Page 17 of Bred
I’d done it.
I was married, and I was keeping her.
Biting back a moan, I pulled back ever so slightly then nudged forward back inside her. It’s nearly painful to be out of her now, the air biting at my cock as I thrust back. I never wanted to leave her. Maybe I wouldn’t have to.
But now I had another job to do.
This woman needed my seed deep in her belly. And plenty of it. I circled her clit again and was rewarded with a throbbing clench around my cock.
“Such a good girl.” I circled it again, my eyes staring at the way we look in the mirror. And I know she was too, her gaze glued to the image of me arching over her, my cock stuffed inside her, my heavy balls hanging below, ready to make her a mother.
“Loren, I need…”
“You need to come, princess. Do you think you can do that for me?” I’d meant that as half tasing, half serious, but I could see her face brighten as the challenge.
“I want to.”
“Good.” I rubbed her clit harder, grinding my cock against her ass as I felt her go stiff against me once more. “Come for me, wife. It’s almost time for me to fill you up.”
That did it. Wren’s knees buckled as her pussy throbbed madly around me, fluttering and teasing my cock as if begging for my seed.
Soon, I thought to myself as I weathered the nearly painful pleasure of feeling her come around me. As soon as her muscles slowly released me, I retreated, slipping my still-hard cock from her pussy as I turned her.
Her beautiful face was surprised, and I leaned down to sweep one hand behind her knees and catch her up in my arms, bridal style. She didn’t protest, didn’t even make a noise, just burrowed her nose into my shoulder and sighed as I walked us across the room to the bed.
My cock was demanding release, but I pushed it aside, carefully setting her down across the silk sheets of my bed. Our bed.
“Loren, I don’t understand,” Wren’s innocence was showing again as she watched me with wide eyes as I moved around to the other side of the bed. She was watching my cock of course. And I didn’t bother pretending that it didn’t make me fucking thrilled she looked at me like that. Even freshly fucked, she was clearly eager and her eyes hungry on me.
This woman was going to suit me just fine.
Wren
Well shit. If I thought I had any kind of power in this dynamic, that thought had just been thoroughly—and I mean thoroughly—fucked out of my system.
Loren was…everything. He’d made me come standing in front of a mirror with that thick, beast of a cock deep inside me. And while I’d savored every moment of his hands on me tonight, his tongue circling me last night, there was nothing that compared to the moment I’d looked up, his cock pushing deep inside me, and caught him looking at me too. The word “mine” on his lips.
I was ruined, but in the best way I could’ve imagined. Adding to the varying number of questions I had about my new husband was the fact that even when I’d come, he held back, his fingers tight enough to leave a bruise on my hips, but still…no orgasm for him.
And now that he’d deposited me on the bed, his cock still long and weeping, I had one terrifying, shocking thought. Was he planning on withholding his semen from me? Was this a long-game situation forcing a divorce? Because if so…my thoughts trailed off as fear choked me, and I let out a whimper.
I stared down at my legs as the beg dipped and Loren joined me on it. His hands were urgent, deliberate, as he tilted my face back up to his. I hated the tears that he could now see, on display from the panic that swirled in my gut.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice was low and anguished and enough to stem off the panic for a moment.
“What?”
“You’re crying. I hurt you.” His hands were urging me back now, curling around me until I was pressed up against a broad, muscled torso. He slid one of my legs over his until we were completely entangled. His cock had softened at my tears but was still hot and heavy against my hipbone.
I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. Because I couldn’t let this happen. Not when I’d hoped he might really be the one. Not when I wanted him to be. “You didn’t hurt me, Loren.”
His hands, which had been petting down my back, stopped. “But the tears?”
“I thought…” I trailed off, rethinking the whole night. Had I missed something? “I thought you were going to withhold…your…self.” I cringed inwardly at the awkward way I had to address the fact that I thought he was trying to avoid getting me pregnant.
“You thought what?”
“That you didn’t want me to get pregnant. That it would be a way out.”
