Page 65 of Rut Bar

I cock one brow at him while I grind on Jamie’s pinned cock and bulging knot. “Aren’t you joining us?”

His lips curve with a creeping smile, and he steps closer until his knees hit the edge of the nest. He stands there and brings a section of my hair to his nose to sniff it. “Oh, I don’t know. I like the view from here fine. Besides, it might be a good idea to let him warm you up for me.”

“Have something special planned, huh?” I ask. My belly flutters. I’m desperate to know what it is, but I won’t be reduced to begging. Not like Jamie is.

He grins instead of answering, but his eyes sparkle with calculating mischief. It doesn’t matter that he has a beta’s slimmer, knotless cock. If he says Jamie’s cock will be a warmup, he means it.

His sheer confidence is impressive, but I know he’s not bragging about his plans lightly. He is nothing but sincere, especially in the depths of his depravity.

Whatever he has in store for my heat is probably nefarious. I should run for the door, terrified, not coiled taut with anticipation. My hips roll in a circular motion as I tease myself on Jamie’s cock and wonder what Anthony’s scheming.

When I can’t take the emptiness in my pussy anymore, I reach down and grab Jamie’s cock by the base and notch his head at my opening. Jamie’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare as I hover there with his cockhead brushing against my hole.

“This cock is mine once I fuck it,” I tell Jamie. I cup his jaw with my hand and squeeze. “Other omegas can look. They can want you. But the only omega pussy I’ll let you fuck is this one. Is that what you want?”

I don’t have to wait long for his answer. Jamie nods. He pleads and begs with his eyes for me to sink down on his cock. But that’s not enough for me. I want his pretty words. I need to hear him say them.

“What is it you want, pet?” I ask as I drag one ruby nail over his lower lip.

“To be yours, Miss Vee. Please make me yours.”

“Good boy,” I tell him as I sink down on his cock. He stretches me wide and the howling need swelling inside me like a hurricane breaks. The stretch is intense, but our recent play has broken my dry spell and made it bearable . The slick from my heat smooths out the rest.

“This is my cock now,” I say as I rise, then sink back down, fucking myself on him. I do it again, and again until our bodies make filthy wet sounds that fill the room. I rise until his cock is almost free, and then I sink down on it again until he hits the end of me, his half inflated knot nudging against my swollen pussy. It begs for entry, but I don’t work myself over its girth yet.

“Yes,” Jamie says. “It’s yours. Oh, fuck. It’s so good… your pussy feels so good, Ma'am.”

His abdominals flex while I ride him and my tits bounce with every slap of my ass against his thighs. I work a hand between my lips and find my clit, rolling the swollen nub in circles until my walls clamp down on his cock. He jerks and mutters a breathy curse each time.

“Please let me come here, Ma'am,” Jamie begs. “Please. I want to come inside you.”

“Not yet. I haven’t decided if you’ve earned that privilege.” I edge us both twice until his hands fist in the sheets and twist. He wants to grab my hips and force me to ride him harder, to let him come, but he won’t do it because the urge to please me matters more than his own brief seconds of pleasure.

And I love to reward a good boy for behaving.

I ride him harder. Slick pools between us and leaves us both dripping as I take his big cock and circle my clit until the urge to keep going, to finally let myself come, overwhelms me. My plans to edge us both a third time, to build up his release so it’s voluminous, fly out the window. All I can think about is making him knot me.

“If you don’t stop I’ll come, Ma’am,” Jamie warns me, his face turning red and his neck cording from the strain of holding back. He’s trying so hard to be good, to play by my unfair rules while I revel in his anguish.

“Good,” I sigh, dropping my head back and sinking down again. “I’ve decided I want to come on your cock. Give me your knot, pet.”

His back bows until his head digs into the pillow and he fucks up into me, my hips rising from the forceful way he seats himself deep. He thrusts four times, and then it’s done. He shoves his knot up inside me while it’s filling, and the stretch turns into a burn that fades into a glorious warmth.

Jamie cries out as he comes, his knot swelling until it locks behind my pubic bone. He pumps me full of alpha cum. I’m so deliciously stuffed, so stretched wide, that it barely takes three swipes of my clit for me to come on his knot.

The tension in my pelvis snaps and ripples move through me, spasms making my pussy clamp down on his cock to suck more seed from his balls. A new tension builds as he fills me to bursting, his load heavy from the edging.

My body strains to contain everything he’s giving me. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths under my hands. I lean on him for support and remember how to breathe myself while my aftershocks milk his knot for every drop.

Jamie erupts into a rumbling purr and goes completely limp underneath me.

“You should be good and ready for me now,” Anthony says, startling me back to reality as the heat-drunk fog tries to drag me down with contentment.

“What?” I try to sit up straighter, forgetting for a moment how thoroughly we’re tied. Jamie whimpers when the movement tugs at his knot.

The bed dips as Anthony climbs into the nest and positions himself behind me. He strokes his hands over my ass and hips, then grips them. He slips fingers between us, wedges it inside, and pries me off of Jamie’s swollen knot. I gasp from the shocking loss of it. Semen and slick splatter over the alpha’s groin as the stopper pops free prematurely.

“What are you doing?” I demand. It’s unpleasant to pull a knot free early, and dangerous if done wrong.

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