Page 147 of The Boss Omega
“Good girl,” I praise, patting her head. “Now you can taste him.”
She swallows the bite, then bobs her head forward, taking him in one swift movement. She sucks hard, hollowing out her cheeks before popping up, gasping for air.
“You,” she points at me. “Inside me.”
I lie back. Saint guides her onto me. She pulls him near and leans forward, taking him in her mouth again as she rides me.
Her hand makes little grabby gestures to Graham who’s been leaning back against the headboard.
“You want me, beautiful?”
She nods around Saint’s cock.
“What do you want from me, Lark?”
I grunt. “She wants you inside her.”
His eyes go wide. “But, I—”
“Just prep her first,” Saint groans.
The moment Graham’s pushes two slick fingers into her ass, her pussy clamps down on me like a vice.
“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” he mutters, voice strained.
“You will,” I growl. “She’s made for us.”
Saint’s hands are wrapped in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his cock as she continues to grind on my dick.
When Graham finally notches his cock against her tight ring and starts pressing in, Lark freezes, a broken moan vibrating around Saint’s dick.
His voice hitches, “Keep doing what you’re doing to her, Graham.”
I huff. Exactly.
The pressure is intense. I can feel his thick length sliding against mine through her thin walls.
“Fuck… so tight,” Graham breathes. We start moving in sync. When I thrust up, he pushes deeper. When I pull back, he follows. We find the rhythm without speaking. It’s overwhelming.
For all of us.
“Alpha,” she moans, chasing Saint’s piercing with her tongue.
And then we are lost. Lost to the heat. The pleasure. The desire.
“Knots,” she begs around Saint’s cock.
“Which one?” Saint asks. “Graham or Silas?”
“All,” she cries desperately.
There’s no discussion. On pure instinct, Graham and I slam deep at the same time. Our knots thrum inside her, one in her pussy, one in her ass, stretching her to the absolute limit. Saint knots her mouth. Lark screams around his cock as we flood her with pulse after pulse of cum.
“Breathe through your nose,” Saint says, wiping sweat from Lark’s brow.
He closes his eyes, then chuckles. “Princess, the tongue is going to have to stay still if you want me to ease out of your mouth.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. From somewhere behind Lark, Graham makes a sound. He's laughing too.
