Page 190 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Careful,” I warned, brushing her hair back. “If you get greedy, I’ll give you all of it. Don’t get vexed if you can’t handle it.”
She tilted her head, those wicked eyes gleaming. “Promise?”
Fucking menace.
I stripped faster than I could ever remember.
She unbuttoned her shirtdress and let it fall to the floor. White lace. Delicate, almost innocent. It was perfect. She was perfect.
I widened my stance, letting her lift me to her lips.
“Tap three times if it becomes too much,” I murmured, parting her hair and twisting it into my fists.
Her eyes widened—she understood. There’d be no escape. She was about to be owned. She took her glasses off and set them on the floor beside her.
“Open wide,” I taunted.
“Oh, it is on, Mister,” she said before glancing at my cock. “Well, maybe some of it is on.”
Her hand curled around my base, guiding the tip into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around the head, lapping up my mess. She licked and sucked, pumping her hand up and down, earning more of my precum.
“Good girl. Suck that cock down, baby,” I groaned when she opened wider to take more of me.
Her lips spread as she began to move her head, sliding them over the entire head. She used both hands, and I could see her mouth strain as she took more. I loved the way it bulged. My dick jerked in her hand. The sight alone was enough for me to release more precum into her.
But we’d been working on stretching her arsehole, and that's where my come would go this evening.
I tugged her hair, and she paused to look at me. Then, using my grip, I began to push deeper in small increments. I felt her swallow and didn't stop until fat tears fell and rolled down her cheeks. Her hands moved rapidly, twisting and massaging me as they worked my length. When the slick heat of her saliva coated me, I pressed forward again. I felt her flesh stretch, her lips thinned, and her throat tightened with every gagging breath, but she still didn’t tap out.
I gently placed my fingers on the base of her skull and began to fuck her pretty little mouth. The base of my dick was thicker and impossible to take, but it was impressive that she got some of me in her throat. The more she gagged, the more flushed her cheeks became.
“Yeah, baby. Your mouth feels so good. Soak that dick because it’s going inside your asshole next,” I said, rocking my hips in a slow rhythm.
Her eyes widened, but it was the heat that followed—unfiltered, raw and dripping with need—that shattered what was left of my control. I pulled back and watched her gasp for breath, her chest rising and falling with desperate rhythm. Her lips were raw, spit-slick, still parted from where I’d buried myself in her throat.
I didn’t wait. I dragged my cock over her mouth, smearing our mess across her lips and cheeks, rubbing it in like war paint. She blinked up at me with those glassy eyes, and fuck if it didn’t make me harder.
“Bra off and kneel on the bed. Face the window so you have a nice view.”
She shook her head, breathless but still smiling. “You’re something else.”
Damn right I was. A sick, twisted fuck who couldn’t stop obsessing over her.
And she loved it.
I tracked every motion with sick, obsessive hunger—every wipe of her face, every inch of creamy skin revealed as she unhooked her bra and let it fall. The delicate lace dropped to the floor like an afterthought. Then she climbed onto the bed, graceful and sensual, her curves on full display, spine arched, knees sinking into the mattress.
I drank her in like a starving man. The slope of her back, the bounce of her tits as she adjusted her weight, the soft stretch of her arms as she braced herself against the headboard. She moved like she knew she was worshipped, like her body existed solely to drive me insane.
I’d never brought a woman here before. Never let anyone touch this space. But watching her kneel on my bed, backlit by the lateafternoon sun, purple hair wild and skin flushed from my mouth and cock, I knew I’d made the right choice.
This wasn’t a fling.
She was it.
My future, on her knees. Just the way I liked it.
“We’ll go slow, baby,” I murmured, dropping the half-litre bottle of lube onto the mattress with a dull thud.
