Page 97 of Knot my First Rodeo

"Come here," I say, patting my chin. "Sit on my face, omega."

She freezes, her eyes wide. "I… I've never…"

"I know." I keep my voice soft, patient. "But I want to taste you. I want to suffocate on the taste of you, want to feel the weight of you on my tongue."

She hesitates, her gaze flickering between my cousins and my waiting mouth. Before she can talk herself out of it, Clint moves behind her, his hands firm on her hips.

"Let me help," he murmurs, and before she can protest, he lifts her, positioning her over me, and lowers her down.

Her cunt hovers inches from my mouth, slick and glistening, her pink folds shining with arousal. The scent of her floods my senses and I groan, my tongue darting out to taste her.

She gasps, her hands flying to Clint for balance. "Oh… fuck."

I don't wait. I pull her down onto my mouth, licking into her, tasting her sweet and salty flavor. She's so wet, so ready, and I devour her like a man starved. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she cries out, her hips grinding against my face.

"That's it," Clint encourages. "Ride his face, baby. Take what you need."

She does, her movements clumsy at first, then more confident. I grip her thighs, holding her steady, my tongue lapping at her, fucking into her. She's so responsive, so vocal, her moans filling the room.

"Briggs… fuck, I'm gonna…"

"Come for him," Tripp says from somewhere behind her, his voice low. "Drench his face."

She does, with a scream that echoes through the nest, her juices flooding my mouth, my chin, my cheeks. I drink it down, groaning against her, working her through it until she's trembling and gasping above me.

When she's done, Clint lifts her off me, and I sit up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her gray eyes are hazy, her breath coming in short gasps.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods, biting her lip. "More. Please."

I don't need to be told twice. I shift, positioning her on her back, and move between her thighs. I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick opening.

"I'm gonna fuck you, now," I say, my voice low. "And I'm gonna try to be gentle. But I've wanted you for too long, Princess. I don't know if I can…"

"Just fuck me," she whimpers. "Please, Briggs. I need it.”

I push in, and she's so tight, her walls gripping me like a vise. I groan, burying myself to the hilt. Her head falls backward, a shudder running through her.

"Fuck, yes," I hiss.

I try to go slow. I do. But she feels so fucking good, and I've been holding back for so long. My hips start to move faster, harder, pounding into her with a rhythm that's primal and desperate.

She cries out, a sharp, startled sound. "Briggs… it's too…"

I freeze, my heart lurching. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I'll slow down."

"No." She slaps my chest, her eyes blazing with need. "Don't you fucking slow down. Keep doing that. Keep… fucking… doing that."

I laugh, a low, surprised sound. "Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

I do.

I grip her hips and drive into her, hard and deep, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. She takes it, every inch, her moans turning into screams as Tripp moves in beside us.

"I've got her clit," Tripp says, and I feel two of his fingers flick back and forth against her sensitive bundle of nerves.