Page 220 of Captive Omega

Stopping an inch from his cock, I lift my head to meet his amused gaze. “A beta who I love,” I tell him quietly.

His face freezes for a split-second, and he lifts his hand to stroke my jaw as his expression softens. “That right?”

“It is.”

He combs his fingers through my hair, and I lean in, giving the tip of his cock a teasing lick.

His hand fists, almost painfully. As I draw him into my mouth, he sways, and a groan rumbles from deep in his chest.

He slowly sinks in front of me, both hands in my hair as I lower myself so I can keep doing what just brought him to his knees.

“Fuck, Resa,” he breathes.

I keep sucking, easing my head back to drag in a deep breath before I swallow him again.

The next time I move back, my ass bumps into a very hard, very erect cock.

I moan as Garrison grips my hips, holding me steady as he slides his cock between my thighs. I tighten them, trapping him between my legs as I rock back, and he groans, hips jerking.

“Resa?” Garrison groans. “I need to be inside you.”

Mouth full, determined to draw more of those gasping groans from Vaughn, I push back into Garrison so he knows I want it too.

Garrison pulls his hand from my hip and drags a finger down over my pussy. I’m wet, slick leaking down my inner thighs and over his cock. I pause my sucking at the hungry sound Garrison just made.

Vaughn groans. “Me. Give me a taste of our omega.”

Another finger drags down my slit, and I lift my head, watching as Vaughn sucks my juices from Garrison’s finger. It is… hot. Really fucking hot. I part my thighs and tilt my hips, eager for Garrison to give me his knot.

Vaughn’s eyes slam shut and his head falls back as I suck him harder. Both hands cradle my face as he hisses between his teeth. “Yes. That’s it, baby.”

The next thing Garrison drags between my pussy isn’t a finger. It’s his cock.

I moan around Vaughn as Garrison groans. “Are you ready for me, Resa?”

Beyond ready.

I push back and Garrison’s cock breaches me. My body opens around him, clinging to the small amount he works in and eager for more.

Garrison clasps my hips and pushes in. He’s thick, so perfectly, amazingly thick. He’s panting, breathing ragged as he pushes in an inch, out and then pumps again, driving to get deeper inside me.

It feels so good I suck Vaughn harder and faster until he gasps.

“Fuck. I’m close. Baby, you have to slow that down.”

His cock pulses against my tongue, but I can’t slow. Can’t stop. Not with Garrison slowly stretching my pussy with each roll of his hips. He slams into me then, right to the hilt. I tear my mouth from Vaughn with a cry, eyes wide.

“That feel good, baby?” Sweat covers Vaughn’s chest and his breath is heavy, one hand shaking slightly as he strokes the hair from my face. His cock is leaking pre-come and I want to taste. I’m bending my head to lick when Garrison pulls his cock out of me and drives fully into me again with a meaty slap.

That thrust drags a desperate moan from a part of me I didn’t know existed. A starving, needy place that craves him to do that again.

“Her face,” Garrison groans. “Tell me how she looked when she just made that sound.”

Vaughn strokes a finger down my cheek. “She’s biting her lip. Cheeks flushed the prettiest dusky rose color. Beautiful. I think she wants you to do it again.”

Vaughn grips the base of his cock with one hand and strokes, eyes locked on my face. “I think she likes it a lot.”

“Good.” Garrison pumps.

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