Page 222 of Captive Omega

“Put her down,” Garrison softly orders as he wraps one arm around my middle.

“What are you…” My breath leaves me in a wheeze as Garrison slides two thick fingers over my pussy. His hand disappears when I wish it would return, then I feel the tip of his cock. It’s wetter than it should be. I figure out pretty quick what he was doing with the slick he gathered when his cock slides between the cheeks of my ass.

It is very clear where he intends to put it.

I stop breathing.

Garrison kisses the back of my neck. His caress is light, but the arm he wraps around my middle is nothing less than possessive. “So, Resa, you think you can last a long time with me in your ass and Vaughn in your pussy?”

Not a hope in hell.

I clear my throat and feign casualness as my body clamps around Vaughn. I’d thought about them taking me together, and that’s exactly what I’m getting. The thought alone is pushing me closer to release. “Sure.”

“I can feel the way you’re rippling around me, beautiful.” Vaughn’s smile is slow, but the pulsing vein in his neck proves he’s not as calm as he appears. “You wanted us to show you how we’d take you, beautiful. You still want that?”

I gulp, summon iron will, and lie through my teeth. “I want it. But it’s still going to take a long time.”

Garrison closes his teeth around my earlobe and gently bites down, making me moan. “Then let’s see how long you can take of the things we’ve dreamed of doing to you, huh?”

Vaughn keeps up the same steady thrusts as Garrison uses the tip of his little finger, his index finger, and then his thumb, using my slick as lubrication before he works each digit into my ass.

As Vaughn slowly pumps, I struggle to absorb the sweet stretch and burn as Garrison takes his time to prepare my body to take him. There’s no rushing him, and I do try.

When I’m breathing hard, my body dotted with perspiration, Garrison tucks his cock between my cheeks, grips my hips and holds me steady as he starts to push inward.

“Oh…” My breath rushes out of me as Garrison pauses.

“Too much?”

“No,” I breathe, closing my eyes as I fight to stay still.

Vaughn continues his gentle thrusting.

“You are so tight. Do you know how it feels to have you squeeze every inch I work into you?” Garrison whispers in my ear.

I shake my head.

He retreats and pushes inward again. And I feel myself stretch around him as his breath grows heavier and his body trembles beneath mine. “That’s it. Take every inch, Resa. I need you to take it all.”

Vaughn tilts his hips, timing each pump to alternate with Garrison. The growing pressure is incredible, and I rest my head on Garrison’s shoulder.

“How is that, beautiful?” Vaughn grinds out. “You need to come?”

“It’s still okay, I guess,” I lie through my teeth. “I have at least thirty minutes left in me.”

“Thirty minutes, huh?” Vaughn grips my ankles, grinning down at me. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Let’s see what we can do to cut that time in half.” Garrison skims his hands down over my breasts, teasing my nipples. I moan, covering his hands with mine as he swivels his hips and drives his cock deeper.

I thought this was the best it could get. Garrison slowly pumping into my ass. Vaughn alternating his strokes into my pussy.

The sweet scent of my arousal in the air is thick and sweat dampens all our skin. Not even the slight breeze drifting from the partially open sliding door is enough to cool our overheated bodies.

Garrison slips in all the way, and my body stretches and strains around his thick girth.

And for one long second, all I feel is him pulsing and throbbing, stretching my ass as he presses his mouth to my throat.

“Now,” Garrison groans.

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