Page 112 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
More, give her more. The devilish voice goaded me.
I circled my hips while pinning her down, forcing her to feel every inch of my cock inside her. Her chest rose in sharp, shallow bursts, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. I held my position when she suddenly clenched around me.
“Yeah, it's right there, isn't it? Is that where you need it, my little fucktoy?” I growled, fucking into her.
She didn't need to answer. I felt her soak my dick. My thighs moved against hers as I started to piston in and out of her, throwing my hips downward. It was wet, messy and loud. It was fucking everything I could have dreamed about and more.
Her pliant hole took every inch of me, from tip to base.
“Laurent,” she gasped, eyes wide and pupils blown. The sound of my name on her lips nearly caused me to nut.
“Come for me, take my seed,” I grunted, feeling my control slip away from me.
The bed frame creaked, and the mattress dipped beneath us as I pounded into her. She wailed, body jerking as her cunt convulsed around my cock. I cursed and roared before thrusting deep inside her, allowing her to milk my come out.
My grunts softened with each spurt. I felt each and every one filling her up until I realised that it would never be enough withLucia. She pulled me close, and I rested my forehead on hers, our hot breath mingling together just like our bodies.
I held her pinned down, part of me needed my come to remain inside her, but the other part? I needed to be close to her.
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“No,” I murmured when she tried to move, and I tightened my grip on her ass.
I’d shifted us so we lay on our side, but I wanted to keep my dick planted inside her.
“You're a freak,” she sighed.
“You can call me whatever you want. It changes nothing between us,” I said, stroking her damp curls.
She said nothing, just traced her fingertips along my chest, and I rested my chin on her head.
Chapter 16
Lucia
His attitude didn't change for the remaining two days. As soon as the plane was in the air he dragged me into the bathroom, turning me to face the mirror as he lifted my skirt up. His eyes met mine as he reached for my jacket, unbuttoning it before he worked on the buttons of my blouse. His hard length, rocking against my ass.
“Ever been fucked on a plane, Lucia?” he rumbled, voice like gravel and heat.
I shook my head as his fingers found my stomach. I couldn’t look away from him in the mirror, from the way he filled the space behind me.
He yanked the fabric from my skirt and tore my blouse open.
“Look at you,” he said, low and rough. “Stunning.”
For a heartbeat, I almost believed him. The mirror caught a stranger—eyes wide, breath uneven—and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to hide or to see what he saw.
The mirror caught a version of me I didn’t recognise—flushed, trembling, and alive with need.
His fingers curled around my breasts before peeling the lace down.
“Look at these sweet buds,” he drawled, rolling my nipples between his fingers until my breathing turned ragged and uneven.
I pressed my ass cheeks back to meet his hips, and he chuckled.
“That’s it, my greedy little slut, show me what you need,” he said, roughly palming my breasts until they pressed together.
I reached back, clutching his jacket to pull him closer.
