Page 7 of Surprise Mother Pucker

I had no clue where I was, but as soon as I saw Kennedy topless, I didn’t give a flying fuck.

My mouth watered at the sight of her.

It wasn’t the alcohol talking, either; she was beautiful. Soft in all the right places, with a scent that was driving me insane.

Kennedy raised her eyes at me, standing in the middle of what I assumed was her room, wearing only a tiny lacy pair of underwear. “Your turn,” she said, biting her lip.

Well, I couldn’t leave her wanting, could I?

My hands gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it into the corner of the room. Finding it was a problem for later.

For now, I had a nearly naked omega in front of me, who I desperately wanted to taste. Once I was down to just my boxers, I took a step forward, grabbing Kennedy by the hips and pulling her into me. Every curve of her body pressed against mine as I leaned down and claimed her mouth.

It was fast and dirty. We were both feeling the slight effects of the alcohol, but judging by her scent, she was just as eager as me. Her hands clenched around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

She was a demanding thing, and for once, I didn’t seem to mind that. I grasped her ass—which felt almost criminally good—and lifted. She followed my lead beautifully and wrapped her legs around my waist, leaving the thin fabric of our underwear the only thing between us.

Wetness seeped through her underwear, and my cock was already crying to be buried inside her.

Foreplay be damned, I needed to feel her, and I needed to feel her immediately.

“Where do you want me?” I asked against her lips, pulling myself away from the kiss for just a few seconds.

“Bed,” she panted, rubbing herself all over me as she looked over to where her large, overstuffed bed stood.

I didn’t let go of her as I placed her on the soft blankets, crawling over her body and caging her under me. The bed was full of so many blankets and pillows, it dawned on me that this wasn’t just her bed—it was a nest.

I had never slept with an omega before, let alone in their nest. A rush of emotion crashed into me, and I wasn’t sure if it was elation or pride, maybe a fucked-up mix of both.

My fingers searched hungrily for her folds. Wetness met my fingers, and I groaned in delight.

“So wet, omega,” I cooed.

I wasn’t usually one to call someone by their designation, but something about it felt so right in that moment. All I wanted was to hear the wordalphafall from her lips. There was a distinct possibility I would come in three seconds flat if she did that, but I was willing to take that risk.

“Need more,” she moaned, thrusting her hips to meet my hand.

My lips lavished her nipples with attention, nipping and sucking at them, as I watched the way her breath hitched and caught with every little bite.

Bite. Claim. Keep.

My inner alpha screamed the words on a loop.

That made me pause. Usually, my alpha shut the hell up while I was with members of the fairer sex.

Then again, I usually hooked up with betas.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you,” I groaned, my fingers never slowing.

“Like what?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a breathless whine as she looked at me pleadingly.

I sat up, kneeling between her legs as I took my time feeling every inch of her walls while I finger fucked her. She felt phenomenal around my fingers, and I could only imagine how good she would feel wrapped around my cock.

“My alpha is demanding that I rut my knot into you from behind while you clench around me.”

Kennedy’s eyes lit up, and she sat up on her elbows, meeting my eye. “I like the sound of that. Do it,” she instructed as I licked patterns across her skin.

My body was on fire, and I lurched forward, pulling my fingers out.

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