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When I opened my eyes after the last little convulsion of it had gone through me, Devlin was lying next to me on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs, and his chest was very, very nice up close and in real life. He was tan and muscled, with little accents of reddish hair.
He kissed me, his mouth desperate against mine. “That was good,” he said, kissing my jaw. “Such a good omega, and I love your scent when you come. Good girl, using Maguire to make yourself feel good.”
Maguire looked down at me fondly. “Best thing in the world feeling your sweet pussy twitching like that against me, princess,” he rasped.
I smiled at him, liking that. And then I had another stab of worry. I turned to look at Devlin. “You’re not mad? Because it’s your pussy?”
Devlin kissed me again. “Sweetling, it’s a game,” he breathed. “It’s only for pleasure, not for anger.”
Was I wrong? Thinking it wasn’t a game? He kept insisting otherwise. Why didn’t I believe him?
“I think Maguire would probably like to come,” said Devlin. “Would you like to reward him for being so helpful as to let you get yourself off on him?”
I giggled. “I would. How should I do it?”
“I’d love… fucking love to watch you suck him,” said Devlin in an affected voice. “I’d love him on his feet and you on your knees, and I’d like you totally naked, so take these off.” He touched my underwear. “But I don’t want to insist you do that, and—”
“Yes, good,” I said, pushing on Maguire’s chest. “Up.”
“You sure?” said Maguire. “I don’t need to… I feel like I should be on my knees for you, princess.”
“Yeah, we can do that another time,” said Devlin darkly. “Or, you can be on your knees for me.”
Maguire turned to Devlin, a look on his face that was stained with desire. He scrambled off the bed and unzipped himself, taking out that pretty cock of his.
I shimmied out of my underwear and started to get up, but Devlin stopped me. “One second, sweetling. Lie back, with your thighs open, and show off my property so we can both look at it, all right?”
“Oh,” I said, liking that very much, “sure.” I did that, opening my thighs and showing the both of them everything. Normally, I might have felt shy about something like this, but they both made me feel too safe for that, and besides, I was sure—in a deep, instinctive way—that they were going to find my pussy perfect.
They didn’t say anything, but I scented their approval on the air.
Devlin reached in and brushed his fingers over my labia. Then, he ducked in and gave my clit a sloppy kiss, which made trills go through me. “Hello,” he whispered against my skin, affectionate. “Hi there, you tiny pretty thing.” Another kiss. Then, he purred into it, and it made me convulse.
I cried out.
He kissed the inside of both of my thighs and retreated. “All right, omega, on your knees now.”
I was eager for it. I remembered the taste of Maguire’s come, and I wanted it again. I liked the sensation of a thick cock in my mouth, also. I even liked the feeling of it invading my throat. It was intense, sometimes so that it edged into uncomfortable, but I liked riding that edge.
Maguire’s cock was very big, though, and I gagged on it right away.
“Hey,” he said, touching my face, looking down on me. “Don’t hurt yourself. Just concentrate on the tip for now.”
“Squeeze his knot with one hand,” said Devlin from the bed.
I did that.
Maguire let out a keening noise. He threw back his head, gasping.
I began to alternately squeeze his knot in time with the rhythm I had bobbing my mouth on his cock.
He let out a wheeze and a few garbled swear words.
I took his cock deeper, edging it down my throat.
He groaned, sank a hand into my hair, fisted it, and let go, pumping my mouth full of the delicious taste of him. I swallowed it eagerly. I was delighted when I realized squeezing his knot was almost like milking him. It gave me another jet of come. I did that three times before he whined, “Princess, you’re killing me.”
I released him, settling back on my knees. Devlin was behind me. I hadn’t seen him move.
