Page 47 of Breeding Clinic

“More sensitive too,” Liam says. “But less sore.”

“Can I?” Matthew asks.

Confused, I nod.

Matthew palms my other breast. Testing the weight. Judging the firmness. My nipple’s responsiveness.

“When do they get milk?” he asks.

“Not…” My clit throbs like he’s touching it instead of my nipple. “Not until closer to the end.”

“Do you need to come again, kitten?” Liam asks. “You’re squirming.”

“Y-yes,” I pant. Is this okay with Matthew on the bed? I don’t know what the rules are, and I’m too nervous to ask.Being added into an existing pack is so different from forming one as you go.

“Did I do that to her?” Matthew asks Liam.

Liam nips my earlobe, then licks out the sting. He curls a hand around my hips and finds my clit. “Does your pretty pussy need petting?”

“Yes.” My nipples are so hard they hurt. Matthew touches them, seemingly fascinated, while Liam strokes me between my legs.

Liam groans when I squeeze his knot. Grinding my ass against him, tugging at that swollen base of his cock. He breathes hard in my ear. Thrusts shallowly.

He strums my clit. Rapid circles that make my stuffed pussy clench. I clamp down, squeezing him.

“Oh, fuck,” Liam groans. His cock pulses, spraying my walls with a lash of cum.

“What?” Matthew asks.

“Her pussy sucks the cum right out of me.”

“Really?” Matthew’s interest is piqued. “I want to try. Can I, Kat?”

“O-okay.” I don’t care who makes me come as long as one of them does. Fast.

Matthew takes over and I groan in disappointment as the tension in my pelvis fades while they switch over. It starts again when Matthew strokes me. Gentle, slow movements that are good but won’t make me come.

But he gains confidence as he goes. Exploring my folds. Finding my clit. Pulling the hood back to touch more of it. He rubs light circles over me.

“How is that?” He asks.

“It’s good,” I answer.

Liam says, “Faster.”

Matthew speeds up, going from slow and explorative torapid strokes that make my eyes want to roll into the back of my head. I grind into his hand, adding pressure. Tugging on the knot stretching my slick-covered hole wide. My moan is strangled into a needy whine.

My breathing hitches. “Oh, God.”

“That’s it, kitten,” Liam says. “Ride my knot. Fuck yourself on Mattie’s hand. Come for us. That’s our good girl.”

I’m not going to last long. Not with Liam’s dirty praise in my ear and Matthew’s beautiful, dexterous fingers. How is he so good at this? We lock eyes and share the moment together.

I come, gasping, and something sparks in Matthew’s eyes. He strokes me through my orgasm, keeping our connection as I clench down tightly on Liam’s knot.

Liam’s cock kicks, earning me another spurt of cum. The pressure in my pelvis is intense. I can’t take anymore. Not another drop.

“Let me clean you,” Liam says to Matthew.

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