Page 89 of Choosing Their Omega

They can’t get too deep like this, but it doesn’t matter. The feeling of being stretched out by four thick fingers is enough to have me mewling and shivering in their hold. And it’s not just the stretch. It’s the knowledge that I’m being simultaneously finger-fucked by all of them that drives me wild.

“We need to get you stretched out a little first,” Miles says, tracing the curve of my ear with his tongue. “We don’t want to hurt you, red. We never want that. So relax around our fingers, okay? Let us work you open. Let us make you feel good.”

I nod, clinging to Knox’s and Lawson’s shoulders as the four of them keep going. Someone’s hand grinds against my clit, making my heart rate jump as pleasure spikes. My head falls back, resting against Miles’s chest as my eyelids flutter.

“It’s so much,” I breathe. “I’m so… so full.”

“This is nothing, angel.” Knox’s chuckle rumbles in his throat. “With two of our cocks inside you, you won’t be able to think straight.”

Another gush of wetness spills over their hands, but I can’t be embarrassed about it because all four of them groan hungrily in response.

“Make her come first,” Cruz instructs. “It’ll be easier to get inside if she’s relaxed.”

The pace of their thrusts changes, their finger moving faster and driving in a little deeper. My knees are as far apart as they can get, making room for them as I undulate between their hard bodies. White sparks dance in my vision, and my stomach clenches as I come hard, squeezing their fingers with my inner walls.

One of them—Lawson, I think—curls his finger and finds my g-spot, turning my orgasm into a rolling wave of pleasure that seems to last forever. I’m a mess, and so are the sheets, my arousal dripping down to soak into the blankets, and I’m still struggling to catch my breath as the men all exchange a look over my head.

Without words, they seem to decide who’s going to do this. Their fingers slide out of me, then Lawson lies down on his back.

I’m lifted by the other three men, my knees spreading as they set me down to straddle his muscled hips. His cock juts upward, nearly touching his stomach, and he uses the hand that was just inside me to stroke himself, spreading my slick all over his shaft.

“Come here,” he murmurs, guiding himself to my entrance as I rise up to give him the right angle.

He half sits up, crushing his lips to mine as I sink down onto him, letting him fill me up. Once he’s inside me, he rocks his hips upward to meet me as I ride him for a moment, but then he grips my hips to stop me.

“Not too much yet,” he grits out. “Let’s let Cruz get inside you too. Then we’ll fuck you as hard as you want. As hard as you can take.”

I nod, forcing myself to stay still as I feel Cruz settle into place behind me. His warm palm meets my back, pressing between my shoulder blades as he urges me down, and I rest my upper body against Lawson’s solid chest.

“Fuck, she’s gonna be tight. Try not to bust a nut just getting inside her,” Knox says, and although I can tell he’s teasing Cruz, I can also hear the scrape of gravel in his voice.

He’s turned on by this. All of them are.

Fingers probe at my entrance, sliding around my pussy as it hugs Lawson’s cock, then I feel them slowly start to press inside. Miles and Knox are stretching me out even more, preparing me for Cruz.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, my fingernails digging into Lawson’s upper arms as my body tenses in reaction to the stretch. “Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

“Hear that?” Lawson chuckles, squeezing my ass reassuringly. “I think she just called all four of us her gods.”

“That’s right, sunshine.” Cruz runs his hand down my back again, melting away some of my tension. “We’ll be your gods. And then we’ll get on our knees and worship you too.”

I’m panting and writhing on top of Lawson, but although it’s still overwhelming, my body is starting to get used to the stretch. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt before, and I want more of it. Miles and Knox slide their fingers in and out in sync, and I groan at the feel of it.

I don’t know how long they take to work me up like that, but they go slow enough that I finally can’t stand waiting anymore.

“I’m ready,” I gasp. “Please. Please. I’m ready for Cruz’s cock. Fuck me. Please.”

“Good girl.” Miles thrusts his finger even deeper, squeezing it in alongside Lawson’s cock and Knox’s thick digit. Then he presses a kiss to my temple and slowly slides it out.

Even though Lawson doesn’t move, I suddenly feel bereft as Knox removes his finger too.

“More,” I whimper, biting my bottom lip. “Cruz, I need more.”

“I’m right here,” he promises roughly. “I’ve got you.”

Then the blunt head of his shaft presses against my opening, nudging inside me. The initial stretch makes me gasp, and as he slots his crown inside me, I rest my forehead against Lawson’s shoulder, breathing deeply.

“Fucking hell, I’ve never seen anything as hot as this.” Knox’s voice is almost strangled, and I wriggle my hips, allowing Cruz to press in even deeper. “You look so good, angel. You’re doing so well.”

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