Page 29 of Surprise Mother Pucker

That was better saved for somewhere more private, somewhere I could hear her beg as she sobbed with pleasure.

When I filled her with my fingers, my cock nearly exploded. She was tight, impossibly so. My mind went straight to how she would feel strangling my cock.

Kennedy Brown was the perfect omega.

I was going to keep her, no matter what it took.

“Eli,” she whined quietly, thrusting her pussy toward my face, begging for more.

Pulling back, I smirked up at her. “You’re going to have to come quietly, omega.”

Kennedy nodded frantically. “Please, fuck, please. I need it,” she babbled quietly, before lifting her hand, covering her mouth to muffle whatever would come from her mouth next.

“Then be a good girl, and come in my mouth,” I ordered, returning to my ministrations.

I doubled down my efforts, alternating between licking and sucking her clit. My fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and rubbed, hard, while thrusting my fingers faster and faster.

Her pussy was producing so much slick, it was starting to run down my hand, despite my efforts to lap it all up. Her legs trembled, and I used the hand that wasn’t mercilessly fucking her to hold her up.

She was close. I could tell by how tightly she was squeezing my fingers.

She released a muffled cry, her walls contracting, and a fresh wave of slick soaked my face as wave after wave of release racked her body.

Watching Kennedy was better than any porn. I had just found my new favorite pastime, and I was going to do it again as soon as possible.

Using my fingers, I gently rubbed her clit as she came down. After a moment, the hand in my hair tugged, demanding I stand. Even though I was the one in charge, I let her lead me up. Pressing her once again against the bookcase, I took her mouth, relishing in the combined taste of her tongue and her release.

“Fuck…that was…” Kennedy stuttered breathlessly.

“I’m going to do that again very soon, omega. Only, next time, I won't be somewhere you have to muffle your cries, because I want to hear every little sound that comes out of your mouth.”

“Fuck,” Kennedy whined, opening her eyes and gazing up at me. The air around us now smelled strongly of her release. An irrational jealousy took hold of me. What if someone else got to smell her release? That was only for me. I glanced around, relieved to find no sign of an audience.

I helped Kennedy straighten her skirt, then gently cupped her face as I kissed her, softly this time.

It took her a moment to come back to reality. She was blissed out on the release, and that made a rush of pride fill my chest.

I had given her that freshly fucked look.

Kennedy started exploring my chest with her hands, running them up under my shirt. Her touch left a trail of fire in its wake, and my cock wept for her attention.

This wasn’t about me, though. I had been more than happy to make Kennedy come. Soon enough, I would do it again.

“Your turn,” she muttered against my mouth.

“You don’t need to, this is about you. Tasting your slick was more than enough,” I told her.

She quirked an eyebrow at me. “Iwantto,” she said, and without warning, slid her hand straight into my pants, into my boxers, and grasped my cock.

Holy fuck.

The moment she had her hand on me, I was putty in her grasp.

“I’m yours, omega. Do whatever you want to me,” I said softly.

Her pupils dilated at my words, and a fresh wave of slick filled the air. She smirked up at me as she gave my cock a few experimental pumps.

When she gave me a devilish grin before sinking to her knees, my legs almost gave out at the prospect of what was about to happen.

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