Page 117 of Craving Their Omega

“That feels so good,” he gasps. “You’re so perfect, shortcake. I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Please,” I beg. “I want to see it. Want to feel it when you do.”

His eyes flash, and he moves closer, getting up onto his knees on the couch so that when he comes, the hot, sticky spurts of it land right on my stomach.

“Oh,” I moan, trailing the fingers of my free hand through the mess while I stroke the last drops out of Xavier’s cock.

“You look so hot like that,” Xavier groans. “Covered in my cum, like you belong to me. To us.”

Something about that makes Tristan surge to his feet in one smooth movement. Xavier moves back to give him space, and I look up at Tristan with wide eyes.

He looks ravenous as he stares down at me, radiating his own quiet power. He shoves his pants down, freeing his monster of a cock, and my mouth falls open as if on cue.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You know what I want.”

I do, and it makes me shiver to think of how good it’s going to be. Stuffed with Dom’s cock while Tristan uses my mouth.

He tangles fingers in my hair, and pulls my head down until the tip of his cock brushes against my lips. I swirl my tonguearound the head of him, tasting the musky flavor of his skin, and he groans, pushing forward so he slips past my lips.

There’s nothing gentle about it, and I’m worked up enough that I don’t care. Tristan fills my mouth with a rough thrust that makes me gag a little, but I rally after a few seconds of spluttering, letting him fuck my mouth the way he wants to.

I’m left drooling while he holds my head in place so he can use me, stuffed at both ends.

I can tell Dominic is getting close too because his thrusts start to get rougher. Between the two of them, I can’t move. I can’t do anything other than take it as they fuck into me, using my holes for their pleasure. It spikes my own, and even though I thought I was done, completely spent from coming so many times in rapid succession, something about this has me on the edge again.

I moan around Tristan’s cock in surprise, and he hisses at the feeling of that through his sensitive flesh.

“Shit, little bird,” Dominic groans. “I’m close. I’m gonna fill you up.”

I do my best to make encouraging sounds about that, but it just comes out sounding garbled and wet while Tristan keeps plunging his cock into my mouth and halfway down my throat.

Dominic comes first, pumping his cum into me and then plugging me up with his knot. The feeling of the base swelling and rubbing against where I’m already so sensitive has me giving a muffled cry, and my body throbs and pulses and comes again.

It’s weaker than the others, and it leaves me exhausted and spent for sure now.

Tristan keeps thrusting until he too finds his release, coming down my throat in a salty rush. I swallow everything he gives me and then gasp for air when he pulls back before he can knot in my mouth.

“Oh my god,” I pant, sucking down lungfuls of air. “Oh my god.”

Dominic chuckles, helping me to lean back against him while we’re locked together. “Are you going to make it?” he teases.

“I don’t know. I can’t believe you did that.” I can’t help but laugh, the sound coming out hoarse from where Tristan fucked my throat so rough.

“When will you learn?” Xavier asks, shaking his head with a grin. “We’d do anything for you.”

“And he deserved it,” Tristan says softly. “He treated you badly, and he deserved to know what he lost. Just like you deserve to be with men who will take care of you the way you need to be taken care of.”

My heart skips a beat a that, and warmth swells in me. They say it so easily these days, making me feel like they truly mean all these wonderful things. I’ve never been cared for so thoroughly before, and I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine.

It takes some time for Dominic’s knot to go down, and when he does, we have to move carefully so cum doesn’t rush out of me and stain his nice pants.

Xavier hands him my panties, and he uses them to wipe me clean and then shoves them into his pocket.

That makes me blush all over again as the four of us get dressed again, fixing our clothes so it’s not immediately apparent what we were just doing.

“Do you think it’s obvious?” I ask, fretting about my hair.

Tristan reaches up and resettles the tiara there, shrugging a shoulder. “If it is, everyone will just be jealous,” he says.

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