Page 179 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“What! Tell them I’m shagging our landlord? Are you insane?”
I chuckled at her scandalised whisper, then lowered the blinds like it was no big deal.
“You can stand up now.”
She slowly resurfaced, then sat back down like a woman still planning her own funeral.
“Mmm. That smells nice,” she said, sniffing the air.
“What are you making?”
“Nothing special. Lamb chops and some vegetables,” I said, tossing in the herbs and giving the sauce another slow stir.
“I didn’t realise how hungry I am.”
“It won’t take long.”
I watched her over my shoulder as she shifted in my T-shirt.
My T-shirt.
No bra. No knickers. Legs still bare and thighs probably still sticky with the last load I bred into her.
She had no fucking clue what she was doing to me.
Dinner. Revision.
Then I was going to bend her over and fuck another nut into her.
Slow. Deep. Until she whimpered and begged me to stop—but she wouldn’t really want to.
She never did.
I wanted to watch it spill out of her. See it drip onto her thighs, onto my sheets, onto the fucking floor if it had to.
I wanted to fuck her so full, she leaked me for hours.
So full she’d feel it with every step she took.
Movie night? Not a chance.
She wouldn’t even make it to the front door once I was done with her.
She thought this was casual. A bit of fun.
But my come was a claim.
And tonight, I’d make damn sure her body didn’t forget it.
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I closed her book, snapping it shut with one hand.
“That’s enough advanced financial reporting for tonight.”
She looked up, shoulders sagging in relief.
“Ugh. I’m so stressed about these final exams—and I’m still working on my dissertation. Well, more like a research project, but still pretty intense,” she said, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her voice lowered. “Plus… my parents won’t approve of us.”
