Page 8 of Surprise Mother Pucker

I needed to be buried inside her immediately. If I wasn’t, I would go out of my mind. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her over like she weighed nothing more than a feather. Athleticism was a good perk of being a hockey player, making for some fun and borderline acrobatic sex.

A huff of surprise escaped her chest as she landed on her front, but that didn’t deter her as she wiggled her hips in my direction.

“Present,” I growled, letting the rough alpha voice take over.

Kennedy took my dominating grasp in stride, lifting her hips so I could see her perfectly presented, soaking-wet pussy.

Lining up my cock with her folds, I cursed at how warm she was. I wanted to dive in, to rut her into the mattress until sheremembered nothing but the feeling of my cock tunneling in and out of her sweet pussy.

She was ready—more than ready, judging by the wetness seeping down her thigh.

“Is all this wetness for me?” I gently massaged her ass cheeks, giving myself glimpses of her back entrance.

Maybe next time. Because, fuck, it looked just as inviting.

Why the hell was I thinking about next time? I didn’t typically do a second time with hookups. I preferred anonymity.

“It is, please,” she whined, wiggling her hips. She attempted to push back onto my cock, but my grasp on her ass rendered her immobile.

I wanted to take my time, inching in slowly, savoring the feel of her. Only, I wasn’t a patient alpha. Between the beers and my sheer desperation to come after the way she had worked me up on the dance floor, I needed her, and I needed her immediately.

My cock met zero resistance, bottoming out in a single, concise thrust.

“Holy fuck!” I hissed as she cried out in pleasure. My cock was in a vise. A mind-blowing, fantastic, orgasmic vise.

I started my pace slowly. I could have pretended it was so she could ease into it, but truthfully, I was trying to make sure I didn’t blow like a two-pump chump.

“Your pussy is perfect, omega,” I complimented, squeezing my eyes shut and trying desperately to get control of my body.

“So big,” she groaned into her sheets, clawing at the blankets, holding on for dear life as she met my hips, thrust for thrust.

My balls tightened, and my spine started to tingle.

I couldn’t let myself come before her. That would be downright embarrassing.

Reaching around, I thumbed her clit, her body jerking as her walls clamped down around me. Fuck, nothing I hadexperienced in my twenty-something years of life had felt that good.

She thrust her hips back, crying out the words that made every hair on my body stand up in anticipation.

“Knot me, alpha.”

The throbbing of my cock was almost violent at that point.

My hands tightened around her, my pace becoming frenzied. Every thrust made my knot slowly expand, as my release was close.

I had knotted a beta once—she had done considerable training in order to be able to take a knot—but my understanding was that knotting an omega was a whole other experience.

I was ready to feel her walls hugging my knot, milking it and demanding more.

She came with a keening cry, her walls fluttering around me as I thrust one last time, bottoming out, so her ass pressed deliciously against my pelvis and my knot rapidly expanded.

I rambled mindlessly as spurt after spurt of cum filled the omega, my mind going blank with pleasure.

We collapsed together, me pulling her into my arms as we lay side by side, slowly coming down from such a strong release. Now I could see what all the hype was about—knotting was fucking insanely good.

“Well, fuck,” Kennedy sighed.

“Well, fuck, indeed.” I laughed, pulling her in close. It wasn’t like we would be able to separate anytime soon.

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