Page 33 of Surprise Mother Pucker

“Well, you are getting on in years. How old are you again? Thirty-five?” I asked, innocently batting my eyes at him.

His jaw dropped. “Thirty-five? Oh, that’s it! I’ll show you what this old man can do.” He lifted my skirt with ease, pushing my underwear to the side and lining up his cock. He paused for a moment, looking at me, checking my face for any indecision.

Clearly, he liked what he saw because his grip lessened, and I moved down, impaling myself on his cock.

“Jesus! Fuck,” I hissed as my walls burned with the stretch and intrusion. Eli was large—I knew that from our previous fun—but knowing it and feeling it plowing into me were two very different things.

“How the hell are you so tight?” Eli groaned, his hands flying to my hips to hold me in place as I adjusted to his girth.

It was probably because, since Charlotte had been born, I had pretty much been a nun, but saying that would put a downer on the extremely hot situation I found myself in.

“How the hell are you so big?” I turned his question back on him. He kissed me softly, almost too softly. It was so sweet and loving, I almost started tearing up.

“I should probably ask if you’re on birth control, but holy fuck, I can’t think straight.”

I chuckled. “I’m on strong stuff. One baby is plenty for me right now,” I told him. “So, please feel free to knot me and fill me with cum.”

“Well, fuck, when you ask like that, how can I say no?”

I was coating his cock in slick and probably making a complete mess, but I didn’t have it in me to care. All I wanted was to be stretched even farther by his knot.

“So big,” I panted.

“It’s a curse, really.” Eli chuckled before breaking off with a moan as I wriggled my hips. I was so full, it was perfect.

“Can we just stay here?” I asked, nibbling at his skin.

“You don’t need to ask me twice. I’m down for a little cock warming.”

My core clenched at his words, and he huffed out a groan. I had never considered just sitting on an alpha’s cock for an elongated period, but now that I was, I was shocked at how much the idea appealed to me.

I was too impatient for that, though.

Painfully slowly, I rose. His cock scraped against my internal walls, making my legs tremble with the intensity of the sensations crashing through my body.

One of Eli’s hands gripped my hip, but he didn’t guide me. Instead, he let me take the lead as I adjusted to his size.

After a few experimental thrusts, I found my rhythm, slowly speeding up as my core wept around him, the wetness making it easier and easier.

“Fuck, your pussy is pure perfection,” Eli growled, taking my lips in his as I bounced on his cock, taking what I needed.

My body trembled with desire, I wanted to drown in the alpha. I shoved my face into his neck, inhaling that smoked vanilla scent that made my insides sing.

Our pace increased, and I peppered his neck with kisses, clinging on for dear life. Each thrust had so much force, I couldhave sworn my internal organs were being rearranged in the best possible way.

The windows were starting to steam up, concealing us further.

“I want your clothes off.” I pouted as I kept bearing down on him.

“Trust me, I want the same, but the lack of space makes it a little difficult. Next time, I’m going to strip you naked and take my time with you.” Eli nipped at my collarbone.

His knot was already expanding, and my release was tugging at the corners of my consciousness. I sat, fully impaled on his cock, as I clenched my walls around him while he throbbed. At the same time, Eli sank his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to bruise but not break the skin.

The bite, the promise of potential claiming, sent me over the edge as his knot rapidly expanded.

Knots were perfection.

How had I survived without them?

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