Page 5 of Omega Scorned

I eagerly licked him from balls to tip and teased my tongue over the head until he fisted himself and guided his length into my mouth. He tasted clean and a little salty as I swirled my tongue over his smooth skin.

"Take it deeper," Rory urged. He wrapped my hair around his fingers and started to push deeper into my throat.

When I gagged, he eased back for a second, then pushed deeper. I retched and he groaned.

"Fuck, yeah, I love it when you milk me with your throat."

I pushed against his thighs, trying to pull off his dick, my eyes watering, but Rory kept pushing me back down. I wriggled and coughed, gagging more.

Behind me, Jake pumped faster and faster. "She's just gripping me so hard, I'm not going to last!"

Another thrust from Rory and the wine rose back up in my throat. He started to jerk my head up and down on his cock, bathing the tip in the vomit that kept trying to escape.

Both men grunted as they released their cum into my body, one deep inside my pussy, the other down my throat. As soon asRory pulled out, I twisted to the side and spewed cum and wine all over the floor.

"That was so hot." He leaned back, his flaccid member lying across his thigh. "Daryl, you have to try her out."

"I'll wait until she's sober," Daryl responded.

Jake slipped out of me, his cum dripping down my thigh as I gasped for breath and coughed up the last of the cum Rory had deposited.

I scrambled away from them, toward Daryl, who pulled me up onto his lap, not caring about the cum on me. He rocked me gently and cradled me to his chest until I calmed down.

"You need to clean that mess up before bed," Rory told me, pointing at the vomit on the floor. "But damn, you're a good lay. Totally worth it."

He and Jake headed back upstairs to their respective bedrooms while I shivered on Daryl's lap.

"I didn't like that," I whispered. "Why is Rory so mean?"

"He likes rough sex," Daryl sighed. "Jake is just along for the ride. When you cough or puke, it tightens your pussy and he loves the feeling. That's why he doesn't mind if Rory does that to you."

"Do you like rough sex?" I asked fearfully.

"No. I don't. Do you want me to show you?"

I hesitated, still traumatized from my experience with Rory and Jake, but finally I nodded. After all, I was here to service them, wasn't I?

Daryl laid me out on the sofa and slid his fingers through my folds. He found my clit and circled it gently before he replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing against my clit until he brought me to the edge of orgasm. Then he slid easily through my slick and Jake's cum, finding his place inside me. He felt good, but so had Jake.

"Good?"

"Yes."

Daryl kept contact with my clit with his thumb while he gently pumped his hips, giving a little twist here and there to stimulate my G-spot. I arched into him as my orgasm raced through me. Slick poured over him and soaked the sofa as I came.

He wasn't far behind me, moving faster and faster until he pressed into me as hard as possible and erupted there. When his cock stopped jerking inside me, he turned us so I was on top and snuggled my head against his chest.

"Was that better?" he asked.

"Yeah. Thank you," I responded. I kissed his chest. "I know I'm new here, but I don't really want to be drunk every time someone wants to fuck me. I'll just do it."

"Okay," he smiled down at me. "I find willing partners to be far sexier myself." Daryl kissed the top of my head. "Why don't you go shower and head to bed. I'll deal with everything out here."

"Thank you."

I left him there in the living room and made my way to my room where I took a quick shower and climbed into bed.

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