Flora’s blinding smile and laughter stopped before she leaned forward, grimacing in pain, clutching her midsection. “Then make it stop,” she whimpered.
“Are you sure?” Though she seemed lucid, the last thing I wanted to do was take advantage of her.
“I’m sure if you don't help me, I’m going to go deal with it myself,” she snarled.
“Not happening,” Bear murmured, kissing the side of her neck as she watched me, her eyes resting on the bulge in my pants. She squirmed in his lap, melting in his embrace.
“Let Bear and me make you feel good,” I instructed, kneeling before her.
Her hungry gaze bore into me as Bear opened her legs, exposing her pussy to me, and I wasverypleased to discover that she wasn’t, in fact, wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this, honeybee,” I muttered.
Bear’s hand snaked around her, one cupping her breast through the T-shirt, the other trailing down to her folds.
“Fuck me, you’re soaked,” Bear rumbled in her ear.
Her legs shook in anticipation at his tone. He didn’t make her wait; his fingers glided over her clit in gentle, repetitive movements.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she tried to snap her legs shut, but I placed my own hands firmly on each knee, keeping her wide open.
“Don't block my view, honeybee.” I smirked.
Her only response was to groan and throw her head back onto Bear's shoulder.
“I want you to come for me,” Bear instructed, his voice thick with need.
“Knot?” Flora whined.
“Not yet,” I cooed. “We need you to come for us first.”
Bearand I exchanged a glance. We both knew that after an orgasm, she would likely be more lucid, and we could discuss what she wanted to do in more detail. From my position kneeling in front of her, I had the best view in the house as Bear sank two fingers into her warmth. I desperately wanted to jump to the end, to feel her heat around my fingers or my cock again, but I wanted Bear to have this moment with her.
It was no real hardship getting a front-row seat to one of the best shows out there.
Her honey and rose scent had been strong before. Now it was overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to drown in it.
Flora rocked in Bear’s grip, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the waves of pleasure. With one hand, he teased her nipple through the T-shirt, and with the other, he thrust in and out of her pussy with two fingers. The wet, pornographic sound it made was fucking perfection.
“You're doing so perfect for us, omega,” I praised, keeping her legs firmly open. “You look fucking amazing, letting Bear play with that pretty pussy.”
“She just clamped down on my fingers so hard,” Bear groaned against her neck. “Are you going to come for me, little omega?”
“Yes!” she squealed, her movements getting more frantic. “So close!”
With a keening cry, her body convulsed, her pussy weeping around Bear’s fingers as she came.
My cock was straining so hard in my pants, I was convinced there wasn’t a single blood cell left in the rest of my body.
That show was totally worth it.
“Fuck,” Flora panted as she came down from the high. Her eyes were less hazy, and she sounded more lucid already.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
She nodded at me, blushing.
I wanted to see that blusheverywhere.
