Page 82 of Rut Bar

A month ago, if you’d told me I’d be tag teaming an omega with another alpha I’d have laughed. But when Veronica pops off his cock to suck mine while she switches between us, I’m not laughing at all.

There’s no room for gentle lovemaking right now. No time for slow thrusts and lazy touches. This is rutting like her heat demands. And all three of us are happy to deliver.

My cock bumps against his as we compete for her mouth. A line of saliva connects us, the strand sagging, then breaking, as she moves from one cock to the other. I don’t mind the way his perfect body brushes against me. His purr as she sucks him to his growing knot. Because when she’s done with him, she moves to me, and our omega needs all the sweet, nutritive alpha cum she can get. So that’s exactly what she’ll get.

Anthony looks on at us with a smirk as he fucks her pussy from behind. He tugs her back on his cock, more dominant with her than either of us alphas have been allowed to be. Daddy, she calls him. Her beta. It would be amusing if Veronica’s nose weren’t buried in my groin while Jamie’s cock smears a line of pre-cum across her cheek.

“Good girl,” Anthony sighs. “Sucking those alpha cocks. What a good little cum slut you are. I bet you can’t wait to swallow two fat loads while I creampie this pussy.”

She hums with pleasure as she sucks me to the back of her throat and I can’t hold back. I can’t stop. I stare at her ass and the way it claps against Anthony’s inked stomach as he tugs her back with every thrust, his cock buried deep inside her.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” I warn her. I fist my hand in her hair until she looks at me. Her hand reaches up to squeeze my knot as it knocks against her lips. It makes a tight vice, not as good as a pussy but close enough, and I pump one creamy load after another until it fills her mouth and drips from the corners of her lips as she struggles to swallow it all.

She’s not as good of a cocksucker as Jamie is, but we’ll teach her. Train her.

I purr, my hips canting to work the last spurt of seed out so she can drink it down. Her throat bobs and then her lips drop open to show her mouth is empty. She lets me go so she can move onto the next cock. The next batch of filling alpha cum. She wraps her lips around Jamie’s head and swallows him down.

Before she can get her hot little fist around his growing knot, I beat her to it. I lean against him and fist one hand in his hair and the other around his cock. I curl myself around him to put my lips to his ear and squeeze until he grunts.

“You haven’t been feeding her enough. She needs more than what you’ve been giving her. If you come on her tits or face, you’ve gotta swipe it up and feed it to her. If you load up her sweet pussy, you’ve gotta scoop it out and feed it to her. She needs you, boy. Your cock. Your cum. And you don’t wanna disappoint your omega, do you?” I squeeze his knot for emphasis and he grunts, his hips jerking as he fucks her face.

“No,” Jamie answers, his voice breathy.

“No, what?” I ask. I need to hear him say it. Say that he’ll do right by her. Take care of her the way she needs it, but is too stubborn or embarrassed to ask for it.

“No, Sir,” Jamie moans.

I blink, stunned, then growl. Because I like it. I enjoy knowing that this perfect golden boy is looking to me for orders. That he wants my respect. My approval. My dominance over him? I squeeze his knot like it’s a pussy milking him and feel a burst of pure pleasure when he groans and purrs while I stroke him. My fist bumps against Veronica’s slick mouth.

“Good boy,” I tell him, and then I nip his ear lobe. “Now feed your omega.”

“I’m gonna…” Jamie doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he comes.

His knot inflates in my hand, but I keep my fingers wrapped around it like a vise. The harder I squeeze, the more he’ll come and the happier our omega will be. While she sucks on his head, I milk him until his purr grows shaky. It’s only when I’m certain his cock’s completely drained that I let him go and clap him on the back. He sways and pants, his chest heaving as if he finished a run.

I smirk, because he might be in better shape than me, but experience counts, and if he’s not used to fucking omegas, then he’s used to being a lazy alpha.

We’ll work on that.

With her mouth free, Veronica buries her face in the mattress and groans. Anthony slaps into her, the smacking of their skin as loud as their breathing and her moaning.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn wet. Did you like having all of us like that? You need all these cocks to satisfy you?”

“Yes,” she whines. “I need you.”

I forget how to breathe as he fucks her confession out of her. She’ll probably pretend she didn’t mean the words later, but we know the visceral truth of them. She needs us as much as we all need her.

“Which greedy little hole needs us, baby?” Anthony demands. “This pussy?”

“Yes!”

“What does this pretty pussy need?” he asks, refusing to let it go. To let her off easy.

“Cock!” she moans. “I need your cock in my pussy. Please, Daddy, I need to come.” Her moan turns into a sob. “It hurts. Please let me cum.”

“Okay, baby. Since you begged so nicely, I’ll let you come on my cock.” Anthony tilts her hips and shifts their angle. He hits a spot inside her that makes her whine and her thighs tremble. He’s relentless as he pounds that spot, over and over.

She comes with a gush of slick that soaks the nest as he fucks her brutally through her orgasm until she’s twitching, her body trying to get away from the sensation he’s drowning her in. But he won’t let her go. He has her, his hands firm on her hips as he tugs her back on his cock. He stares at the spot where his cock sinks into her slick pink pussy and his black inked hands keep her ass cheeks spread wide.

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