Page 113 of Game Over

“Yes, please,” she moaned as she bottomed out, their cock fully disappearing inside of her. Her eyes flicked to the camera as well, I knew looking at me. “Do you like watching, Daddy?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Much prefer touching though.”

“Shame, since naughty alphas don’t get to.”

“Oh, silly us,” Jesse said softly, still fucking into our omega. “We forgot to mention, Glitch will be matching any donations tonight, so its time to be very, very generous chat.”

I didn’t know I was doing that either, but I honestly didn’t care, spending money on them–for them–would always please me.

That mention made the donations flood in, the screen barely showing the chat before disappearing into the next. The vibrator picked up in intensity, having to almost be on high by now. “Fuck, I need to come so bad.” I had no idea if it was even possible to come like this. It hadn’t felt like it but now anything seemed possible.

Tara was riding Jesse hard, the slapping of him bottoming out in her had me reeling. Her tear drop shaped tits bounced perfectly with every motion, letting myself imagine what they both looked like under me before, making me feel even closer to coming.

It almost, in a way, reminded me of the first time I’d been with her. Of the mirrored wall in the Omega’s Lust. Tara watching as the two of us fucked hard throughout her heat.

But instead of Tara’s desperation lingering in the air in a thick fog of syrupy cherry limeade, it was me. Buttery pie crust going slightly bitter as it overcooked—my neediness reaching apeak as Jesse pushed Tara onto her knees, drilling into her from behind with his hand pressing her head into the mattress.

“Come for me, sweetie pie,” they crooned softly. “Show your stupid alpha how his omega slut whines for beta cock.”

Tara gasped, half wailing into her sheets as her fists clenched into the fabric. “Jesse, please!”

I’d never seen Jesse like this. Normally, they were so submissive but this new side they showed intrigued me even more. Every time I got to see a new piece of them I fell more and more in love, and this was no different.

They smacked her ass hard, the sound ringing through the room. “Come on sweetie, milk my cock, show our alpha how good it feels.”

Black tears from her mascara ran down her face. She always wore makeup that ran during stream–probably because glitch mentioned he liked it once–and it was still true. Seeing her messy was one of my favorite versions of her. J

“Chat, please, I’m so close,” I begged. “I need to come.”

“Beg h-harder..” Tara choked out.

“Please, please,” I began to babble. “I’m such a pathetic alpha, begging for donations so I can come, but I need it.” There was something slightly embarrassing but also thrilling about being this submissive on a stream of thousands.

Not just being vulnerable for my omega and beta, but for the audience too.

I couldn’t deny what it did for me, precum leaking from my cock like a faucet as my thighs shook. “Please, Tara. Please Jesse. Let me come. I’m so sorry. Sorry for lying.”

Jesse pulled Tara’s head up by the back of her hair. “You think he means it sweetie?”

“I do,” she panted softly. “I really do…”

“You come first,” Jesse said to Tara. “Come around my cock and then we can go give our alpha a reward for being so good.”

Anticipation shook me to my core. Everything that wasn’t the two of them fell away as Jesse wrapped her hair around their hand and fucked her without abandon.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came, her mouth wide in a silent scream. I’d seen her come many times, and each time she was more beautiful than the last. I was positive this time would stick in my memory forever.

“Oh my god,” she whined, a flood of perfume meeting my nose making me lightheaded. “Jesse, don’t stop, I need?—”

“Do you need a knot sweet girl?”

As they said that, mine throbbed. It was the only thing that didn’t fit in the cage and the urge to grab ahold of it was strong, but I was restricted.

“Yes, I need my alpha’s knot,” she cried as her hands balled in the sheets.

Once she was spent she fell forward, panting against the bed. The donations rolled in. “Can I come Jesse, please?”

Their face in the monitor was priceless. This mix of pleasure and dominance I’d never seen took over and it was hot. “If chat lets you, you may. But you gotta fuck our omega afterward.”

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