Page 76 of Heat Clinic

I whine at the thought of it. Tom grabs one wrist at a time and pulls them to the small of my back, pinning them there, and then he tugs my ponytail holder out of my hair and grabs a fistful by my nape. Restrained, he holds me in place as he pounds into me, the table groaning with each surge of his hips.

Sam shoves his jeans and underwear down his thighs and strokes his cock, then presses it against my cheek. It slips over my skin, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum behind.

Tom pulls me by my hair, tilting my head to the perfect angle. “Suck his cock, omega.”

I wrap my lips around Sam’s head and hollow my cheeks as he feeds his cock into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and pauses for a moment before retreating and then doing it all over again.

Held down, pinned, I can’t do anything but take them and obey as Tom fucks me so hard over this table that I’ll leave with its impressions bruised into my hips. Sam gags me on his length until my eyes water.

That’s how Marcus finds us when he opens the front door and calls out that he’s home.

“In the living room!” Tom yells, his hips never stopping. His balls slap against the apex of my cunt, the sensation enough to tease my clit but not enough to let me come.

We make filthy wet sounds as Marcus sees us and pauses, his footsteps stopping before continuing again. He walks over to the sofa and sits, unbuttoning his suit jacket and loosening his tie.Oh, fuck, he looks so good in his gray suit. So fucking handsome with his dark hair that’s gone silver at the edges and his black and silver tie.

Tom hits a spot inside of me that makes me lose my focus, and Sam takes advantage of it. He rips the control away from me, and I moan around Sam’s plunging cock with every rub against that special place.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s good. You’re so good at sucking cock. Make her do that again.”

He fucks my face until the room fades away and all I know is the two men wrecking me and the bite of the table’s edge.

It’s rough. Claiming. Desperate. Like they need to take, to leave their mark, to know I’m theirs. Pinned down and fucked from both ends, there’s no running away. Not even if I wanted to.

The last thing I want to do is run.

We have plans. I have a nest coming. A proper one. And they’re going to fuck me in it and breed me. We’ll raise our beautiful babies together, and they’ll be safe and cared for and loved.

Tom’s cock pulses as he groans and cums, his pace slowing as he uses my pussy to stroke the seed from his balls. He fills me until I’m dripping, and his cum runs out of me as he fucks me with languid thrusts throughout his release. His hands never ease, never let go of his hold on my wrists or his grip in my hair. All he does is step aside.

The couch groans as Marcus stands, the floorboards creaking with each heavy step that brings him closer. Sam pauses, only his tip on my tongue, which I suck, as our alpha undoes his pants and notches himself into place.

He sinks into me with one insistent thrust, his path made easier by their work and Tom’s wet seed. I am desperate for release, for any stimulation on my clit to satisfy this burning urge inside me. They both move, no hurry to their pace, as they take turns stroking in and out of me, and all I can do is lie here and take it while Tom pins me down and the others rut me from both ends.

I slide my tongue on Sam’s slit and savor the taste of him until he moves, using my face for his own pleasure as he chases his release and comes with a groan and a flood of semen. Ropes hit the roof of my mouth and tongue, and I swallow it down, drinking him up, and lave him clean until he pulls free with a grunt. He caresses my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes as I whimper with each cant of Marcus’s hips.

“Please,” I beg. “I want to come, I wanna… hnng.”

“No.”

Marcus slaps forward, his big swinging balls striking the top of my mound in an almost-right way. He fucks me deeper, harder, rearranging my body to suit his needs. His cockhead hits my cervix and presses, making room.

“You aren’t allowed to come until I do,” Marcus says.

“F-fuck,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut tight.It’s not fair.

“Such a naughty mouth our pretty girl has,” Tom says.

Tom’s grip on my hair tightens as he tugs my head back, arching my throat and lifting my breasts into the air. Sam gropes them, pinching my nipples and holding their heavy weight as they swing with each thrust as Marcus fucks me over this table.

“She was behaving better when she had a cock in her mouth,” Sam says. He presses two fingers to my mouth and slides them in, trapping my tongue against the floor of my mouth. In and out, he slicks them with my saliva and works them like they’re a cock.

The tease of Marcus’s sack against my clit works me up twice, but each time I get close, he changes his pace. He goes back to slow, steady thrusts that steal my momentum and leave me panting and begging incoherent nonsense around Sam’s fingers. Marcus’s edging is merciless. He torments me until I can’t take it anymore.

“Is that right?” Marcus asks. “Do you need a cock in all of your holes to behave like a good omega for her pack?”

When Sam pulls his wet fingers from my mouth and sets them on my throat, his thumb and middle finger pressing on the pulse points there just enough to stem the flow of blood and make my head foggy, I can’t think about anything but the slick slide of the cock shunting in and out of me.

“She needs to start her training so we can take her ass too,” Tom says.

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