Page 191 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Her gaze dropped to the bottle. “Is all that… necessary?”
“I plan to take my time,” I said, settling behind her, palms already gliding over the swell of her ass. “If I’m going to stretch your tight little asshole until it stops fighting me, I want it done right.”
“You almost took my entire hand only two days ago,” I reminded her.
“Hmm,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “Yet you didn’t need a family-sized bottle of lube then.”
“But I’m a family man now.”
That earned me an eye roll, but I didn’t mind—since I was about to ruin her ass.
I pried the gusset away from her pussy. The material was drenched through.
“Baby, your pussy is telling me a different story.”
“I have issues, okay!”
I smothered my grin, dragging the soaked fabric to the side and thumbing over her slippery lips.
“You sure it’s not just me? Because your cunt seems pretty damn obsessed.”
She whined, face down in the pillow, as I leaned over and whispered against her ear, “Lucky for you, I know how much you want me to fuck this virgin ass.”
“Alistair,” she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.
“Hush, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck as my hand drifted down to rest over her lower belly—where our child rested. “I’ll give you what you need. Always.”
She didn’t know I had the ring. Didn’t know that once she took all of me—every goddamn inch—that was it. Lessons over.
It was graduation day.
I leaned back and dragged her underwear down over her plump arse cheeks, letting it bunch at her knees. Swollen, wet and stunning as always.
My pulse thundered in my chest, each beat sharp enough to feel. I took a deep, slow breath, trying to keep control.
“You’re going to come with my dick buried in your ass, Callie. This is your final exam.”
I trailed a finger along her soaked seam, then licked it clean—slow and deliberate—smacking my lips just to watch her shiver.
“Fucking delicious.”
I reached for the lube, ready to pump and stretch her dark little hole. It always stretched for me, and she always relaxed. I aimed and pumped the thick, clear liquid out, pausing to rub before repeating the process. This brand was the best—thick, slick, and long-lasting. Which was why I’d bought two litres of it while it was on offer.
Callie’s thrifty ways were clearly catching.
I teased the rim with my fingers, easing her open, watching in awe as she took two lubed fingers. Her breathy pants and theway she held still for me made me kiss the soft curve of her cheek. I pumped more lube and spread my fingers, it wouldn't take long to weaken her tight ring.
“Good girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me, baby,” I crooned, pulling my fingers back and forth before scissoring them again.
She moaned, pulling her glasses off and burying her face in the pillow.
Her ass clenched tight, then loosened again around my fingers. I took my time, easing her open, working more lube inside her with each slow press. She was mine—and her health came before anything else.
I took my time, working her open until all four fingers were buried inside her and her muscles were completely defeated. Her body welcomed the stretch, sucking me in with each slow push. She was so fucking ready for this—her thighs slick, her cunt dripping, her moans choked by the pillow she’d stuffed her face into.
“Alistair,” she whispered, quiet and breathless. The way she said my name… it wasn’t just pleasure—it was trust.
She started to push back, eager for more, hips rolling in tiny movements like she couldn’t help herself. I pressed my free hand to the small of her back, holding her still so she’d know this was mine to give. Not hers to take.
