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"Fuck," she gasps. "You're so⁠—"

"Big?" I finish, smirking. "You've got no idea, omega. That's not even my knot, yet."

I let her down a little more and she clenches around me instantly.

"Fuck," I breathe. She's so tight. Tighter than anything I've ever felt, her walls squeezing me like a fist.

Briggs moves beside me, positioning himself so he can reach her, so he can touch her while I fill her. His hand finds one of her breasts, cupping them, his thumb circling her nipple until it’s a hard peak.

"You okay?" My voice is strained. I want to ram into her, to bury myself to the hilt and feel every inch of that tight virgin cunt wrapped around me, but I won't. Not until she says yes.

She whimpers, but it's a needy sound. Her hands claw at my back, and Tripp strokes her hair, his voice a soothing murmur. "Take it, Little Omega. He's going to be gentle. You can take it."

She nods in a jerky motion, and inch by inch, I let her sink onto me. Her cunt resists at first, her tight channel stretched and her virgin body struggling to accommodate me. She lets out a sharp cry, and I still, letting her adjust.

Tripp's hand snakes down between us. His thumb finds her clit, that slick, swollen little nub, and circles it slowly. She moans, and I feel her body relax just a little. The tightness eases, her cunt softening around me, and I take that as my cue.

I start to move. Long, slow thrusts that drive me deep inside of her. The slick makes it possible, makes every slide hot and perfect. I watch my cock disappear into her folds, watch the way her pussy lips grip me on every withdrawal, pink and glistening. She's so wet that her slick drips down my thighs, soaking the blankets.

"That's it," I breathe. "Take all of me. Let me feel that tight virgin cunt milk my cock."

Briggs switches to her other nipple, rolling and pinching, and she arches into the sensation. Tripp's thumb keeps playing with her clit, circling in time with my thrusts, and I can feel the tension building in her again.

"Fuck," I hiss. "You're so tight. So perfect. This pussy was made for me."

I hold her there, my hands on her hips, and begin to move. Slow, deep thrusts that drive me into her core, each one hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp and whimper.

"Look at her," Tripp murmurs, looking down at her with dark, reverent eyes. "Taking all of us. Such a good omega."

It doesn’t take long to start to feel that swelling at the base of my cock, my knot expanding, ready to lock us together. But I don't want to knot her yet. Not until she's close. I pull out nearly all the way, then slam back in. She cries out, her back arching.

"Please," she gasps. "Please⁠—"

"Please what?" I growl, pounding into her. "Tell me what you want, omega."

"Your knot," she whimpers. "I want your knot inside me."

"That's it," I rumble, my pace quickening. I slam into her, the sound of wet flesh echoing in the room. "Come for me, Autumn. Let me feel that pussy clamp down on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."

She cries out, her body shuddering, and I feel her orgasm rip through her. Her cunt clamps down on me like a vise, and the sensation pushes me over the edge instantly. My knot drives into her just as she peaks. It locks into place inside her, and the feeling is everything.

Autumn gasps, her fingers tightening against my shoulders. For a heartbeat, she looks overwhelmed by the sensation, then a soft sound escapes her and she goes boneless beneath me, all the fight draining out of her at once.

I let out a groan that’s part relief, part primal satisfaction. My hands grip her hips so hard I might leave bruises, but I can't let go.

"Fuck," I gasp, my forehead dropping to hers. The scent of sex and her sweet omega perfume fills my lungs. "I've never—fuck, that's good. That's so fucking good."

I'm breathless, trembling from the intensity. My knot pulses and I feel her inner walls continue to clench and release, milking every drop from me.

"You feel that?" I whisper against her hair. "My knot inside you? I've never knotted anyone before, Autumn. Never felt this. You're perfect. So fucking tight and perfect. This cunt was made for my knot."

She whimpers, a soft, exhausted sound, and then her body goes limp. All the tension drains from her, and she slumps, out cold.

I maneuver myself while holding her so that we’re laying down on our sides facing each other, my arms wrapped around her waist, my knot keeping us connected. Briggs sits back on his heels, grinning like a man who just won a prize.

"She's out," he says, his voice soft. "Let me clean her up."

He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water run. Tripp stands, stretching, his cock still hard.