Chapter 11 Lust
Lust
Davidson
A week. He could be pregnant with my baby in a week. The idea did violent things to my libido. As I carried him upstairs, he kissed my throat, nuzzling my beard, and I imagined making love to him while he was pregnant, hugging his big round belly. Fucking hell. I had to calm the fuck down.
He’d need the contraceptive. As Lawrence so eloquently pointed out, I’d traumatized Leo enough. He’d need time to get to know me and make his own decisions without fear clouding his mind.
But how he begged for my cock. As if the idea of the heat and breeding excited him as much as me.
When I dropped him onto the bed and began undressing, he swiftly pulled his sweats off and knelt by the headboard.
Holding on to it, he spread his knees and pushed his ass out, his lower back creating a lovely curve.
Then he looked over his shoulder with needy, glassy eyes.
It was an instinctual breeding position.
Did he know? Was he doing it on purpose?
When he knelt like this, with his hips angled up, the mouth to his womb would be easy to access.
In heat, it would sink lower, ready to be stretched and penetrated…
He wasn’t in heat yet. Just a harmless fantasy.
Naked, I knelt behind him. Smoothing my hands along his thighs and over his hips, I placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He gasped, the sound tender but so powerful it made my spine prickle as if I were about to shift.
I painted circles on his back with my palms while kissing down his spine, and he panted louder and louder.
When I reached the top of his crease and stroked his ass cheeks, he shuddered.
Kiss after kiss, I inched closer to his opening, adding my tongue to tease his crease.
Then I paused just above the little hole and inhaled deeply.
The scent of his slick was positively drugging. Better and better.
Another open-mouthed kiss on his taint. I sucked his balls into my mouth and licked down to his cockhead and up again.
“Please, Davidson.” He sucked in a breath as if the words had escaped him involuntarily.
“What do you want, darling?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Do you want me to lick your hole before I do that?”
“Please.”
I flattened my tongue and dragged it over his opening, pressing onto it. Leo groaned from deep within.
Then I blew on the wet skin, and he shuddered.
“Do you want me to put my tongue inside you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Master.
He shouldn’t call me that. It did things to me. Dangerous things.
“I want you to come on my tongue again. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes. Thank you. Thank you so—”
The rest of his sentence got cut off by a loud cry.
He tasted so sweet. Even sweeter than last night.
His hole felt loose and warm, the tissue like silk, and the abundance of slick coated my tongue.
Like honey and wine. I licked deep and swallowed, then shoved my tongue back in.
I massaged Leo’s cock, flicking the little jewel at the tip, and soon, his thighs tensed with his approaching climax.
He came shouting. His hole pulsated around my tongue, and fresh juice flooded my mouth. The best drink. Alcohol did nothing for me. I’d tried and tried but never got drunk. But a mouthful of Leo’s slick? My head spun, my heart pounded, and my vision blurred.
“Master, please, fuck me. Put your cock in me again.”
I rose to my knees and grabbed my dick. The ridges looked well-defined now. Finally, I had a mated dragon’s cock, made for bringing Leo pleasure and for breeding him. My half-swollen knot throbbed.
I tapped at Leo’s rim with the cockhead, and he curved his back, jutting his hips out to meet me. His hole opened in front of my eyes; he must have pushed with his inner muscles. The dark little gape looked so hungry.
“I want your cock so much. Your big cock. Please, my Master. Please!”
The sound of his voice, so needy, weepy, and pitiful. Fuck.
My cockhead fit right in. Leo moaned happily when I inched inside, the ridges popping in one by one. Then his rim clamped on to the thinner part underneath, only to widen even more to accept my knot. I didn’t pause until I was in him to the hilt and felt the little sealed gate against my cockhead.
“Why do you call me that, my little darling?”
Leo groaned loudly.
“Why?”
I circled my hips, massaging the mouth to his womb with my cockhead, and he rattled the headboard.
“Why, darling? Do you want me to be your Master?”
He nodded so fast I heard his teeth clack.
He was indeed perfect for me, wasn’t he?
A snarky brat, vying to be punished—and I’d lure that side out to play soon enough—but he was also softhearted and timid on the inside, eager to please.
I’d held back for the past two days, but Leo needed this.
The bond was growing stronger, and I knew how to make my mate soar.
I grabbed his slender cock and balls in one hand and squeezed.
“You won’t come until I tell you to.”
Then I moved.
His keening cries sounded positively ecstatic.
His flesh rippled around my cock as I pumped in and out, slick covering my cock and dripping onto my balls.
I held him tight so he wouldn’t come because judging by the tension in him and the shivers in his inner muscles, he’d lose it the second I let go of his balls.
But the firm grip held his orgasm at bay.
He was most sensitive deep inside where I rubbed his inner walls with the ridges and pushed against the closed mouth to his womb. After a short while, he was almost sobbing.
I loosened my hold on his cock and balls, and he wailed, instantly staining my hand with a fresh release. His hole gushed slick around my pumping erection.
“I haven’t said anything yet,” I growled.
My threat only made him come harder. My precious darling. He was perfect for me.
“I’m sorry. Sorry!” he yelled. “I couldn’t. I—”
I pulled out abruptly, leaning back so I could see all of him. His reddened hole pulsed, clenching on air, and full-body shudders racked him. I slapped his ass a couple of times. Not too hard, but hard enough to warm his skin.
His reaction cemented my belief.
Leo was made for me.
He arched and keened, throwing his head back, and his cock spat out a few more drops of cum onto the sheets. His opening spasmed, slick trickling down his taint.
So I spanked him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he shouted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” sounding raw and joyous. The headboard creaked as he held on to it with a white-knuckled grip.
Then I shoved my dick back inside him. His hole felt supple after the spanking. When I pushed in deep, he slurred his thanks. My cockhead pressed onto the mouth to his womb, and it made him wild. His sounds turned animalistic, and he rocked back to meet my thrusts.
“Breed me,” he rasped. “Fuck yes. Breed me.”
We both fantasized about the same thing.
Holding his hips tight, I thrust hard and fast, battering the closed gate deep inside him.
“Need me to knock you up, little omega? Want my cum up your womb? It’s sealed. Should I just tear it open with my dick?”
And just like that, he came again, screaming.
I imagined it. My cum flowing into his core, filling him up to the brim, my seed taking root inside him. His belly getting big. White drops of milk pearling at the tips of his puffy nipples.
My cock jerked inside him, the ridges and knot exploding with tingles, and I spilled over and over, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into my mate.
He gyrated his hips, his moans hoarse. He was shaking and twitching, so I rolled us to the side and spooned him in my lap.
“Shh, darling. I’ve got you. All is well.”
His insides shivered—he was still coming. “Thank you,” he slurred. “I love your cock.”
“I know.” I chuckled.
He wiggled in my lap, like he couldn’t get enough. “Oh God. I don’t want it to end. Love you fucking me so much.”
Warmth spread in my chest, crackling and sparkling like fireworks, and I pulled in deep breaths, gorging myself on Leo’s scent, his sweat and juices, the perfume of his pleasure.
My mate, aroused and pliant, full of me.
Was I happy? The devil down underneath, I’d forgotten how it felt. Yes, I was. I was happy.
“I love it too. And your slick.” With one hand, I brushed over his pecs, finding small droplets of lover’s milk his nipples must have released during his orgasm.
I brought them to his mouth, and he suckled on my fingers.
“I love your milk, Leo. The best thing I’ve ever tasted. You’re a rare gift, my omega.”
I kissed his nape, and he hummed around my two fingers in his mouth.
I moved them in a fucking motion while I rocked my hips, thrusting slowly and tenderly with my still-hard cock.
It relaxed him. He softened all over, getting heavy in my embrace.
His breathing evened out, and his heartbeat returned to normal.
Then I gingerly pulled out, both my cock and my fingers, and he sighed.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he whispered.
Pride was a familiar feeling for me. I wasn’t shy about my accomplishments, but this pride was different. Bringing Leo pleasure was satisfying on another level. “You felt amazing when you did.”
“I’m full of your cum.”
“Yes, you are.”
He looked over his shoulder, meeting my gaze. “Do you like it?”
“Very much.”
“Can I keep it, please?”
“Do you want me to plug it inside you?”
His eyes widened with surprise, but then he nodded eagerly. I shuffled back, and I folded his legs to his chest.
“Hold yourself like this.”
He wrapped his arms around his knees.
“Good boy. Wait here.”
From my time experimenting with escorts, I had a small stash of stuff in the sex room, half of it I’d never used.
It didn’t take long to find what I wanted.
I was back in a minute, unwrapping a small tote.
Then I waved the thing in front of Leo’s face.
His gaze flashed with excitement, and I knew I had chosen well.