Page 70 of Psycho Pack

"Shut the fuck up and move," Whiskey snarls, but there's no real heat behind it. His cock throbs against mine, hot and insistent as he grips Ivy's hips, helping me pin her in place on our cocks.

I press my fingers more firmly against Ivy's lower abdomen, feeling the outline of our cocks through her flesh. The sensation is almost too much for me, too, not just her. Her soft skin yielding under my touch, the hard ridges of our shafts clearly defined as we throb inside her. Ivy whimpers against my palm, her body trembling violently as we hold her still.

"Shall we begin?" I purr.

Without waiting for a response, I start to move. Slowly at first, easing out just an inch before pressing back in. The drag of her tight heat around us is exquisite. Whiskey groans beneath us, his hips twitching upwards.

I growl hoarsely in her ear. "Good girl…"

Her breasts, still resting on my forearm, heave with every ragged breath as I increase my pace gradually, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper. Her muffled cries and whimpers vibrate against my palm as I fuck into her alongside Whiskey. My fingers trace the bulge in her belly, following the path of our thrusts as we slide in and out of her tight channel, her innerwalls clenching and fluttering around us and squeezing our cocks tighter.

It's the most delicious ache I've ever felt.

"Look how well she takes us," I pant, addressing Whiskey. "So eager, so willing…"

Whiskey snarls in response, his hands gripping Ivy's hips hard enough to bruise as he starts thrusting up in earnest. The force of his movements drives her back against my chest, impaling her further on our cocks, the bulge of his crown through her soft skin thrusting into my palm.

I match his rhythm, pounding into her relentlessly. Ivy screams against my hand, her body writhing between us as we fuck her with increasing fervor. Her nails rake down my thighs, leaving stinging trails in their wake. The pain only spurs me on.

"That's it, little one," I growl in her ear. "Take it all. Show us how much you love being stuffed full of alpha cock."

My free hand continues to stroke along her distended abdomen, marveling at how I can feel our movements through her flesh. With each thrust, I press down slightly, adding to the pressure, stroking us off through her even as the sensation makes my see stars until my consciousness fizzles in and out.

Ivy bucks wildly in response and bites me with a savage growl.

The sharp sting of Ivy's teeth sinking into my palm sends a jolt of electricity straight to my cock. I growl low in my throat, tightening my grip on her face as she thrashes between us. The metallic taste of my own blood fills my mouth as I bite down on my lip, desperately clinging to the last shreds of my control.

But it's slipping away with each roll of her hips, each clench and flutter of her inner walls around our cocks.

"Fuck," I hiss through gritted teeth, my hips snapping forward with bruising force. The wet heat of her pussy is heaven in spite of the ache from how tightly she's gripping us, stretchingimpossibly wide to accommodate us both. "That's it, little one. Take it all."

My free hand presses harder against her lower abdomen, pushing against the outline of our cocks. Ivy's muffled screams of blissful agony vibrate against my palm as I increase the pressure, essentially jerking us both off through her body. Her teeth dig deeper into my hand, drawing blood, but the pain only fuels my frenzy. I twist my other hand to press my fingertips against her clit, rubbing it in rapid circling strokes as I grind against the bulge of our cocks with the heel of my palm.

"Can you feel that?" I growl in her ear, my voice rough with need. "Feel how full you are? How we're reshaping you from the inside out?"

She nods frantically, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Whether from the pain or the pleasure, I can't tell. Probably both. The sight of her completely wrecked between us, taking us both so perfectly, nearly undoes me.

I redouble my efforts, pressing harder as I jerk us off through her trembling flesh. The added friction is maddening. I can feel every vein and ridge of Whiskey's cock sliding against mine as we pound into her relentlessly. My knot aches where it's crushed against his, leaving little room for movement other than harsh thrusting.

Ivy's teeth finally release my hand as a particularly sharp cry escapes her. I quickly clamp my palm back over her mouth, muffling her screams.

"Shh," I murmur in her ear, my voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "You don't want the others to hear, do you? To come investigate and see you split open on our cocks like this?"

She shakes her head frantically, but her pussy clenches around us at my words. Interesting. I file that information away for later.

My vision blurs, consciousness fading in and out as the storm of ecstasy builds to almost unbearable levels. But I force myself to focus. To memorize every detail.

I want to remember all of it.

Needto remember.

Because this... this is perfection.

Whiskey's hips buck up harder, driving us both deeper. Ivy cries out against my palm, her nails raking down my thighs before scrabbling on Whiskey's chest and stomach instead, grabbing at him for purchase.

"Fuck," Whiskey groans, gripping her harder. "So fucking tight. Can't... can't hold back much longer."

I growl in response, increasing the pressure of my hand on our omega's abdomen. I can feel our knots beginning to swell, stretching her entrance impossibly wider even though we're not inside her at the same time.

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