Page 50 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“She’s so fucking tight,” Julian grits out. “Keep moving, baby. You’re driving me crazy.”

I rest there for a second, both of them buried inside me to the hilt, my pussy stretched so full that I don’t know what to do with it. The power of me on top, controlling this, shoving their cocks into my thirsty, aching pussy, makes my head spin.

Their cocks twitch inside me.

Both of them, pulsing, getting harder, thicker, and I moan, low and ragged.

I grind. My hips circle, pushing them deeper, and the sensation is so intense I cry out, my thighs shaking, my nails digging into their chests.

In my ear, Ezra’s voice, low and dark and certain. “I’m going to take your beautiful little asshole now.”

“Oh god,” I moan as I feel Ezra’s hands immediately spread my ass cheeks wide open. His thumb begins to circle my sphincter slowly and deliberately, rubbing the slick seeping from my asshole all around.

I whimper around the two cocks stretching my pussy wide.

The feeling is indescribable. Ezra’s finger swirling around my tight hole while August and Julian’s cocks push deep into my pussy, stretching me open, filling me completely.

I’m in heaven. Absolute heaven.

August’s hand finds my right breast, squeezing, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers. Julian takes my left, pinching gently, and the dual sensation makes my back arch, my pussy clenching around both their cocks.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” Julian groans, his dimple flashing as he smiles up at me.

Ezra’s finger pushes in. Slow. One knuckle, then two, and I moan, long and ragged, my hips grinding harder on August and Julian.

“More,” I beg, bending forward, my hands splayed on Julian’s and August’s chests, giving him better access to my ass. “Please, Ezra, fuck my butt. I need it. I need your cock in my ass right now.”

“Okay,” he says, his voice rough. “Hold still.”

I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. He is thick and blunt as he pushes inside me.

“Oh!” I yell, my whole body going rigid, as his cock breaches my drenched horny asshole in heat. The stretch is intense, burning, my asshole resisting then giving way, and he slides in inch by inch until I feel his hips press against my ass cheeks and he’s buried to the hilt.

Slick squelches from both holes.

My pussy, stretched around two thick cocks. My ass, stretched around Ezra’s. The sensation is overwhelming. Every inch of me is occupied, stretched, claimed.

Cole moves in front of me. His slate-blue eyes are dark, hungry, as he grips his cock and pushes the head against my lips.

“Open,” he says.

Licking my lips, I open my mouth for him.

His cock slides into my mouth, thick and warm, silencing my moans. August and Julian each grip each side of my hips and lift, and suddenly I’m weightless, suspended between them, my pussy impaled on their cocks, my ass filled by Ezra, my mouth stretched around Cole.

All I can do right now is to take it. To take all their cocks.

Cole grips my hair. Hard. His fingers twist in the strands, holding my head steady as he pushes deeper.

“Be a good omega,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “Suck.”

I suck. My cheeks hollow, my tongue working the underside of his shaft, and he groans, his hips jerking forward. I’m sweating, wild, breathing hard through my nose, every inch of me penetrated from every angle, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.

“She feels so good,” August moans, his bright blue eyes rolling back, his hips lifting to meet mine. “God, Lia, your pussy is incredible.”

“Tight,” Julian gasps, his dimple gone, his jaw locked. “So fucking tight I can barely fit. You want our knots, baby? You want us to knot this pretty pussy?”

I moan around Cole’s cock. Loud. Desperate. Yes, yes, yes.