A Breeder for the triplets

On the Couch

Eden

Brandon's lips felt so nice moving against mine and I felt almost trance-like from swallowing his load as if it calmed my jitters somehow. He drew back and looked into my eyes.

"Do you need relief kitten?" He said, his hands moving down my body to where there was a simmering need. I wanted him to, but I was confused.

"I-I don't know, erm..." I stammered. He smiled and sat back, patting his knees to encourage me to sit on his lap. I crawled onto him slowly and looped my arms around his neck. He hummed with pleasure at the contact. "How about I get you off without you removing your clothes?" He said with a wolfish grin. I gave an almost imperceptible nod. His right arm went around my back and rested on the swell of my right breast. I gasped at his touch. His left hand moved lower and he spread my knees apart, gradually stroking up to my center. He began rubbing my whole mound like he was giving it a massage, slowly making the circles smaller and smaller until he found what he was looking for and honed in on my c**t. I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

"That's it, Eden, let me take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good little one, you're such a good omega for me. Look how responsive you are to me."

Brandon began kissing my neck with soft wet kisses, licking and nipping as he explored, making groaning sounds as he discovered new scent and territory. He nipped my jaw and licked it better and my breathing began to become labored as the sensation of pleasure built. His right hand grew bolder as he cupped my breast, found my pebbled n****e and pinched it with more force than I had expected, but I loved how it made me feel. I arched into his hands, a moan escaping me that reverberated around my whole body.

"Is this OK?" he whispered as his nimble fingers teased the waistband of my pants. All I could do was nod as his warm fingers found my wet folds. His breathing hitched as he stroked me faster, my orgasm building in the background of the fire I was feeling. His left hand switched its attention to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, pinching and plucking until it stood proud. Brandon moved lower and latched on to my n****e with a groan. The feeling of his warm wet mouth on my n****e combined with his fingers on my c**t made me cry out his name and grind my hips into his hand. He slipped first one finger into my tight channel, then two, curling them slightly. That was the final straw. My head fell back onto the cushions and my legs started to shake as an overwhelming pleasure flooded my p***y, it seemed to go on forever, bursting out of me onto his fingers and tongue affecting my whole body. He nursed me down from my high, my legs twitching with aftershocks in time with my pulsing c******s. When I was finally able to open my eyes, Brandon was staring at me with awe in his eyes, his mouth open and his hair messed up. I realised it was messy because I had grabbed onto his hair whilst I came, my fingers still entwined with his inky black hair. I bit my lip and felt embarrassed at how wanton I had been.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Brandon said with reverence. "I could spend all night making you fall apart. I will when the time comes."

I managed to sit up slightly and looked down at the impressive bulge in his jeans. "Um, Brandon, what about you? Do you need, er, relieving? I can help you."

"Just lie back, kitten. I don't want to knot unless it's inside you where it belongs, and if you help me I don't know if I'll be able to contain it. Watch me."

I did as he asked, trying to cover myself, but he stilled my hands. He wanted to see me. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, closing his eyes and hissing as he finally took out his thick, veiny c**k. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, twisting at the head. I was fascinated. His pace increased as he looked over my body with a barely concealed hunger. His movements became jerky and more uncoordinated and then suddenly he stilled, bending over my bare breasts as the head of his c**k darkened and ropes of white c*m splashed onto my chest. It felt warm and I gave in to the urge to rub it all over myself. Brandon was breathing hard as he looked me in the eyes.

"Taste it Kitten." I scooped some up with my fingers and then sucked them into my mouth. "Mmmm," It tasted a bit salty, tangy and of him. I loved it. I was getting turned on again.