"I won't wait for that," decides Alexander. He could, but he doesn't want to. Not with Burr looking up at him like that. "I want to come now." Demanding; he's heard some omegas become demanding in heat. Evidently he's one of them. Evidently Burr doesn't hate the idea. He rubs this tip of his cock all along Burr's lips, coaxing his tongue out to dart and lick where Alexander can see it. He watches in fascination, and the climax actually takes him by surprise: suddenly his thighs are trembling and he's twitching his hips forward, thrusting into Burr's mouth without warning and shooting hard against the back of his throat. Burr does gag, a little, but then his hand comes up to cup Alexander's stones, massage at them as they empty, milk them dry.
He is still hard, only starting to soften, as he clambers down and kisses Burr, his own tongue following the path of his cock. He tastes his come. Their noses bump and he is clumsy and he doesn't worry about being perfect. He is still content.
"Later," he breathes, against Burr's mouth. "I can fuck you later. Push my come up with your tongue, I want to lick it out of your mouth." It's disgusting and he loves it, and so does Burr.
Burr's cock is sliding against the entrance to his body again, and Alexander closes his legs a little so Burr can fuck his wet thighs.
"Do you want my cunt again?" Alexander asks, nosing at his gland, nipping at it. "I always thought God must have meant that I deserve it, making me an omega -- that it must be Providence saying I deserve every cock willing to defile me. Saying I deserve to be used like a slut, made a whore. I've taken so many. Filthy sailors, merchants... Made myself popular because I didn't care if they were Negro, I'd take them, if they had the coin, and they did.
"If you've seeded me, I deserve that too. You want to keep me for that, don't you -- watch me big-bellied, young and sweet but too much of a slut to close my legs for a man who could be my grandfather." He's just rubbing his cunt on Burr's cock, now, gasping, sliding wet along the length of him.
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He is still hard, only starting to soften, as he clambers down and kisses Burr, his own tongue following the path of his cock. He tastes his come. Their noses bump and he is clumsy and he doesn't worry about being perfect. He is still content.
"Later," he breathes, against Burr's mouth. "I can fuck you later. Push my come up with your tongue, I want to lick it out of your mouth." It's disgusting and he loves it, and so does Burr.
Burr's cock is sliding against the entrance to his body again, and Alexander closes his legs a little so Burr can fuck his wet thighs.
"Do you want my cunt again?" Alexander asks, nosing at his gland, nipping at it. "I always thought God must have meant that I deserve it, making me an omega -- that it must be Providence saying I deserve every cock willing to defile me. Saying I deserve to be used like a slut, made a whore. I've taken so many. Filthy sailors, merchants... Made myself popular because I didn't care if they were Negro, I'd take them, if they had the coin, and they did.
"If you've seeded me, I deserve that too. You want to keep me for that, don't you -- watch me big-bellied, young and sweet but too much of a slut to close my legs for a man who could be my grandfather." He's just rubbing his cunt on Burr's cock, now, gasping, sliding wet along the length of him.