“Do you want to stop?” Kole purrs in her ear before licking a stripe across her bond mark.
She pouts, frustration bubbling in the bond. “I didn’t say that.”
“One more, baby,” Sam promises, his grip in my hair still tight. “One more, and then you'll get a reward for doing so well.”
West runs a hand down her stomach, his touch soft. When he reaches her pussy, he cups it, swirling his thumb around her clit. “I think she needs a reward from all of us.” She shivers at the contact.
“Yes, she is doingverywell,” Kole agrees, licking at her bond mark again.
“What about Hayden?” My omega peers down at me, looking a little worried.
I give her a dazzling smile. “I’m perfect, baby.” And really, despite Sam’s nearly painful grip on my wrists and the slight sting in my hair, I am exactly that. Perfect.
“If Hayden can manage not to come before you do,” Sam says thoughtfully, “you can finish him off after. If not, that’s it for him—no more orgasms until after Thornfield.”
That should be a piece of cake.
I scoff. “That’s easy.”
He smirks down at me, a slightly evil glint in his eye.
I swallow roughly.
West’s hands move back up to Jo’s sports bra, lifting it so he can play with her perfect tits. When her back arches, Sam shoves me back into paradise.
But this time, he tightens his grip on my hands, and his fingers stay tight through my hair.
Dipping my tongue into her sweet, sweet pussy, she yelps when my nose brushes against her clit. She whimpers, her babbling becoming more and more incoherent.
“Fucking hell,” Kole mutters.
All noise fades away as I focus on the one thing I know I’m fucking excellent at—bringing my omega pleasure.
Sam pulls me back the slightest bit before shoving me back on, mimicking a licking motion. I run my tongue against her clit over and over again as he continues to man handle me like I really am nothing but a toy for him to use on her.
I’m finding itveryhard not to blow my load.
“You know what?” Sam’s voice is low next to my ear. “I’ve changed my mind. If you can make our girl orgasm in the next ten seconds, there won’t be any penalty for coming in your shorts.”
Challenge fucking accepted.
I can’t help the way my hips move against nothing as I desperately suck her clit between my lips, quickly running my tongue over it back and forth.
She comes on a cry, her slick gushing into my mouth. My own release follows as I basically hump the air, moaning into Jo’s pussy.
Sam lets out a low chuckle. “Good boy.” His hold on my wrists and hair falls away, and I sit back, gasping for breath.
“Fuck you.” I muster the best glare I’m able to after that mind-melting orgasm. “I’m only a good boy for Jo.”
The fact that I’m tackled to the floor by the omega in question a split second later only solidifies it. She kisses me breathless,her bare pussy rubbing the outside of my soiled shorts. “Are you okay?” Jo asks when she comes up for air, looking into my eyes.
“Questioning how much Sam had a hand in making me come,” I admit, shrugging. “It turns out Ireallylike hair pulling.”
She laughs. “I coulda told you that, Darlin’. But other than that? You good?”
“I’msogood, Fireball.” Grinning, I wrap my arms around her waist. “Did you learn your lesson?” I ask playfully. “I don’t know if I learned mine. I mean, Ididlearn that if I talk back and give Daddy-O a hard time, I get my girl's pussy and have a great orgasm, but I’m not sure that’s what they were going for.”
“It wasn’t,” Sam grumbles, and Jo buries her face in my neck, laughing.
