A Daddy for the Chubby Omega (Daddies for Dumpster Omegas, #1)

by Anna Wineheart

People were... difficult to get along with; stars and spectrographs and complicated equations were so much simpler. So was his right hand.

And suddenly Otto’s pants were halfway down his legs, the omega faceplanting right onto his crotch. His face is on my cock.

More than that—how had he never noticed this omega before? Because all that squirming was... kind of attractive. In a way Otto shouldn’t be thinking about.

Octtavius Jones could’ve fucked his face and come all over him, left him high and dry, and Caulin would still be the happiest omega on Earth.

Caulin breathed in deep, filling his lungs with Otto’s scent. It felt as though he was trying to mark himself inside with Otto’s claim. Fuck. Otto grew so hard, he could burst.

Gardner: In your office?? Otto Jones. Did you just fuck someone in your office. Otto: Maybe? It’s complicated. Gardner: wtf Gardner: I didn’t think YOU would, of all people. Gardner: Depending on who you just fucked, my boss Kieran says he can maybe get you a suppressant.

Gardner: you fucked a student??? Otto: He felt bad about his weight, all right? He was crying. I did it to show him he’s attractive. I wasn’t taking advantage of him.

Then again, he’d never done anything like this before. Never even thought about making moves on a student. And now he’d all but shoved his cock into his student’s mouth, and pumped every single drop of come down Caulin’s throat.

“I found him being bullied earlier today,” Otto admitted. “I threatened those alphas with disciplinary action. But I’m going to get Caulin to file a report against them.” “So that aside, your idea of dealing with a bullied student is to fuck him?” Quentin looked dangerous now.

Caulin buried his face in his hands, his heart thundering in his chest. I sucked his cock. And now he’s asking me questions in class.

How did you taste a professor’s cock, and still not know how to behave around him the next day?

“And I faceplanted into your—your... eggplant.” “Eggplant?” Jones looked mystified. Did he really not know? Caulin groaned and covered his face. “It’s big like an eggplant. You know.”

Jones’ hand was big and warm, and it felt so safe around him. Caulin trembled, trying to just breathe. Trying not to faint because Octtavius Jones was touching him again.

Caulin breathed in deeply—just like he’d been doing in the car. And against Otto’s chest. He really likes my scent. Otto’s instincts rumbled, pleased.

‘I think your butt is as round and strong as the Moon. I think you are a great alpha.’

‘I want you to squeeze me into a pancake.’

‘I think you put a star up my butt with your love stick, because now it’s...

‘You have a lot of hair, Professor! I think that means you’re fertile.’

‘Your lips look as plump and succulent as a bouncy castle.’

‘Did you know that if we kiss, our bodies form a continuous tube from ...

But the steak... That. That. That was tender and succulent and meaty, it was rich with a hint of salt. Caulin could’ve died surrounded by that meat, and floated to heaven on a massive steak-cloud.

Caulin groaned, hating that the words couldn’t just fall off his tongue when he needed them to. “I just want to be—” I just want to be pretty.

Otto: Why would I be breaking his heart? Gardner: .... Otto, you win the award for being the most clueless alpha on the planet. Or in the universe. That’d fit better. Otto: Hey!

Q: Help! He wants to kiss me. What should I do? A: Lift up the back of your dress and let him kiss your butt.

Q: Should I use a condom? A: Yes!!!! Hold two in each hand, if his breaks, you have four backups. Your butt will thank me!

Q: He gives me all the money and compliments A: There’s a ring on the back of this page. Take...

“Why would he even marry me?” Caulin asked helplessly. Emmy rolled his eyes and came over to sit with Caulin on his thin, creaky mattress. “Because you are a sweet cinnamon roll and you’re head-over-heels for him. And he already put his scent all over you.”

“I’m one second away from reaching inside your clothes, and making you wet for me,” he growled. “I want to make you feel so good. I want to hear you moan. I want to open you up with my cock.”

“P-p-professor,” he gasped. “Call me Otto,” Jones growled. “We’ve gone over this before. You’ll need to remember that.” “B-but—” “In bed, I’m not your professor. I’m your alpha.”

Caulin thought about saying something eloquent or heartfelt.

Just to let Jones know how much this all meant to him—especially when Jones dropped soft kisses all over his face, when that unbelievable pressure inside made him feel as though he belonged.

What came out of his mouth was, “You shoot the best milky com...

Caulin had known he liked cock, but... a pool cue? “I-I-I c-can’t b-believe this,” he gasped, his legs trembling, his cock aching with need. “Please, I—” “More wood?”

Even though Otto had already made him come several times tonight, Caulin couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t every day that your alpha got into bed with you all naked, looking like a dream.

“Maybe you should let him fuck you in front of everybody,” Emmy said. “Then everyone will know you’re claimed.”

“Caulin, there are no stars in the sky prettier than you. You’ve brought me back down to Earth. I will always look up into space, but I know now that my everything is back down here. You’re my everything.”

“Mine,” Otto growled. This was such a public claim, so permanent and heartfelt that Caulin’s instincts sang, his doubts fading.

He was his alpha’s, heart, body, and soul, and he finally believed that something this good could be his, too.

“I want to tell you to push, so badly,” Otto growled. “But it’s not the right thing to do.” “Try pushing a huge melon out your ass,” Caulin hissed. “That’s what it feels like.”