Page 124 of Coco and the Misfits

“Be still, sweetheart. Knots are kinda sensitive.”

She loops her arms around my neck, lashes lowering. “Is kissing off the table, then?”

“Nothing is off the table,” I growl. “I don’t know if you like men coming from kissing you, but you may get to experience it if you keep moving on top of me.”

“Like this?” She grins, leaning closer, her tits squashed against my chest, and I hiss as she presses down on my knot. “Or do we also have to kiss?”

“Kissing would be nice,” I manage through clenched teeth because fuck, I wasn’t kidding. The rut is riding me hard, arousal flaring so hot when I’m around her, I think I might burn to ashes.

Her mouth hovers against mine, soft and sweet, and then she kisses me. It’s amazing, fucking awesome. Deep, intense, lighting me up from the inside.

I’ve always avoided kisses because they felt like a waste of time, a lame kind of foreplay, but now I know.

Now I know what kissing is for.

We only break up for air when black spots start dancing in my eyes, and still, I wouldn’t have stopped if she hadn’t.

She laughs breathlessly. I laugh, too.

Damn.

“I want to fucking taste you,” I growl, “right here, on the floor.”

“I’ve never been the kind of girl to refuse oral from a handsome alpha,” she whispers, but she still yelps when I tackle her, laying her on her back on the rug.

I grin down at her like the devil, then waste no time in dragging down her shorts and pressing my face to her panties.

“What are you doing?”

“Smelling you.”

“Is that a weird alpha fetish thing?” she demands.

I laugh against her soaked panties and she shivers. “Would you believe that I never cared much about a girl’s arousal scent before?”

She gulps when I slowly tug her panties down her legs. “Maybe?”

“May I eat out your pussy, Cosette Amos?”

“Well, since you’re putting in an official petition…”

“With stamps and all,” I say, then lose my train of thought when I put my mouth between her smooth legs. “Fuck, the others will be so fucking jealous,” I breathe.

She frowns, the small crease between her brows so cute I wanna kiss it. “What? Who are you talking about?”

“My idiot roommates,” I lie, when I’m actually talking about Atticus and Ryder.

And then I’m too busy tasting her, licking into her sweet pussy like it’s my very own candy shop. God, this girl is delicious. I can’t get enough of her. I lick and suck and explore, loving her moans and cries as I go deeper, then shallower, teasing her little clit and holding her thighs with my hands so I can focus better.

Her hips lift as I alternate between her clit and her opening, and then with a startled cry, she comes against my tongue, shuddering all over.

Fuck, yeah. I want to do it again, make her come ten times, but she reaches for me, shoving lightly.

“Zach. I can’t.”

Too sensitive, by my guess, and I pull back. I gaze down at her glistening pussy, grinning, proud of my work.

Finally, I sit back on my heels, and she sits up, her cheeks red, her eyes bright. “You liked that.”

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