Page 136 of Bitter Truths

“Fuuuck,” Tristan groans, pushing himself inside inch by inch until he’s fully seated. “You feel like fucking heaven, Bianca.”

He only gives me a second before he withdraws and slams back in. His rhythm grows punishing… like he’s pouring years of pent-up sexual frustration into every thrust.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair to arch my spine.

I whimper.

The others are watching hungrily. All undressed now. All stroking their cocks. All waiting for their turn.

It’s heady.

I could get used to this.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Bianca,” Freddie says, his eyes moving between my face and where Tristan is fucking into me.

Tristan angles his hips, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

“Oh God, Tris, right there, don’t move—” I sob.

He thrusts without mercy. I lose track of time, of air, of thought… until it hits, my body locking around him, spasming violently.

I come apart, and my eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” Tristan curses, hips jerking as he fills me, his cock pulsing inside me. “My perfect fucking girl.” He presses a kiss into my shoulder blade.

Before I can catch my breath, Tristan is pushed out, and Owen is there, sinking his cock into me.

I cry out… sensitive, raw, bursting at the seams, but it doesn’t stop him.

“My turn, Princess,” he growls into the back of my neck. “You’re going to feel me for days.”

He sets a pace that’s vicious, every thrust punching a cry from my lungs. My thighs tremble around him, Tristan’s release slicking the way.

“You’re mine,” Owen’s hand wraps around my throat, the pressure light but firm. “My omega loves being filled up, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” I choke out.

I really fucking do.

Freddie steps in front of me, his cock glistening. He leans down and kisses me softly. I moan into his mouth.

“Open up, baby,” he says, voice tight with restraint. “Let me feel your pretty lips around me.”

I obey instantly, parting for him. He slides into my mouth with a hiss, fingers threading through my hair.

I’m lost in sensation, stuffed full at both ends. Owen’s pace turns frantic, chasing his release while I whimper around Freddie’s length.

“God,” he groans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

An orgasm rockets through me, my eyes watering, as my body squeezes the life out of Owen’s cock.

“Need to be inside you,” Freddie gasps, pulling out of my mouth abruptly.

Owen is loud as he finishes. Then Freddie is there, flipping me on my back and sliding home in one desperate thrust.

“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last.” He moves slow at first as if trying to memorize the feel of me.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice raw. “More.”