[This Chapter is NOT Edited, it is just a rough draft. Please ignore the mistakes.]
GABRIEL BLACKBURN
NO RELATIONSHIP,
JUST SEX.
That's all I offer. All my partners know very well. We have an understanding.
When I call them, they come, in more ways than one. They never deny me and I give them pleasure in all the ways I want. It's my wish and their release.
After fucking hundreds, blonde, brunette or red—all look same on their knees before me or when they have their mouth wrapped around my cock. They like to think they are different somehow. They spend all that time fixing their hair and makeup, picking up suits or dresses that their sickly sweet friends swear makes them look like a million bucks. But what they don't know is I don't give a fuck.
For me they all look the same—Blonde, red or brunette. Fair or Bronze. Tall or short. Lean or muscular. They all are fucking same for me.
All I like is the view of their swollen slicked plum lips wrapped around my cock, their heads bobbing, round globes their asses naked hiked up and what makes difference is how they suck me off.
The way the back of their throat nudge my throbbing tip, their teeth grazing my length and the flat of their tongue lick and whirl around my shaft as their fingers massage my sack.
I'm trying to distract myself tonight. But I can't. The wolf'bane is not helping me neither my partners.
The blonde omega down there right now is no pro, my drunken mind can tell from years of experience. No wonder I've never wasted my time remembering his name. He's eager though, lapping away at me, fumbling with my balls, letting out breathy moans as he struggles to take my massive dick deeper in his mouth.
A growl rumbles from my throat as I jam my hips into his mouth, fisting my hands in his hair, yanking him closer and fucking his mouth deep and hard, until I'm hitting the back of his throat. He whimpers, sucking me down, desperate for more.
My drunken eyes lift from the blonde and land on Nichole. She is on her knees, thighs spread wide, giving me a perfect view of her wet cunt. Her chest swelling as she takes deep breath, the tits rising and falling in rhythm.
"Please, Master." She breaths, her brown eyes darkening with desire.
My dirty little pet is horny. She is waiting for me.
"Come her." I command on a quiet slur. My drunken lips tip up stretching into a lazy smile as I beckon my finger at her. Nichole doesn't hesitate, quickly getting on her feet, she crosses the small distant and crawls her way to me on the bed.
I feel the tightness in my balls, coiling at the base of my cock. I've no plan to cum all over the Omega's face. I've had enough of this bullshit. I haven't cum in four fucking days, not since I have caught the sweet tantalizing whiff of an unknown human Omega outside the BT and fuck my luck I couldn't even track the creature amidst of the crowd.
With a growl I yank him off me, making him whimper. "Wait, I'll get back to you."
Our eyes look and I can see the displeasure in his flushed face. His swollen, wet, pink lips jut out as his eyes searches me. He's about to protest, I can tell. I'm breaking our deal—He wanted me to dominate him, wanted it rough, deep and dirty. He wanted to hear the strength in my voice when I'll command him and tell him exactly how to please me and how I won't hesitate to punish him if he defies me.
That's right, this twink is asking for it. He wants me to bend him over and spank that sweet ass until they are bright deep red and marked by my handprint. Until it hurts so good, that he'll forget the difference between pain and pleasure.
