted, trying to move off him. That was a mistake.

He rolled both of us. He was now on top of me, nestled perfectly natural between my thighs. I gasped and shifted to move more into the center of the bed. He allowed me the movement, following and putting his mouth on my nipples again.

The pain of his teeth dragging across my already sensitive nipples moved from being painful to a strange pleasurable sensation. Did I really like this? The sounds coming out my mouth sounded like I did. It hurt, but I was wet and hard.

He roughly worked the button and zipper of my jeans. Quickly, he couldn't move them past my hips while he was between my legs. He just leaned back and lifted my legs upward, resting them on his clothed chest, like they weighed nothing. My jeans were flung across the room. Immediately, his face was buried in my crotch. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rested them on my thighs.

His breath has hot against my dick. It was painfully hard. I wanted to touch myself while I had him in my mouth, but I didn't think he would like that. Subconsciously, my hands moved from my thighs to my tummy trying to cover myself. I wished still had my shirt on.

But something warm and electrifying ran from base of my cock to the tip, causing me to lose my breath. The gentle suction pressure he applied to the tip made me lose the ability to think and gain my voice. I shifted away from him, digging my hips into the mattress.