Page 45 of Puck Your Nanny

While she spent the afternoon at a spa, safe and pampered in an omega-friendly space, we transformed the nest. The bedroom glows with soft fairy lights, their golden hue casting warmth over the plush blankets and pillows we arranged just the way she likes. Rose petals are scattered over the bedding, theirscent mixing with the familiar musk of our combined scents. Calvin spent the last few hours cooking all of her favorite foods, ensuring she’ll have something to eat between the more intense moments of her heat.

Now we wait.

The second I hear the front door open, a rush of anticipation rolls through me. Her scent floods the space almost instantly, deeper, richer. Her heat has set in. I'm glad the spa uses omega drivers to bring their guests home.

"Guys?" She calls out before her steps come up the stairs.

She steps into the bedroom, eyes wide as she takes everything in. A flush already darkens her cheeks, her pupils dilated with the first waves of need.

“You did all this?” Her voice is breathy.

Peter steps forward first, brushing a hand over her cheek. “For you, only the best.”

Calvin moves behind her, running his hands over her arms, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “We wanted to make it special.”

I step closer, tilting her chin up so she’s looking at me. “Do you like it?”

Her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them. “I love it.”

The hunger in her eyes shifts, sharpening, and she sways toward me. The heat has her pliant, body already yearning for us.

I kiss her first, slow and deep, tasting the faint hint of the honey tea she must have had earlier. Her body melts against mine, her fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt. Calvin and Peter press against her back, surrounding her, their hands moving over her, grounding her between us.

Peter is the first to start undressing her, unzipping her dress and letting the fabric slide down her body. Calvin helps ease it down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a green lace and silkset. The sight of her, flushed and eager, makes my cock throb. She’s beautiful and ours.

We take our time stripping her down, trailing kisses over every inch of newly exposed skin. She shivers, her breath coming in uneven gasps as our hands roam, mapping her, reminding her who she belongs to. By the time she’s bare, her floral scent is thick in the air, wrapping around us like a drug.

Peter kisses her next, capturing her lips in a slow, claiming kiss while Calvin and I strip out of our own clothes. I step back first, drinking in the sight of her pressed between them, her skin glowing under the lights, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

She reaches for Peter's belt, and he lets out a low chuckle, tilting her chin up. “Patience, sweetheart.”

But patience has never been my strong suit. I lower myself between her thighs from behind, spreading them wide, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Calvin moves beside me, trailing his lips over the soft curve of her hip before settling in next to me.

We devour her together, holding her up when her legs threaten to give out. My tongue flicks against her clit as Calvin spreads her open, licking her entrance and then sliding up to her ass, swirling his tongue around it. She lets out a sharp gasp followed by a long moan, pressing herself back more and spreading her legs further.

Peter picks her up and moves her onto the bed before he strips. We follow her, Calvin holds her left leg open and I hold her right as we bury our faces in her sweet, sweet pussy. She cries out, hands gripping the sheets as we work in tandem, dragging her higher, pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans break into gasps, her hips rolling between us, chasing the pleasure.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that! Oh, God!"

Above us, Peter strokes a hand through her hair, murmuring soft praises as she whimpers. She says something to him, and after a moment he moves, so his cock is above her face. She takes hold of it, stroking his shaft before she rises on her elbows taking him into her mouth. My dick twitches at the sight.

I glance at Calvin, exchanging a look before we return our focus to her. We take her apart with our mouths, licking, teasing, sucking until she’s trembling, her thighs shaking around us. Her slick drips from her pussy, and we drink it like it's the nectar of the Gods. When she comes, her muffled moan vibrates around Peter’s cock, making him curse.

We barely give her time to recover before we move to the next step. Calvin reaches for the bottle of lube we set aside earlier, pouring it over his fingers. Daisy shivers as he slides one slick finger against her other entrance, slowly pushing inside.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, strained with restraint.

Taking her mouth off Peter, she nods, breath hitching. “More.”

I position between her thighs as Calvin works her open, his fingers stretching her carefully, making sure she’s ready for both of us. Peter keeps her busy, his fingers tangled in her hair as she moves on him, her moans vibrating around him.

Once Calvin is satisfied, he pulls his fingers away, meeting my gaze. “Ready?”

I nod, and he lies down next to Daisy on his back. "Straddle me, sweetheart."

Letting go of Peter with apop, she moves to straddle him, sinking onto him with ease, groaning as his knot enters her.

We've been prepping her with anal for the last week or so, she's used to it, but I still want to take my time with her.

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