Page 28 of Surprise Mother Pucker

My hand around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to me. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear. “Your scent is getting very strong, omega,”

She turned to face me, a serene smile on her face…then she bit her lip.

Being a gentleman could get fucked. I needed to taste her immediately. Using my hands to guide her, I took three steps toward the stacks of books, pressing her against the bookcase, caging her with my body. One hand rested on her hip, holding her in place, while the other rested on the bookshelf next to her head.

I watched her carefully for any sign that she wasn't happy with the movement, but instead of concern or worry, she looked positively excited. Her scent was almost overpowering, and it was making my mind go fuzzy.

Pressing my body against hers, I delighted in the feel of her soft curves against me. I liked having her trapped between a bookcase and my body far more than I would have expected. Was I dreaming? I had to be, because this felt so amazing. I had the most beautiful and delicious-smelling omega pressed up against me, looking up at me with a look that was both innocent and filthy.

She was over a head shorter than me, so I had to lean down to capture her lips, ignoring the small voice in the back of my head that was concerned that someone could stumble across us.

Her lips met mine eagerly. The kiss was slow, demanding. I wanted to take my time with Kennedy; she deserved that. She tasted like the sweetest dessert. I couldn't help but wonder—did she taste like that everywhere?

If she did, I was going to make it my mission to taste every last inch of her.

“You taste so good,” I murmured, resting my forehead against hers when we came up for air.

“You taste pretty good yourself, alpha,” she replied, her voice breathless and needy. That tone did something to me, my entire body tensing as she shivered in pleasure at my touch.

The next kiss was more forceful. I needed more of her, needed to drown in her scent. Kennedy whimpered into my mouth, and her arousal was calling to me. Removing my hand from her waist, I gently trailed it down to her thigh. Grabbing the soft, supple flesh there, I hiked her leg up over my hip. Her hands flew around my neck, anchoring herself in place as she ground her pussy against me. The new angle meant I could grind my cock right against where she was most sensitive.

“I think you like this,” I hummed. “You like hiding away in the stacks and doing naughty things, don’t you?”

“Only with you,” Kennedy replied against my lips.

Fuck. She knew exactly what to say to drive me wild.

All I wanted to do was rip off her panties, free my cock, and fuck her up against the bookcase. I had never been one to consider going at it in public, but the idea of making Kennedy come while I knotted her in the stacks, where anyone could walk by and see me claiming the omega again and again, was scratching a primal itch in my brain.

Mine.

“Alpha,” Kennedy whined, her pupils blown as she writhed against me, helpless in my grip.

“I think you need some relief, don’t you?” I asked, thrusting against her sensitive spot. The friction alone was enough to make me bust in my pants like a teenage boy, but I had bigger plans for the stunning little omega.

Kennedy nodded. “Please,” she whispered in a strangled voice as I sucked at the skin of her neck.

I probably should have been gentler, but the idea of marking her for everyone to see was all I could think about.

I smirked giving her one last kiss before slowly sinking to my knees. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Eli, what?—”

Grasping at her thigh, I shifted our position so the leg that had been over my hip was now positioned over my shoulder, opening her up to me beautifully. Pushing the skirt of her dress up, I was rewarded by the sight of her tiny scrap of underwear that was soaked through.

When she spoke, I nipped at her thigh, her body convulsing as her pussy wept for attention.

“Shh, little omega. Be quiet, or I won’t be able to taste you,” I scolded, looking up. “Can you be quiet for me?”

Kennedy nodded, her eyes wide. Her hand came to rest at the back of my head, lightly gripping on to my hair. Good, she needed to hold on tight, because I wanted to ruin her.

Pushing the scrap of fabric to the side, I admired her soaking wet pussy. “You’re drenched, omega.” I lightly ran a finger through her wetness. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes!” she panted quietly. “Please, fuck. Alpha, I need to come.”

“Who am I to deny you when you beg so sweetly for your alpha?” I murmured, leaning forward and giving her pussy one long, slow lick.

Flavor exploded in my mouth. Sweet honey with floral notes. I lapped at her as she writhed in my grip, trying so hard to contain her noises.

Taking two fingers, I traced them around her opening, teasing her as I sucked her clit deep into my mouth. She tugged impatiently at my hair, making me chuckle. Part of me wanted to tease her, to take her right to the brink until she couldn’t take any more.

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