Page 132 of Rut Bar

“That’s good, pet. I can come like this. More. I need more.”

“You feel so good, Miss Vee.”

“It’s the only pussy you’ll ever fuck. Your cock is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours.” His gaze drifts down to where our bodies meet. Where his cock is buried in my cunt. “My cock is yours. My heart. Me.”

My labia are so swollen they’re puffy. My clit is engorged and flushed. Slick makes us both glisten. The sight of his enormous cock shuttling in and out of me is almost enough to make me come. His knot catches at my entrance, not swollen enough to lodge behind my pubic bone yet, but getting there. My walls clamp down on his cock and his abdomen tenses. His cock jumps inside me.

I’ve had enough. Enough teasing. Enough near orgasms. I reach up and grab a fistful of Jamie’s hair at his nape, squeezing tight and dragging him more firmly on top of me. His weight is heavy, but comforting. I’m not scared of him. Not my sweet Jamie. Not when I’m so clearly in charge.

“I’m not made of glass,” I growl. “Now hurry and fuck me properly or I’ll make it two weeks instead of one.”

Jamie groans, his eyes sliding closed. His hips slam up, driving his cock home. The flare scrapes over my g-spot. The crushing weight of his pelvis means each thrust tugs at my swollen clit. I watch his eyes glaze over as he loses himself in the pleasure of my wet pussy.

The tension coils taut and my breath hitches as I get close. So close. Almost there. I squeeze tighter at his nape, pulling. His back arches and somehow his cock sinks deeper. His knot pushes and tugs at my pubic bone with every thrust. We’re flirting with danger here.

Jamie whimpers—he knows it too. And knowing he’s so close, that his balls are desperate to drain themselves inside me and his knot wants to stopper all that mess in deep, is enough to push me over the edge.

“Don’t come,” I remind him as the tension snaps inside me. I forget how to speak for a moment as he fucks me, oblivious to the fact that I’ve spiraled. My pussy flutters a few seconds later, my walls clamping down on his cock. I cry out with my orgasm, then go limp.

We’re so entwined I feel him shudder with the effort of not following me into his own orgasm. His strokes turn languid and sweet while my spasms fade into aftershocks.

“Mmm.” I lie there, spent, as my pussy gives one last contraction around his girth. My grip slackens in his hair, and I stroke his neck while I bask in the glow of aftershocks and satisfaction. “Good job, pet. You were so good for me. You made me come on your cock. I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it. You can do anything you set your mind to.” I brush a tender kiss across his lips.

His arms tremble from strain, and I urge him closer until he’s lying flush on top of me, his cock still lodged deep inside me, keeping warm and ready for what comes next. He pants as he struggles to catch his breath while he fights his body’s urge to thrust. To claim and knot and spend his release inside a willing omega cunt.

No. I won’t let him.We have other plans.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I urge him off me. All it takes is two fingers in the divot between his pecs to move his bulk. He flops onto his back, his swollen, needy cock slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud.Poor baby.I smile and crawl over him again, sliding down his body until I’m settled between his legs.

“You did such a good job, pet. I think it’s time for your reward. Would you like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Hmm.” I arch one brow at him.

“Please,” he adds.

I smile. Oh, how I love it when he begs.

I start with his sack. I press his cock firmly to his stomach and lick his balls, taking time to suck them into my mouth one by one. I slide my tongue under the ring around his cock and balls, enjoying how his cock jumps under my hand. Once his balls are clean of slick and pre-cum, I move to his shaft. Inch by inch, I lick him until nothing but velvety skin remains. He babbles nonsense, his pleas mixed with grunts and groans and moans while I suck his head into my mouth and hold him there. His taste fills my mouth as pre-cum drips from his tip.

But this isn’t a blowjob. It’s more than that. And he doesn’t get to come yet.

Pulling away, I smile as he lets out a dissatisfied moan. “Are you ready to be mine, Jamie?”

“Always. I want you to make me yours.”

“This is going to hurt,” I warn him. It’s why I’ve been edging him. I need him close to orgasm so that he can bear what comes next. Pain mixed with pleasure can be tolerated in ways that pain alone cannot.

“I’d walk through fire if you asked, Vee. I’d do anything. I love you. Please mark me.”

His words make me smile, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found these three men. I look up at Anthony and Brendan. Anthony grimaces, a hand rising to cover his mouth, and Brendan gives me a curt nod, his expression inscrutable.

“I love you too, Jamie. Now, remember to breathe.” I study his cock while I play with the tip, sliding the skin of his shaft over his head to distract him and tighten things. The veins of his cock are thick and bulging. I map them, taking care to avoid each one as I plan where to bite. Where my teeth will pierce.

Pre-cum drips down my fingers as I slide my thumb over his leaking slit while I open my jaw. I feed the side of his cock into my mouth, pinching him slowly between my teeth as I add more pressure.

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