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Dylan pinches my nipple as I suck him deep into my mouth, his tip nearly hitting my throat, and I hum again, knowing he likes the sound. He hisses and his hips jerk right as Austin’s hips hit mine, his ribbed cock hammering against my G-spot and forcing Dylan into my throat.
I swallow a noise and grasp at Dylan’s hips. Tears prick the edges of my eyes and I consider tapping out.
“Breathe, little omega.”
And that instruction alone helps me relax. I can do this. I hum again and Dylan tugs at my hair. My walls clamp around Austin, desperate to keep him deep inside of me, but he pulls out, a delicious and agonizing sensation, then rocks into me again. I gag a little when Dylan’s tip hits the wrong spot.
“Look at you.” He pets my head with his other hand. “My gorgeous stepsister. You’re so pretty choking on my cock.”
That praise keeps me going. Austin stays buried deep, grinding deep and caressing my G-spot over and over. In those moments of reprieve, I start to move, trying to find control. Dylan’s shaft is slick with my saliva, and the wetness covers my chin and mouth as I glide up his length. Clamping my lips around his tip, I suck hard and his cock twitches in my hand.
“This might hurt a little,” Austin says right as he spreads my cheeks and squeezes lube all over my ass. “But I think you’ll be okay, won’t you, pretty girl?”
I nod and take Dylan all the way into my mouth and throat, murmuring my reply around a mouthful of cock. “Yes. I’ll be good. I can take it.”
“Shit, I don’t know if I can make it much longer,” Dylan confesses.
“Stop and breathe, Quinn. Give him a minute.”
Grudgingly, I pull off Dylan’s dick with a pop and pout up at him.
Dylan’s dark blue eyes sparkle with admiration, and he gently kisses my lips. “You like sucking on your stepbrother’s cock?” He whispers the question against my mouth.
I whine against his lips and nod.
Dylan’s mouth breaks away from mine, and he reaches between our bodies to roll my nipple between his fingers. “And you’ll swallow your stepbrother’s cum like you’re my good little omega, won’t you?”
“I am a good little omega.”
He bites his lip and watches my face. I don’t have time to wonder why, because Austin eases a finger inside of my ass. My mouth pops open in surprise, and Dylan pushes his thumb inside of it. Without needing to be told, I clamp my lips around his finger and suck.
Austin carefully grinds his cock inside of me, letting me adjust to the strangeness of the finger in my ass. My G-spot pulses. I want more. I want him to be ruthless and to slam into my pussy over and over until his cum hits that spot. My walls tighten around Austin’s length.
Like we can coax him into moving.
“That’s it, baby. I knew you’d be able to take it.”
Dylan hums his approval. “As soon as the plug is in and he’s ready to knot you, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum.”
As I moan around Dylan’s finger, Austin carefully adds a second.
“Is this what you wanted, Quinn? You wanted your stepbrothers hard and desperate to fuck you?” Dylan distracts me as Austin scissors the fingers, stretching and prepping me for the plug.
“Yes,” I rasp, kissing the tip of his thumb before attempting to go back to his dick.
Dylan’s hand in my hair tightens, stopping me from reaching my destination. I look at him through my eyelashes, and he shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“Please?”
“Fuck, Quinn. You’re more perfect than I ever imagined. I didn’t know you wanted this so badly, but you did, didn’t you? You wanted our knots and our cum all for yourself.”
I know what he’s doing, reenacting the moment we were all together and showing Brady everything he missed when he walked away from me. All the confessions. The moans. The dirty words exchanged.
“Yes,” I say around a gasp as Austin slowly pumps the fingers in my ass. That pressure makes me all the more aware of the tip of his cock deep inside of me. I rock back into the touch, and Austin’s dark chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.
“She’s ready.”
I try to go back to Dylan’s cock, but he refuses to release my hair. Pain erupts along my scalp, but I don’t hate it. “Dylan,” I snarl.
