Page 69 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Ohhhh, fates,” I groaned out, unable to control myself. Pure feeling overwhelmed me. Pink raspberry scent surrounded me, blending with Blake’s delicious cinnamon.
In a flash I ripped myself out of their arms. Ripping the knot condom off Dreydon’s cock, my Omega took complete control.
“Need,” I mewled out, squirting and scenting. My perfume squirted out of every hole, bursting out. Like a machine gun, exactly like the ones Dreydon once fired. “Need, sorry—need need need.”
I fucked Dreydon.
Like a rabid Omega, I attacked Josh next, milking him to the knot.
Then, I turned to Blake.
Blake was my handsome poet. The one who wrote me beauty lines of poetry and wouldn’t let me kiss him.
He was the first to call out to me at the farmers’ market, the one who introduced me to this pack.
I went to Blake, slowly riding down on him.
“You’re not in control,” I whispered, descending upon his erection. He had no idea what pleasure I was about to give him. “I am, baby. Just lie there, take it.”
But Blake had other plans.
He lifted me up… and in a second, I wasthrownon the bed.
Blake mounted me, jaw snapping, spittle flying—heplungedhis cock into me, and I was surprised that he was the one to knot me.
“Blake,” Dreydon called out, his own shaft covered in book pages. “Bro, you can’t—"
Blake’s teeth came down on my neck.
His pupils were wide, and he bit me. Just bit me, the pleasure and pain barreling through me almost too intense to bear.
I screamed out, loving being bonded with… I was delirious, a bazillion conflicting emotions barreling through me. I couldn’t breathe: pleasure filled me, and the pain of his bite on my neck was so intense.
Blake fucked and fucked, and it surprised me because, being the shyest and quietest of the bunch, I didn't expect him to be so primal in bed.
He was.
Feral… and he made me wish I was as feral as he was.
My legs latched around him. My tits flew, and I screamed out as he gave it to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my pussy blooming—it squirted, it squirted and slicked around Blake’s dick, but it wouldn’t stop slicking.
“Slick,” Blake moaned, teeth locked on my neck, “on my face,” he whined.
In a second, his teeth were off my neck… And he’d already come in me. His knot swelled down, and…
I exploded.
Just exploded out my slick.
One, two, three, four, five, six—oh fuck,nineshots of my slick burst out of my pussy.
It splashed Blake’s face, squirting all over his jaw and lips and teeth.
His lips vibrated up and down, like he put his face behind a jet stream.
“Oh baby,” Blake moaned, welcome my endless slick. “Baby…”
I couldn’t stop slicking.
