Page 112 of Knotted By my Pack
Julian takes her hand and guides it to his cock, pressing it against the outline through his pants. “He doesn’t have much time,” he tells her. “But I want to watch you take him. Just like this. With your mouth.”
She looks at me first. I raise a brow.
“You think I’ll say no?”
Her lips wrap around my cock the second I unzip. She moans around the head, tongue working slowly, eyes on mine.
Heat explodes through my spine, and I grip the headboard above me just to keep still. Her mouth is hot, wet, and she’s not shy about the noises.
Julian’s voice drops lower. “That’s it, pretty girl. Show him how good you are with that mouth.”
She bobs her head, taking me deeper. I twitch on her tongue, already leaking precum, and when she moans again, Elias drags her panties aside with a rough tug and leans down to bury his face between her thighs.
The sound she makes is guttural.
Elias eats like he’s starved. No teasing. No finesse. He locks his arms under her knees and pulls her flush to his mouth, licking her with hard, fast strokes that make her hips jerk.
She chokes on my cock, and the pressure spirals.
Julian moves to her other side and pinches her nipple, twisting gently. “You like being used?”
She nods without stopping.
I glance down. She’s drooling on me. The sight alone nearly finishes me.
Julian watches for a beat, then kisses her temple. “Let him fuck your mouth.”
I slide my hand into her hair and tighten my grip just enough to guide her. She groans, takes me deep, and stays there.
Throat clenched. I don’t move. I let her hold me down while Elias licks her like he’s trying to push her over the edge with tongue alone.
Her hips twitch.
Her body locks up.
She starts to come with a high sound and swallows at the same time. I drag her off my cock with a hiss, not ready to blow in her mouth, and she gasps for air, spit trailing from her lips to my shaft.
Julian grabs her jaw. “You’re taking him next.”
She nods.
Elias stands and wipes his mouth, his chin shiny. “Get on your knees again.”
She scrambles up. Elias grips her hips and pulls her ass back, lining himself up, then pushes in slowly. Her slick gushes down her thighs. Julian palms her breast, mouth at her ear.
I slide down beside her and let her kiss me through it, soft and desperate.
Elias fucks her deep, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Every thrust punches a sound out of her, muffled against my mouth.
Her body shakes with every stroke. I watch his cock disappear inside her, thick with her slick, and grit my teeth.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Still tight.”
Julian chuckles. “She’s always tight. Like she was made for it.”
I stroke her hair while she gasps through another thrust, and her thighs start to tremble.
“You gonna come again?” I ask.
