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“And once you’re overstuffed with my cum so it’s leaking down your legs, you’d have me fill your ass,” I push my thumb against her backdoor. Katie trembles and her legs threaten to give out.

“That means you want me to…” I trail off, making her fill in the blank.

She turns to look back at me. “Breed me, Carter. I want you, please.”

That’s all I need to hear. I’m hard as a rock knowing she’s willing to play such a dangerous game with me. A new game.

I undo the button on my pants and push them down just enough to free my cock. I move my finger to thrust into her. The second she moans, I move my wet fingers and work them over her tongue.

“As sweet as your moans are and as much as I like you loud, you have to be quiet today, doll. Suck my fingers, bite them, memorize how you taste, but don’t you dare get us caught,” I growl as my cock slips inside her.

Her eyes roll back, her tongue grips my fingers, and my hips move. Thrusting inside her, deep and slow.

I keep palming her breast, listening to her soft muffled whimpers. The sight of my cum dripping out of her does something terrible to me. I want to be rougher. I want to own her in new ways, in every possible way.

“Bend over,” I command.

She spreads her legs slightly and bends over just enough that I can fuck her harder. Her whimpers and whines are muffled against the books and my fingers, but I hear her gagging on my fingers too. She’s such a good girl for me.

“That’s it, doll. Take it just like you’re meant to. Make me come,” I pant and praise in equal measure.

Katie’s something special. There was never a chance of ignoring her or overlooking her. I can replay every moment withher—from start to finish—and can’t see a single option to ignore her existence or not end up right here.

I pinch her nipple hard and choke her on my fingers as I jackhammer into her tight, wet pussy. Her pussy starts to spasm around me. She’s close but needs more.

“Anyone could see us, Katie. Anyone could watch us fucking right here and now. They’d know I own your pussy. They’d know what a naughty, eager slut you are for me. Is that what you want? Do you want them to hear you, to see how much you enjoy being fucked?”

She whimpers and sucks my fingers hard as she comes for me. She’s so fucking wet, gushing all over my cock. I drop my hands to her hips and jerk her back against me, really taking her the way I need—hard and deep, without an ounce of restraint.

I groan and pull her back harder against me. The slapping of skin on skin and my own feral grunts echo. No one close by can possibly mistake this for anything but what it is. Intense and demanding fucking.

“Tell me you want my cum,” I order when I feel my toes curling in my shoes.

She begs for me to cum in her, again and again, panting my name, pleading with me as if it’s a gift to her instead of me. When she whimpers and her pussy starts to twitch around my cock, trying to suck me deeper as if her body agrees with her words, I lose control.

I grip the bookshelf as I climax deep inside her. I grind my cock deeper, wanting to make sure she feels it. Katie trembles and covers her mouth with one hand as she tries to calm herself, tries to control herself. Whimpering, she keeps circling her hips against me.

“Fuck, Katie,” I pant. “Always so damn good.”

“I don’t… think I can stand,” she says softly.

I chuckle and run my nose over her throat. “Then I guess you’ll have to stay right there, bent over so you don’t lose a single drop.”

Chapter seven

Katie

My mind is still buzzing with pleasure.

Carter’s sudden determination to “breed” me is new, but I like it. I like his feral desperation. He’s never been so determined to have me that he’s fucked me in a place where anyone could see. It’s honestly a miracle no one saw us. I have a feeling that people heard us, but they didn’t say anything if they did.

And when he finally slipped out of me, appreciating his art between my legs, he was quick to redress us, then made sure I could walk as he led me to his car. His cum leaks out of me and fills my panties as we ride home, leaving me a squirming mess.

“Something wrong, doll?” he asks with a smirk in his voice.

“No. Just… my panties are sticky,” I admit.

He chuckles. “Good.”

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