Page 6 of Bred
All scolding thoughts and reprimands flew out of my mind as I took in her body arched over the granite. Not only was it beautiful, even hidden away in soft layers of cotton…but as I watched her succeed in stealing her bite and popping it into her mouth, I realized for the first time what she was wearing.
They were my clothes. My favorite college football team tee hugged her torso and breasts, and an oversized pair of joggers encased those long legs, which had been torturing me since I first saw her in my living room.
Of course, they were both far too large for her, but the impact was still enough to take my breath away in an instant.
A pounding started in my chest, forcing the blood to run hot through my body as I fisted my hands at my sides. Instead of assuming my position across the island, I moved across to stand behind her barstool. She was surprised, glancing at me over her shoulder as she slowly removed her finger from her mouth. Wren flushed a pretty pink as she stared up at me. Earlier today, she’d been in heels, but now, with her sitting and me leaning over, I was vividly aware of how delicate my wife’s face was. How much larger I was than her.
My cock twitched, obsessed with the idea of whether or not she’d look the same staring up at me from another position.
“I’m sorry,” Wren said, her voice quiet once again. “I just wanted a taste.”
Same, my brain screamed, my eyes drawn to where a tiny bit of whipped cream still rested at the edge of her lips. It taunted me. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again. My cock was steel in my pants, pressing against the zipper as I breathed in, tasting her perfume on my tongue.
“You’re pushing me,” I finally said, my eyes still fast on her lips. My chest was rising and falling too quickly for her to not notice. “Princess, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Her blue eyes went dark, and for a moment she shrank away from me. But then that stubborn chin rose once again, making me crave her all the same. A growl rolled in my chest.
“You won’t hurt me, Loren,” she said, her voice wavering only a bit. “You’re a good man.”
I could feel the curl of my lips as I moved even closer, pressing my body against her legs until she was forced to part them slightly. With careful precision, I stepped there, a hand drifting over her face, the tips of my fingers lingering over her cheekbones as I watched her pupils go wide and dark.
“We’ll see how you feel about me, princess, once I have you on your back.”
“But you said—”
Her words were cut off as I finally snapped my leash and dropped my hand to her neck, holding her in place as I captured her lips with mine. I groaned at the sweetness of her mouth, the taste of her tongue as I forced myself into her mouth. I waited for her hands, for the pushes away as I expected them. But instead, her mouth parted with a sigh, and she sank into my punishment.
Remaking my actions with her response.
Remaking me with her response.
I tightened my hold on her neck, feeling the rumble of her moan under my palm.
Fuck me, this girl had to be perfect. How the hell was I going to stay away from her?
Wren
My whole life I’d been handled with great care, as if I might break at any moment. I’d been tucked away, safe and sound, unable to experience any of the usual things that most girls my age had.
Maybe that’s why when Loren tightened his grip on my throat, there was a resounding throb in between my legs that meant only one thing.
I wanted him to manhandle me. I wanted to be held, pushed, pulled. Just enough to understand that I was really here, that I was a living, breathing creature who wanted to feel something.
And what I wanted most was to feel him. More of him, that is. With me perched at the edge of my chair, with his hands holding me in place, I was unable to plaster myself to him like I wished. The thought made me groan again, this time accompanied by my fingers slipping around his waist until I could knit my fingers in the back of his dress shirt.
Bright, nearly painful arousal hit me as he arched forward at my touch, what I knew had to be his cock brushing against my belly, and I was suddenly wild to touch more of him.
But he was stepping away. His hold on my neck not lessening but now redirecting.
“You will regret this.”
“I regret nothing.”
He gave me an incredulous look. “Do you even know what you’re saying, princess? You’re twenty-two. You cannot possibly know the implications of tying yourself to me.”
CHAPTER FOUR
WREN
