“You know I have,” I say, squeezing her ass and giving one cheek a sharp slap, just the way she likes. She moans, her grip on her breasts tightening, and I feel her cunt clench around mine. “You going to come around my cock before you give me what I want, little Omega?”
She nods her head, and I gather some slick on my fingers and rub her clit while she rides me. Taking what she wants from me. I love her like this, her hair wild, not brushed yet. Her cheeks flushed from want. The fact that this beautiful creature has given me everything and continues to is unreal. She’s given me a pack, a bond mark, our children; she’s sunshine in human form.
Her pussy is gripping me like a vice and the need to knot her is strong, but I hold out. My thumb passes over her clit harder now, and she buckles. Her chest falls against mine and she shakes on top of me, her cunt pulsating around me. Kelsey pants against my throat, her hands gripping at my shoulders.
“Mmm, nice list for sure. You can have your present,” she says. An audible suction noise makes me groan as my cock springs free from her pussy.
She scooches down the bed, her back flat and her dirty blonde locks spread against the soft gray sheets. It smells like us in my bedroom and I can’t stop the grin that spreads over my face. I palm both of her breasts, kneading them and squeezing them together. I thought Kelsey’s tits couldn’t get any better than they were when we bonded. But somehow they are bouncier and fuller after kids.
“These fucking tits are gonna kill me,” I say. She grins, pushing them together. Her pink nipples are peaked and I can’t help myself when I take one into my mouth and suck hard. I’m not surprised when just a little milk comes out. She weaned Jacob a few weeks ago, but clearly her body hasn’t caught up. She moans at the sensation, and I can’t help the deep rumble of satisfaction in my chest. I take the other nipple in my mouth, not wanting any part of her to feel left out.
Sliding my hand against the soft valley between her breasts and down her abdomen. She’s still soft there, and fucking perfect. I take three fingers and gather more of her slick. She hums at the motion and pushes her tits together again. With her release on my fingers, I drip it onto her chest. It feels reminiscent of the time she let me jerk off when she and Cameron fucked for the first time. I take what’s left on my hand and stroke my cock.
Kelsey’s gaze eagerly takes in the way I fist myself and I watch as she rubs her thighs together. Before taking my place, I grab the vibrator on the nightstand then straddle her waist. “You want to watch what you do to me, baby? How you still fucking drive me crazy? Or how many times I think about fucking your tits on a daily basis?”
We haven’t done this in forever. Her tits have been property of the kids for what feels like forever now, and I plan on making my claim.
“Please, Alpha,” she says, her hands pushing them together, making the perfect fit for my cock. With my fist around my knot, I slowly begin to fuck her chest. Being able to watch her tits bounce and the wide-eyed look of pleasure on her face always does something to me.
“That’s it. Fuck, look how good my cock looks between these perfect tits,” I say. She looks down and watches as the head of my cock goes in between the soft tissue. “You wanna come again, little Omega.”
She nods her head. “Please.”
“Just hold your tits together, and I’ll take care of you.” I keep one hand on the base of my cock to continue fucking her and the other turns on the vibrator and I hold it behind my back on her pussy. Her body arches and pushes against me as I turn the setting up.
“Fuck, oh God.” Kelsey moans. She can’t control the wiggling, and it makes her tits bounce beautifully as she gives me what I want. She’s fucking perfect.
I’m so close, so close to coming all over her, marking her as mine. Not that I need validation of it, but isn’t the physical proof just glorious? Just as the thought runs through my head, I look down at my bond mark, still just as clear as the day we bonded, and I groan.
“Come on, baby. Come for your Alpha. I’m about to come all over these perfect fucking tits.” I groan again. She moans. Arching her back, her hands shake as she keeps her boobs pressed together. “That’s such a good fucking girl, keeping those tits nice and tight for me.”
That’s what breaks her, as she shouts and shivers underneath me. I pull out between her tits and stroke myself as ribbons of cum cover her chest. I groan and watch the way they cover her perfect skin. She hums her approval as she watches me cover her in my release.
Her eyes are hooded and her body still trembles as I slide down slightly. I grin at her before licking up a stream of my cum and grabbing her chin. She opens her mouth eagerly as I give her my cum and our tongues tangle in a mess of my essence. Kelsey’s grip on my back is near painful as her nails dig down my skin.
When we finally part, she grins at me. “So, was your gift satisfactory?”
“Mmm, I think I like being on the nice list,” I say, smiling at her.
“I think what we just did might have put us on the naughty list,” she jokes.
“Whatever list has me fucking your tits, that’s the list I want to be on.”
She looks over at the clock. “I think we can get a few hours of sleep before the kids are all up and everyone starts getting here,” she says. I grab my shirt off the floor and wipe off her chest and any other slick to the best of my ability before wrapping her in my arms and we start to drift off to sleep.
“I think twenty-thirty-seven is going to be a good year,” she says, humming.
“Fuck, where has the time gone?”
“It really has, hasn’t it?”
I sigh against her ear. I’m not sure when I went from my early thirties to almost fifty, but here we fucking are. At least I can still fuck like I’m in my thirties. That makes me smile as I tug my Omega closer, taking in her blueberry scent and any moment I have alone with her.
Cameron
“Daddy,canwepleaseplay outside?” The small hands cup my cheeks and push them together.
“Lana, Daddy’s sleeping,” I say. Groaning and turning my head into the pillow. Even this many years later, I’m still not a morning person.