Page 146 of Bred
“God can’t give you what you need, baby girl,” Lucas grunts. “But I sure as hell can.”
I think I say something in response, but I can’t be sure. I’m helpless but to hold on for the ride as he controls my body and handles my weight like it’s nothing.
It’s the position I always saw in porn, but never thought I would do in real life. I’m not fat by any means, but I’m also not thin. Yet, Lucas handles my one-hundred-and-fifty-pound body like it’s nothing. His knees braced wide, his arm muscles rippling with a show of brute strength as he tosses me up and down on his cock. My lips slant over his in a messy, hot kiss as our bodies slam together. Our moans and groans mingling together to make the perfect symphony of our lovemaking. His temples gleam with sweat, his eyes squeezed tight as he growls and groans with the pleasure that’s painted on his face.
It makes me feel so womanly and powerful to know I’m making him feel that way.
“Fill me up,” I plead. My heavy-lidded eyes meet his, heady with lust. “Make my pussy drip with your cum, baby. I want to stay full of you.”
“Fuck, Brinley,” Lucas grunts, his gaze feral. It’s intoxicating, the knowledge that I can make him lose control all because I asked him to come inside me.
“Please, Lucas. Please come inside me.”
The sound that escapes him is purely animalistic. A deeply primal noise that promises dominance and so much more.
My lower back meets the bar top with enough force that it makes me wince, but the pain is quickly chased away by heat when Lucas grips my throat, holding me down while he fucks me.
“You going to take my cum like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I rasp, nodding as much as I could against the grip he had around my neck. “Please!”
“Yeah, you will. ’Cause your pussy is hungry for your man’s cum, isn’t it? So fucking sweet, and so fuckingmine.”
He bends over me, taking my lips with a hard kiss. I feel him swell inside me, then his entire body shudders as he comes. I feel him coat my walls, feel the way he swells and jerks inside me.
He keeps fucking me even as he’s coming, rasping in my ear on how he wants to flood me. How he wants to keep fucking and coming in me until I feel as if I’m drowning.
And he does.
By the time we’re done, I’ve lost count of how many times he’s filled me with his cum. I feel deliciously full of him even without his cock in me. We’re both sated and slick with sweat as we lay sprawled on the floor by the bar.
“Spread your legs, baby girl.”
I moan pitifully, my inner thigh muscles shaking as I comply.
Lucas stares down at my sore and swollen flesh with reverence. I whimper when he gently spreads me open and uses his thumb to push some of the leaking cum back inside me. There’s so much, my thighs are sticky with it, and I can feel some pooled on the floor beneath me.
“I want you to wear me on you,” he says, bringing his wet thumb to my belly and rubbing the remnants of his cum into my skin.“I want you to fall asleep knowing that you’re my beautiful little cum dump. Then, tomorrow when you wake up, I’ll let you shower. But only after I give you more down your pretty throat.”
I shudder, his filthy words filling me with a potent blend of shame and lust.
It’s with great effort that we finally manage to stand and get dressed.
Lucas helps me wipe down the bar that I’ll never be able to look at the same way again and clean the floor before we head out.
He waits as I lock the door and set the alarm, then he wraps his arm snugly around my shoulders as we walk toward the parking lot.
“Do you want to come back to my place?”
I open my mouth to respond, but a yawn breaks through instead. It’s nearing three in the morning, and between working and having uncontrollable sex, I’m dead on my feet. He watches me in amusement.
“I do, but I’m beat,” I tell him apologetically.
“It’s okay, baby. I understand.” He tucks a flyway strand behind my ear. I can only imagine what kind of rat’s nest I’m sporting. “I’ll follow you to your place to make sure you get there safely.”
My heart melts at the sweet gesture. “You don’t have to do that.”
His blue eyes glint with amusement. “I know I don’thaveto, but I’m going to.”
