Page 22 of Pack Plus More

The first thrust of Devon’s cock had me whimpering. Between my pussy and my mouth being stuffed, I felt impossibly full in the best way.

This is what it meant to be an omega in a pack, orgasm after glorious orgasm. I wanted them all constantly, any way I could have them.

I knew it was Devon behind me, plunging into my sore and well-used pussy. I could tell every one of my guys apart blindfolded. I knew because we had experimented with that once a while back.

Turns out I knew my alphas’ cocksverywell.

My clit throbbed as I tried to focus on getting Nate as close to the edge as possible. Only Devon’s thrusts were demanding and hard to ignore as my legs shook so violently, I knew they were going to give out when I came again.

Nate’s cock glided across my throat, his moans increasing as I worked the muscles of my mouth around him. When his cock started to throb, straining against my throat, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and a rush of wetness escaped me.

The hand in my hair tightened, pulling my mouth off his cock, craning my head so I was facing him.

He was smirking down at me with a blazing hunger in his eyes.

He tutted, “You’re not allowed to make me come yet, omega. My cum is for your pussy,” he informed me as I whined. “Fuck, you’re so pretty taking your alpha’s cock, such a good omega.”

My body lit up at his praise, and I pouted at him, wanting his cock in my mouth again.

Nate shook his head. “The next time you get my cock, it’ll be when I’m coming so deep in your pussy that you can feel it everywhere while I breed you, I’m going to fuck my cum so deeply into it, you’ll be wearing my scent for months.”

There was no warning that an orgasm was imminent, but at Nate’s words it slammed into me like a truck so suddenly, my body convulsed with the sheer strength of it.

“Holy fuck, man,” Devon groaned, his thrust becoming uneven. “You just turned her pussy into a vice.”

He kept fucking me through my release, Nate watching my face with a satisfied look as I scrambled to come back to reality.

“Too much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t mean it at all. “Need more, fuck.”

“Tell Devon what you want, like a good girl,” Nate said, leaning forward and nipping at my neck. One of his hands curledaround my throat, keeping me firmly in place and putting just a little delicious pressure on it. I was putty in their hands. They could pin me, move me, and fuck me any way they wanted.

“I need your knot, Devon, please, fuck. I need you to fuck your cum and your knot into me, “ I babbled, never looking away from Nate, whose hungry gaze was making my pussy weep.

“Take my cum, omega,” Devon growled, trusting one last time as his knot expanded rapidly, stuffing me perfectly full as he unloaded into me.

Nate leaned forward, taking my lips in his in a soft yet demanding kiss as my body convulsed in joy at getting another knot.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was in heat, because I had taken knot after knot all day, and still wanted more.

It took a bit for Devon’s knot to deflate, but as we waited, we laid on the bed, him hovering over me, placing gentle kisses along my neck and back.

I hummed at the sensation, thoroughly blissed out on knots. Jeremy ran his hand through my hair, muttering words of praise.

Nate crawled over my prone body. “Are you sure? We don’t need to…”

“Fuck me, Nate. Now,” I growled, but the impact of my tone was lessened by the fact I was close to passing out from all the delightful orgasms.

But I couldn’t leave one of my guys out. I needed all of them.

Nate chuckled, “As you wish, omega.” He kissed the back of my neck and I lifted my ass in the air, unable to do much else, presenting my pussy to him.

His thrusts were different, slower and more measured. It wasn’t frenzied like the last two fuckings I had received. Itwas a gradual build. Like the embers of a fire slowly gathering strength.

He never wavered, never sped up or slowed down. Simply keeping up the measured, powerful pace that made my pussy weep with need.

“You're so full of us, omega,” he hummed, kissing the spot under my ear. “I fucking love it when you’re messy and full of us. Yet your pussy still wants more. You’re perfect,” he cooed softly.

“Yes,” I moaned, biting at the pillow, thrusting my ass back to meet his movements.

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