Page 53 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Greedy girl,” Gunnar snarls, slapping my ass. It stings, but I enjoy the sensation and release another gush of wetness from my pussy and ass. I’m so fucking horny that I can feel the slick dripping from my anus and probably onto their beautiful couch.

“Your couch is going to be messed up,” I say worriedly as Damon takes my breath away, shoving me onto his cock again.

“That can be replaced,” growls Damon, pushing his mouth against my hair. “But you can never be replaced.”

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would find myself here again, but I can’t imagine being anywhere else but between these two gorgeous alphas.

Gunnar groans when he sees the mess I’m making on Damon’s cock and the couch as I squirt everywhere.

“I think our sweet girl is ready for a big fat cock in her ass,” he says hungrily. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Oh God, please,” I beg, squirming on Damon’s lap.

He stops fucking me for a moment and spreads my ass again, giving Gunnar the all-clear.

“Go ahead, Gunnar. Stuff her tight little hole. I want her to feel the two of us pumping her together.”

Gunnar slowly slides his cock into my asshole, nudging the tip inside first, making me moan in pleasure. I stiffen a little when he pushes more of him inside me.

“Relax for me, Lena,” he commands. “Your asshole is a little tense. There’s plenty of slick seeping out, so I know you’re not in pain.”

“It’s not painful. I’m just not used to it,” I say, squirming from the uncomfortable sensation of him penetrating me from behind. “Oh!”

He pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of me with a low growl while biting my ear.

“So good,” Gunnar groans, and I’m overcome with a wave of pleasure, feeling both alphas stuffed inside of me. “Such a greedy little omega, aren’t you? You’re clenching so tight, not wanting to let us go.”

It was true. A part of me has craved to be sandwiched between the two of them, letting them fuck and knot me senseless.

Damon lifts me by the hips using his alpha strength, picking me up and shoving me onto their waiting cocks. Then they start to move in tandem, thrusting into me with rhythm as I grip Damon’s forearms, his white shirt drenched in sweat.

“I want to see your muscles,” I say to Damon, and he immediately rips off his shirt with a growl, making me smile.

My holes are stretched to the brim, and I can only writhe against Damon’s chest as they wring every inch of pleasure from my body.

They can do whatever they want to me at this moment. I want it.

“Beautiful,” says Damon, staring at my face as I moan from the intensity of them stretching me. I want to feel their knots soon so I can be stretched even more. “It’s like your body was made just for us.”

“Such a good girl,” mutters Gunnar. “I’m going to knot in your ass and watch my cum drip down into your pussy tonight. Imagine if you lived with us- you’ll get this every moment of every day.”

Their dirty words of pleasure spur me higher, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I orgasm for the second time, crying out my release as I clench tightly around their cocks.

Gunnar speeds up his pace, slamming into me until he stills, grunting his pleasure into my ear. Damon follows not long after, filling me with so much cum that I feel some of it leak out and drip down onto Damon’s thighs.

I slump onto Damon’s chest, languid and wrung out.

“Your poor couch,” I mumble, and his chest rumbles with laughter beneath me.

“It’s okay. It’s nothing that can’t be cleaned.”

* * *

Thirty minutes later,a companionable silence falls over us, and I can feel I’m on the verge of falling asleep when a strange noise sounds from the front door.

“Is that Max?” I ask, sitting up between Damon and Gunnar. Damon quickly pauses the movie we were watching on low volume.

Damon and Gunnar glance at each other, making me nervous.

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