Page 9 of Pack Plus More

“If you don’t hurry up and knot me, you’re going to miss your opportunity,” I taunted. As much as I loved the foreplay, I needed to be filled. I was due a heat soon, and now I was off all my birth control and suppressants, I was a needy omega. “I suppose Jeremy or Nate would happily take your turn if—ah!”

My words were cut off as Devon moved faster than I had ever seen before, ripping himself from my body, standing up and pulling his sweatpants down. His hands grasped at the flesh of my ass, drawing me close as he filled me in one quick, brutally delicious thrust.

Gripping at his forearms, a strangled moan escaped my chest.

“Too much?” Devon asked with a smirk.

I shook my head adamantly. “Perfect,” I groaned as my walls fluttered around his cock, desperately searching for his knot.

Even without the knot, his cock fit perfectly, filling every inch of me, that familiar, delicious stretch sending me mad with pleasure.

Every thrust sent electricity running through my limbs, my toes curling as I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

“I swear, your pussy feels better every time,” Devon groaned, trailing kisses along my neck.

“Same,” I groaned, reaching my hands under his shirt, exploring the familiar planes.

“Mine,” Devon growled, the deep vibration of his voice making my body lurch with need, even more wetness coating his cock. “Your pussy is already fluttering. Is my girl getting close?” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Can you blame me?” I asked in a breathy voice.

“Nope, I’m already close. The fact I get to be the first to try to fuck a baby into you has got me ready to blow like a teenager at the prom,” he chuckled.

“The least you can do is get me a corsage, then.”

Devon reared back, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Oh, I’ll get you so many corsages, you’ll be drowning in them.”

I gyrated my hips, meeting Devon thrust for thrust, our conversation forgotten as we chased our imminent release.

My vision turned to white as I hurtled over the edge, my walls clamping down on Devon’s rapidly expanding knot as I came, violently so.

The orgasm just kept going. The moment I felt it starting to ebb, Devon’s knot fully expanded as he came, setting off anotherwave of release. Even though knotting was a regular occurrence in my life, the feeling of being so perfectly full, stretched almost to the point of pain, never got old.

Devon rested his forehead on mine, panting heavily. In the afterglow of the mind blowing release, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“We must look a state,” I said, my voice breathless.

I was still wearing Jeremy’s Christmas sweater, my leggings tossed across the room. Devon’s sweatpants were pooled on the floor around his feet, and he was still wearing the soft gray t-shirt he had slept in and kept on for the present opening.

“But you’re my beautiful state,” Devon cooed, running his hand over my body, kissing the top of my head.

We stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his knot to go down.

“If the girls come running in now…” I giggled.

“We made a deal, I get you for twenty minutes uninterrupted,” Devon said, lightly kissing my shoulder. “This is all your fault; you know we’re all going to be beasts today now.”

“Maybe I should have saved the gift for the nighttime,” I mused, wiggling my hips and moaning as his knot hit new parts of my inner walls.

Devon groaned, his hand grabbing my hips, stilling me. “You can’t be doing that, or my knot is never going down.”

“How terrible,” I giggled.

“Then again, the longer I remain knotted, the longer my cum is locked in, getting you pregnant…” he mused.

I rolled my eyes, unable to keep the grin off my face. “How much longer do you have left?” I asked.

“Probably only five minutes,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Those girls are the best thing that’s ever happened to us, but damn I want to just kidnap you right now,” he admitted.

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