Page 79 of Rut Bar

I don’t think that I could ever move on and forget about someone like her. She defies all the stereotypes of her dynamic, and she gives me hope I haven’t felt in a long time.

When she lines my cockhead up with her pussy and sinks down onto it with a single slow thrust, I close my eyes to savor the feeling of bottoming out inside her. She’s wetter, looser, but still too fucking tight. But that doesn’t stop her. She’s not sweet at all as she lifts and slams her cunt back down. Her fingers curl in my chest hair as she uses me for leverage to ride my cock.

Veronica’s hips roll as she finds a pace she likes, her pelvis grinding in a circle against me when she’s fully seated. I keep hold of her hips in case she loses her balance, but I let her have this moment. Let her have her way. There will be plenty of time later for me to rut her brains out. Right now, she’s in charge.

She leans back and drops her head, her hair tumbling down her back. The sight of her bare pale throat is so damn erotic that my knot stiffens against her stretched entrance. Her breasts jiggle as she moves, and all I can think about is licking them, sucking on them, but she’s out of reach. She’s having her moment, using my cock, enticing me like a damn siren, and I’ve promised to lie here and take it. I’m a fucking idiot.

“You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart,” I groan.

She bites her lip in a barely contained smile, and the sight of her teeth cutting into that plush pink lip makes me nearly feral.

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” she moans. “You’re so deep it hurts.”

I want to grab her and roll us. Get her under me. Knock her legs apart and press her into the mattress while I rut her hard and deep, then knot and breed her.Fuck, that’s the rut talking.I pry every single one of my fingers off her and twist them in the nest instead. There, that’s safer.

The urge to wrestle control from her and thrust, bounce her on my cock, is nearly impossible to ignore, but for her, I try. I lie there. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I think about soccer and try to name all the players on my favorite team in alphabetical order. When fingers brush over my halfway swollen knot, I curse.

My eyes crack open and my breath shudders as I realize the fingers don’t belong to the hand I thought they did. Jamie’s woken up, and he kneels beside us. I didn’t notice the bed dip. He teases her mound, his fingers brushing over me too as he toys with her pussy.

“If you turn around, I can eat your pussy while you ride him, Ma'am,” Jamie offers.

She stops abruptly and my cock pulses with agony at the sudden loss of sensation. Veronica reaches over and strokes Jamie’s hair, then caresses his cheek. The look of pure adoration on her face fills me with longing. I want her to look at me one day like she looks at him right now.

“What a good idea, pet,” she says, smiling as she rises until my cock pops free. It slaps against my abdomen, heavy and filled with need.

I groan from the loss of her pussy while she turns around and gets settled again, and then I groan again as she fists my shaft and guides me inside of her.

Her ass has two little dimples above her crack, and I can’t help myself. My hands cup her hips and my thumbs slide into the divots like that’s what they were made for. Perfect handholds.

While she rides my cock, I stare at the curve of her back and the flare of her hips. The way her rounded buttocks meet my pelvis. The tumble of her hair down her shoulders. Jamie climbs around and settles on his belly between my spread legs. His fingers brush over us both, and while she uses my cock to fuck herself, his wet tongue replaces his hand and I’m lost.

“Mmm. That’s good,” she says, speaking my thoughts to life. “You’re so good with your tongue, pet. Lick me. More.”

He laps at her, and occasionally he catches my swelling knot as I stretch her pussy wide while she rides me. Knowing this alpha, this perfect adonis of a man, is lying on his belly for her while he feasts on her cunt and licks my knot is too much. It’s more pleasure than I can stand. My pelvis tightens and my balls tingle with the urge to empty.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her.

“Come inside me,” she orders.

I don’t need to be told twice. My breath hitches as the moment stretches and the world fades until the only thing that matters is the urge to breed this pussy. Fill her and stop it up.

Veronica looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. Her mouth drops open as if she plans to speak again, but all that comes out is a whining moan as Jamie’s tongue strokes over us both.

An alpha’s licking my cock while I fuck our omega in her nest and I can’t take it anymore.

My control snaps.

My instincts surge.

I have to breed her before I lose my chance.

My fingers dig into her hips, and I pull her down to meet my thrusts as my hips buck her with the force of our slapping. Eleven. That’s how many pounding thrusts it takes for my knot to pop. It blows outside of her, some unfortunate mistiming, so I pull her down over it and grind it into her until it pushes in and locks behind her pubic bone. She groans from the brutal stretch, but her pussy’s so slick and primed it sinks in without more than a token protest.

Deep inside her, my cock kicks with the first jettison of cum. It lashes at her walls as my groin pulses, pumping her full. She whimpers, so I purr to soothe her, and then her whimpers turn to moans as a broad, wet tongue licks over our tie.

Jamie cups my balls and kneads them while his tongue goes to work and he feasts between her legs. Her pussy tightens on my knot, and I groan as my body gives up another spurt of cum.

“Oh, fuck,” I curse. “Again.” And then he does it once more.

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