Page 79 of Pucking With My Head

“It’s my office and the door locks.” I shrugged. “I just want a little taste.”

“I mean…” Bethany trailed off.

She wasn’t saying no, so I took her lack of an answer as a yes. When more of her sweet scent exploded in the room, I knew that was exactly what she wanted.

My grip on her hips tightened as I swept her up, depositing her onto my desk. The way my office was set up, her back was to the door, and she was facing my chair.

As I moved her, she squeaked in shock.

Fucking hell, even that was adorable.

“Cullen!” she whispered, gaping at me.

“You can’t be standing for what I plan to do to you,” I informed her, leaning forward and claiming her lips in mine. I was between her legs, bending down to claim her mouth. “If you can stand when I’m done with you, then I’ve done a bad job.”

“Oh…”

I laughed, “Yeah,oh.Now, be a good girl and stay quiet.” As I spoke, I slowly sank to my knees.

“I… uhh…oh,fuck.”

The whispered curse word falling out of her mouth made me grin as I slowly pushed the hem of her dress up. Her scent was so fucking potent, it was like I had shoved my face right in a fucking apple pie.

She wanted this, probably more than she was willing to admit. We had been so hands-off since her heat, and it had been killing me. We were all in, but I didn’t want to steamroll her.

It was also starting to dawn on me that I couldn’t let her fester in her own thoughts for too long, or Bethany was likely to freak herself out.

So, devouring her on my desk felt like a nice middle ground.

“Do these even count as underwear?” I hummed, tracing my fingers along the thin bit of fabric that was already soaked by her wetness.

“I may need to do laundry,” she admitted with a cute little scrunch of her nose. Her small smile warped into a moan of pleasure as I pushed the scrap of lace aside and sank my fingers straight into her heat.

Just as wet, tight, and perfect as I remembered.

I tutted. “It looks like we’ve been neglecting you.”

“I…well—oh, fuck!” Her words were cut off as I started lapping at her sweet pussy.

She was definitely my new favorite dessert. I focused my attention on her clit, my fingers roughly thrusting in and out of her pussy. I wasn’t overly gentle. I was demanding, taking what I wanted.

Her legs trembled around my shoulders, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. The hand that wasn’t buried in her heat clenched on the flesh of her thigh, keeping her right where I wanted her.

Bethany was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. She needed to be reminded of that regularly.

She wouldn’t be able to leave if she was constantly blissed-out on orgasms and unable to use her legs.

Her orgasm came quickly—clearly she had been needing it—as I was rewarded with a wave of sweet wetness while I tongued her clit, her walls clamping down on my fingers. I was hard as a rock, but my pleasure could wait.

“Oh, fuck,” Bethany muttered, looking at me with awe as she slowly came down from the high.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the almost dopey look on her face.

I’d done that.

Pride washed over me as I stood, still between her legs, my hand lightly grabbing her chin and pulling the still-dazed omega in for a kiss. If she was repulsed by her taste on my mouth, it didn’t show, because she met my touch eagerly.

“Now, how about we get you lunch?”