Page 150 of Rut Bar

Yes!

His knot swells against my entrance and he shoves it deep, burying his cock as far as he can go while it kicks inside me. It pulses, lashes my walls with ropes of creamy cum until I’m so full it seems like I’ll burst. I can’t take another drop.

His large hand tightens around my crossed arms but I’m too caught up in the way his other hand wedges itself between me and the bed. It slides through my slippery folds. Finds my clit. Rubs until I’m panting. Until I’m squirming, though I’m stuck. Trapped under him. Knotted by his dick.

There’s no escape once you’re knotted. Only surrender.

The orgasm rips through me. Leaves me a shattered, quivering mess. Inside me, his cock gives one last pulse. A final spurt of seed. My reward for being a good omega and coming on his knot.

“That’s a good girl,” he says as he lets me go.

There’s no need to hold me down anymore. We’re tied. And I have no desire to run from my mate. In the circle of his strong arms, I’m safe.

He touches the scar his teeth made in the nape of my neck and I sense our bond pulse. How sated and pleased and happy he is. I enjoy making him happy. Like feeling him soft and fuzzy through the bond. I can’t wait to have it this strong with the others once we’ve finally closed our open loops.

Brendan purrs as we lie there until his knot shrinks enough so he can pull free. The mess we make is instantaneous. Fluid slips from my well-fucked hole and soaks into the nest. It’ll be wrecked by the end of my heat and we’ll have a mountain of laundry to do.

“Thanks for getting her warmed up for me,” Anthony says as he edges in.

Two quick taps on my thigh let me know that Brendan’s taking his leave while Anthony takes over. My sluggish mind takes a minute to understand what this means. That’s more than enough time for Anthony to get a firm grip on my hair as he pulls. My scalp aches as he uses my hair like a handle. He flips me onto my back and tugs, making me swivel until my head’s hanging off the bed.

I open my mouth to whimper from the rough handling. He enjoys my heats because they’re the only time I’ll let him be this rough with me. Anthony presses the tip of his cock against my lips and pushes inside.

The force of him filling my mouth so completely, so quickly, makes me choke. Not that it stops him. He’s merciless as he fucks my mouth. As he drives his cock so deep I have to swallow so I don’t choke. His taste explodes on my tongue. Cherries and cum. The sweet orange of my slick. He never washed his dick after he used my pussy to masturbate.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby. Suck my cock. You like it when we shoot our cum straight down your throat and right into your belly, don’t you? My good little cock sucking slut.” His hand comes down on my breast in a slap that stings against my pebbled nipple. He pulls his cock back and lets me breathe before deep fucking my throat again. His fingers press over the bulge of his cock in my throat, caress his corona through my neck.

“That’s it, baby. Take me deep. We’re gonna be so deep inside you all heat long. You’ll walk bowlegged after.”

He pulls back, then pulls out completely and waits for me to recover. Anthony grins down at me while I catch my breath. Dark hair flops over his face, and the black and gray ink all over his body makes him look like a devil straight from hell.

A string of saliva or pre-cum connects his head and my lips. Anthony fists his cock, stroking once and sliding his skin over the flare of his head, and then he taps his cock and its silver ring against my mouth.

I lick him. Lap up that string that connects us. Swirl my tongue around his head and dip it into his weeping slit. He groans as I lave him, lick our scents off his cock until he only smells like masculine musk and cherry cum. It’s addictive, that scent.

Anthony caresses my face, dips his thumb into my mouth until I suck that too, then pinches my jaw until I drop it open once more. His cock presses inside again. Slower this time. Luxuriating in the slide of his velvety shaft as he fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat. I relax like he’s shown me. Open for him. But he’s done torturing me.

“That’s my good girl. Hands and knees. Get your ass up for Daddy, baby.”

I scramble onto my belly, get on my hands and knees in the middle of the nest for him. Brendan’s cum smears against my thigh, and a fresh dribble of slick makes my inner thighs slippery. I rest my forehead on the backs of my hands and angle my pelvis to lift my pussy higher as Anthony climbs in behind me.

“So fucking pretty when you’re full of cum.” He spreads my labia apart and watches me drip. “Tsk. You’re losing it all. Let’s put it back in here, right where it belongs.”

His cock slides against the slippery mess they’ve already made of me. He fits his cock at my hole and shoves inside. He’s not as big. Not as thick. But he makes up for it with the brutal pace he sets. There’s no gentle, deepening slide of his cock. He surges inside, presses cervix deep, and pulls out so he can slam home again.

The thrusts are so hard, the force of them rock me up the nest. I grunt from the impact as he batters the mouth of my womb. My knees burn as they slide over the silky sheets. My spine arches, hips dropping as I forget to hold the angle he likes.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby? Come back here. This pussy is mine.”

His grip on my hips keeps me from going far. He tugs me back into position and his dick carves a path through my cunt. All I can do is breathe. Breathe and pant. The angle changes, his head sliding over my sweet spot until my toes curl. And then I’m coming. The orgasm rips through me with no warning. My thighs tremble as my walls spasm around his cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good coming on my cock.”

I moan as aftershocks leave me fuzzy headed and compliant while he chases his pleasure. His hand moves to grip my hair along my nape. Anthony squeezes and pulls me up onto my knees. He curls his body around me, his tongue sliding along the side of my throat. Licking me. Lapping the sweat off my skin. Finding the healed depressions where Brendan marked me weeks ago. In this new position, his thrusts aren’t as deep, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying it. My body is already searching for its next release.

“This pretty pussy is mine. Forever,” he growls.

Although I know it’s coming, in the haze of my heat, I still forget. His cock throbs, pulses with his orgasm, and sharp teeth rip through the skin of my scent gland.

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