Page 90 of Craving Their Omega

“How does it feel?” he asks. “Tell me.”

“Good,” I moan back. “So fucking good. I’m so full. I love it.”

“It’s what you deserve. Being full of cock, stuffed until that’s all you can think about. I bet you’d like that.”

I just nod because right now, that sounds fucking perfect.

Xavier snaps his hips up, and I wail when he hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

My nails bite into his chest as I brace myself there, and he groans cock twitching inside me.

The bed dips and shifts, and then suddenly one of them is behind me again. I can tell from the hands that slide down my body that it’s Tristan.

I lean back into his touch, tipping my head back to try to get a glimpse of his face.

“I’m going to give you what you need, angel,” he says, his voice dipping lower into a growl that sends shivers up my spine. “I’m going to take you too.”

My eyes go wide. “Where?” I can’t help but ask. My ass and pussy are already full up, and he’s not in the right position to fuck my mouth, even though I definitely wouldn’t say no to that.

He reaches around my body, dragging one large hand over the curve of my stomach and then sliding it lower. His fingers brush the place where I’m split open around Xavier’s cock, and I jump at the sensation.

“Here,” he murmurs into my ear.

My mouth drops open because—what? I struggled to take him last night when it was just him fucking me, and now he wants to squeeze into my body alongside Xavier, who isn’t small himself?

“I… I don’t know if…” I stammer, trying to make sensible words come out of my mouth while my body is still clamoring for more.

“You can take it,” Tristan says. “I know you can. You can take me, take both of us. If you want to. Do you?”

I lick my lips, and I don’t even really have to think about it. This is what I was begging for. The pleasure that will cut through everything else with its intensity, giving me everything I need and then some.

I whimper, nodding in answer to the question. It was a lot to take his cock the first time, that’s true, but over the last few days I’ve learned a lot about what my body can take. How much it needs to be satisfied. Having three of them helps, but this… this would go a long way toward scratching the itch inside me really, really well.

Even though it’s a bit scary, the prospect of so much cock inside me, I want it. I know I do.

“Use your words,” Tristan tells me.

“Yes,” I say. “I want it, please.”

He hums, and there’s pleasure in the sound of it. Something warm settles in my gut at the thought of pleasing him, and it makes the heat burn hotter.

“You’re going to be so full,” Xavier says, his voice a little strained from where he’s getting close to his own climax. “Fuck, shortcake, you’re amazing.”

Tristan gives the task all of his considerable focus. He starts with his fingers, pressing one and then two inside me with Xavier’s cock.

It’s a tight fit, but gradually, I loosen up enough that he can start thrusting his fingers in and out of me, working me up even more.

I squirm on top of Xavier, pinned by Tristan’s body and wanting to be nowhere else in the moment. Sensation races over me, through me, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as the anticipation kicks up a notch.

Finally, Tristan seems satisfied that I’m ready, and he draws his fingers out, using my slick to lube himself up.

“Breathe for me,” he whispers in my ear, and I do it, dragging in a deep, shuddering breath.

“Good girl. Now relax and let me in.”

It’s easier said than done at first.

His fingers were already a tight fit, and just the head of his cock makes the stretch burn. I breathe through it, whining softly at the edge of pain that ripples through all the pleasure.

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