Page 41 of Isla

“You’re perfect,” Harrison whispered against my ear. He held my face so I could look into his eyes and with Finn’s thrusting behind me now, each pound rocking me over Harrison’s knot. The sensation building.

“You feel so good, omega,” Finn grunted.

Harrison groaned as our hips harmonised into a perfect rhythm. Each back and forth getting me closer to the edge, slowly at first, trying to hold back as Finn demanded. But my stomach tightened, a familiar feeling that once I got I couldn’t turn off as my climax went from creeping up on me, to finding me and I moved faster, dancing over the cocks inside me as I went head first to meet the rush.

“God, yes,” Harrison grunted, holding my hip to still me as his knot throbbed and his hot release heated my body.

“I need to come,” I begged.

My legs trembled, my walls fluttered around Harrison’s knot, I was oversensitive now, too full and the overwhelming feeling I had to... “Fuck... I can’t hold on any longer.” And as my climax fired through me like a raging fire, I screamed.

“Yes, yes,” Finn yelled as he held me tight and his movements quickened behind me. His teeth grazed my shoulder, nipping and sucking before his cock pulsed and he released with a groan.

Harrison smiled and pulled my body until I was flush with his, gently stroking my hair from my sweaty forehead and kissed my lips.

Finn kissed my back before he slid out of me. “That was amazing,” he said, walking to the bathroom and coming back with a cloth. He wiped the warm flannel over my face, my back, my arse. Cleaning me everywhere.

Harrison’s knot deflated a little while later. He smiled as he released me and pulled me in for a cuddle. Finn surprised me more when he spooned me as the three of us laid in exhausted silence.

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