I don’t go easy, just take him into my mouth and deep-throat him in the first go.
“Fuck,” he breathes against Aurora’s slick core.
“Focus on your task, tech boy, and let me work,” I demand.
Then I take him even deeper and swallow around his head.
He hisses, so I drag my teeth along his engorged shaft and chuckle when he rumbles in response.
Aurora releases a little sound, one that suggests Johan may have been a little rough.
“Sorry,” he whispers, the apology confirming my suspicion.
“She can take it,” Laz assures him. “Right, princess?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, the title making my dick leak.
I like hearing “sir” on her tongue even if it’s not directed at me.
Rather than comment on it aloud, I celebrate my pleasure by sucking hard on Johan.
He curses, a bit of precum slipping from his head.
I debate catching it on my tongue and bringing it up for Aurora to swallow, but instead keep it for myself. Maybe Johan can come down her throat while Laz and I knot her.
I daydream about it as I continue to work Johan with my mouth, my mind losing track of reality and time until he’s forcefully pulling me off his dick.
I’m about to issue a protest when he moves upward to align himself with our omega’s cunt and starts to work himself inside of her.
Laz curses and Aurora moans, the combination making my knot pulse against my palm.
It’s just so fucking hot.
I give myself a good pump, my eyes fixated on the mess of limbs before me.
“Shh,” Laz hushes. “Relax your inner muscles, princess. Let us both in.”
She starts to whine, resulting in Johan purring as he leans down to kiss her shoulder. “You can do this, Lark,” he encourages her.
Our girl starts to shake her head.
I frown and crawl toward her on the bed. “Need a distraction, little bee?” I ask, taking hold of her hair and guiding her face to my cock. “Here. Help me get good and ready to knot your pussy.”
Her eyes widen, her nostrils flaring.
“Trust me,” I tell her, my knuckles brushing her cheek.
She’s a defiant little thing who loves a challenge. If I try to choke her with my cock, she’ll forget what’s happening below. I’m sure of it.
“Feel free to leave some claim marks on me, too,” I encourage her. “I would love a ring of teeth around my shaft.”
She gapes at me.
I press my head to her lips instead.
“Open up,” I demand.
She rebels with a growl, then moans as Laz reaches between them to pet her where she needs it.
