Page 96 of Taken In Trade
My core locks down on Moretti’s cock, and I freeze as my orgasm washes over me.
Hawk completely pulls out of my mouth, but he massages my scalp as I come.
“Well, fuck,” my husband growls. His shaft thickens inside me, and he doesn’t let up, bucking into me in punishing strokes that make my entire body bounce. “That’s it, wife. Let me breed you.”
I told him about my birth control implant last night when we lounged in the bath together after getting back from the club, but he seems toreallyenjoy living in the fantasy.
Something about the primalness of it does it for me, too, and my pussy mercilessly convulses around his jerking cock.
“I’m going to be dripping out of you for days,” Moretti growls. “There will be no doubt who owns you.”
My insides light up, proving exactly how much omegas appreciate being claimed.
“You good?” Moretti asks, but I can’t speak, so I nod. He doesn’t wait, slamming his knot inside me, and I wail.
Hawk slaps his hand over my mouth, which I’ll probably appreciate when I’m more coherent.
My vision goes hazy as the organ swells, locking Moretti in place. The euphoria won’t quit, and every shiver and shake sends bliss through my system.
I’m not even convinced this is reality.
Anything that feels this good must be dangerous.
“Are you okay, darling?” Moretti asks, teasing his hand over my hip.
I nod vigorously, and Hawk finally yanks his hand off my mouth.
Moretti lets off my clit, moving his hand to my middle. He pulls me up until I’m vertical and leans down, nuzzling his jaw to the side of my head. It leaves me in a weird position where he’s sitting back on his heels, and I’m kinda kneeling over his thighs.
It’s uncomfortable, but I think I’ll be able to handle it, at least until my muscles have had enough and give out.
Damn, I’m going to have to work out more.
Moretti gets close to my ear and speaks. “I was afraid that I hurt you. I never worry about inflicting pain on anyone, but I didn’t like the feeling that ripped through my stomach when I thought I might have harmed you.”
“I’m good,” I choke out. “I just need you to move.”
“Mmm, yes, darling. I can do that.” He chuckles darkly, planting his hand just under my breasts and pulling me to rest against his chest. It makes me stretch to keep my knees on the floor and leaves me feeling like his crown is somewhere near my diaphragm.
I gasp, marveling at the way his knot presses against my inner walls as I move.
Moretti’s hand lands on my jaw, tilting my face back toward his. He leans around, kissing me. It’s a naughty, open-mouthed kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air because of the awkward angle.
Once he’s done, he guides me forward, resting my hands on Hawk’s knees.
“Feel free to help out. Play with her tits. Kiss her for me. I’ll handle her clit,” Moretti says, clearly talking to Hawk. I’m not sure I like that he’s implying Hawk can be his proxy, since kissing me isn’t easy in this situation, but they’re all going to have to learn to share.
It might kill me, but I’m going to teach them if it’s the last thing I do.
Moretti begins to rut into me, and Hawk pulls my dress down, allowing my breasts to pop out. Heat pulses under my skin, and I focus on how full I am and how nice the two of them smell mixed together. The only thing missing is Magnum.
“I can’t wait until you’re big and round with my child,” Moretti growls. “I’m going to keep you stuffed full of my cum.”
Hawk’s huge, calloused hands cup my tits, and he smiles at me.
The edges of my vision become hazy, and a string of incoherent begging slips from my lips.
The fog hits hard, and that’s the last thing I remember for who knows how long.
