Page 87 of Dream Girl
My knot softened enough to release myself from Evan, but we still laid there as I stroked them and purred for them, assuring them that they were loved.
Finally, I sat up and got the water bottle off the nightstand and handed it to Evan.
He sat up and took a couple of gulps, then brought Grace up to his chest. “Here.”
Without a second thought, she drank from the bottle and leaned into him, humming. I took the bottle back, took a few sips, set it back on the nightstand, grabbed a wipe, and cleaned off my semi-hard cock.
Evan reached for the canister; I shook my head.
“Up, Peaches. I want to taste Evan on you–and I want you to taste you on Evan.” I patted her cute little ass.
I positioned her on the bed on her knees, much like she had before with Evan. Only this time she was facing the foot of the bed, with her hands right near the end.
“Wider.” I opened her legs further and brought her ass up higher, so she was showing off her pretty pussy, the plug in her ass winking at me.
I ran a hand down her creamy ass, trying not to let my anger at the scars on her back–or how I could see her ribs–come to the surface.
“Beautiful. Look how lovely you are presenting for your alpha. Now taste your omega, Peaches,” I encouraged. “Arms on the bed. Guide her, Evan, but be gentle.”
“There you go,” he crooned, as he brought his cock up to her mouth and she lapped at it like it was a lollipop.
“Do you taste yourself on him?” I switched the plug in her ass on.
She gasped as it vibrated. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to taste you.” Moving her legs out even wider, I devoured her, tasting my Omega’s sweet and tangy cum mixed with her peachiness.
“That’s it,” Evan cooed to her, sheer pleasure shooting through our bond. “Put it in your mouth. That’s it. I’ve got you. Take what you can.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, burying my face in her wet pussy, needing more of this cocktail.
I continued to nibble on her as she squirmed against me, seeking more. Grace rode my face, thighs shaking, as my cock throbbed. She really tasted like peaches, earthy, musky peaches, and I fucked her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with my fingers.
Grace mumbled something, but her mouth was full of our omega’s dick. But in the mirror I could see her eyes dancing with delight, her face awash with pleasure. I might not feel her like I could Evan, but she wasenjoyingherself. The intense scents in the room attested to that.
So was Evan.
“She wants your cock, alpha,” Evan translated. “Oh, yes, right there.”
“Do you want your alpha’s knot, Grace?” I asked, ready to sink myself in her pussy.
Grace nodded, whimpering, as she squirmed and wriggled.
“Keep that ass up.” My knot pulsed, ready to please my Princess Peaches and make her scream. I thrust inside her, and she came immediately, her wet heat squeezing me, teasing me.
“Oh, fuck.” My knot fully inflated as I felt the plug vibrating through her thin walls. I thrust in and out of her in long, firm strokes, over and over, keeping an eye on her and Evan. I pulled back and thrust again. And again.
I teased her clit with my fingers as I continued to ride her sweet pussy, working her back up to her peak. My teeth nipped at her neck, her jaw.Mine.
She writhed and moaned, her muscles fluttering around my cock. The air was thick with pheromones–mine and his–the smell of all three of us, and sex. Every breath made me high, as I got ready to fill her completely.
“Alpha, I’m going to come,” Evan groaned. “Yes, that’s it, Peaches. Can I come in your mouth?”
She made a noise that sounded affirmative.
“Try to swallow as much of your omega’s cum as you can, but it’s fine if you can’t. There’s plenty of time for that,” I told her.
She swallowed it down.
