Page 85 of Craving Their Omega

“Good,” he growls, fucking into my throat.

It’s rough and intense, drool and precum bubbling out of my mouth to spill down my chin with each press of his cock. Tears run down my face, and I’m sure I look a mess, but Tristan doesn’t stop or let up. The sound of him fucking my face is loud in the room, wet gagging noises that somehow just make me want to come undone even more.

I’m trembling as I work my clit, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train, leaving me screaming with muffled cries as I come again.

I can barely breathe, and my head spins from the lack of air, but it’s so good. It’s so fucking hot.

Tristan’s cock pulses in my mouth, spasming as he gets closer to following me over the edge. I have a split second to worry what will happen if he knots in my mouth, but he pulls out before that becomes an issue, ripping his cock out, leaving me gasping for air.

I’m shaking, somehow overstimulated and craving more at the same time. Tristan brushes my tears away with one hand, surprisingly gentle. I turn my face into his touch, greedy for it, and he leans down, warm lips kissing the tears from my cheeks.

His mouth travels lower, kissing my jaw, my throat, the hollow of my chest. I shiver at the sensation.

It sparks more need in me, and it’s amazing how this heat leaves me insatiable. Every time I think things have calmed down, that fire cranks itself back up, yearning for more.

“Fuck me.” The words fall from my lips without my input, but I don’t regret them. “Please, Tristan? Please.”

His nostrils flare and he lets out a ragged breath. “That’s what you want?”

I nod. “Yes.”

And that settles the matter, apparently. He presses against my chest and I go back down onto the bed on my back. Xavier and Dominic, who have been watching quietly this whole time, move to help. Xavier tugs me up the bed, so more of my weight is resting on it, and Dominic spreads my legs wider, giving them all a good view of how wet and sloppy I still am.

Tristan is still hard as a rock, and his cock looks even more intimidating like this. Flushed and throbbing, clearly as eager to be inside me as my body is to have him there. My heart pounds—half anticipation and half fear. I’ve never had anything as big as that inside me, and I don’t quite know how it’s going to work.

Tristan must understand because he strokes my hair back from my face and holds my gaze for a long moment. “You can do it,” he murmurs. “You took me in your mouth, and you can take me here too.” He rubs a hand over my pussy, almost possessively, making me melt a little as my body responds to his touch.

“Okay,” I whisper, my hips arching up a little.

“Good girl.”

He takes himself in hand and then guides his cock to my entrance, letting me feel the thick head of it. Even wet as I am with cum and arousal, it’s going to be a tight squeeze, and when he starts pressing himself inside, my breath catches.

It hurts a little, but the pain blends with the pleasure until it just becomes a heady cocktail of sensation. I feel drunk on it, craving more and turned on out of my fucking mind.

“Focus on me, angel,” he says, and the pet name gives him all of my attention instantly. “Good. Count the inches as they go into you. See just how much you can take.”

I swallow hard, nodding shakily. “O-one,” I breathe as the head of him sinks farther into me. Inch by inch he works his way in, and I keep count, my eyes going wider as the number climbs. By eight he’s still not all the way in, and I’m already writhing on the bed, wanting more than just this slow slide.

“Keep counting,” Tristan demands.

“Nine,” I nearly sob. “Ten.” There’s just a little more to go, and we call it eleven as he finally seats himself all the way inside me. “Oh my god. Oh my god, I can’t—” I can feel himeverywhere,and when I look down, there’s a slight bulge in my stomach from just how big he is and how deep he’s buried.

“You can,” Tristan assures me. “You will.”

Then he moves. There’s nothing gentle about it. Dominic and Xavier hold my legs open, keeping me spread wide for him as he rams his cock in and out of me. Each thrust sends me farther up the bed, rocking it against the floor from the force of it. There’s a slap of skin on skin, his heavy balls brushing against my ass when he shoves himself in.

I can’t speak, can hardly breathe, and I just focus on holding myself together.

My body is at its limit, stretched to bursting around him, and it’s like he’s carving me open with each punishing stroke.

He bends himself over my body, breathing hard. “The way you smell right now, angel. The way you feel. You have no idea.”

I just whimper, reaching up to hold on to him as he keeps driving into me.

“Look,” he growls, his gaze moving down my body. “Look at how you’re stretched around me. At how well you’re taking me.”

I look down, and the sight of the pink lips of my pussy stretched so obscenely around his massive cock is almost enough to make me come right then and there. His cock keeps moving, glistening with the slick of my body, and the way it looks just makes me even wetter.

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