Page 200 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“…I wanted to make you snap.”
I let out a quiet, deadly laugh.
“There’s my little brat.”
My mouth dropped to her spine, biting. Licking. Worshipping. Her tiny crop top didn't hide anything.
“You stretched your tight little ass in the living room like bait. You think I wouldn’t bite?”
I shoved my finger in deeper, groaning as she tightened around me.
“Now you’re going to get your reward, baby. A long, brutal lesson on what happens when you use yoga as foreplay.”
I reared back, peeled her leggings down to her knees and stared.
“Don’t move,” I said, pushing off her lower back as I rose. My palm lingered—possessive, a warning—before I stepped away.
She whimpered.
Good girl.
I grabbed the bottle from the coffee table, the same one she’d teased me about hauling in bulk. I released the pump, shook it once, and returned to her like a man preparing for a ritual. Because that’s exactly what this was.
“You stayed in position,” I murmured, kneeling behind her again. “So obedient… after being such a manipulative little whore on the mat.”
She turned her head slightly. “Whore’s a bit much.”
I pressed the pump until a thick stream between her cheeks, watching it glisten as it pooled and dripped.
“You wore fuck-me leggings and did ass-up stretches directly in my eyeline,” I said, coating my fingers before massaging it in. “Baby, you might as well have written ‘fuck me’ across your back in marker pen.”
She squealed and buried her face in the mat.
I leaned in, fingers pressing deep, slow. “Now breathe for me. You’re getting fucked like the deviant little yoga slut you are.”
Her thighs trembled. Her asshole tightened around my fingers, trying to resist—but it was pointless. She was already mine. I smirked when she exhaled shakily, her body relaxing with a moan.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she raised that ass for the sun gods. And now I was the one answering.
I reached for the bottle again and pumped more lube—directly above her tight little hole—letting it drip down in thick, glossy streams. It slid along the seam, glistening like she’d been anointed.
Then I rubbed it in, slowly. Thoroughly.
I wanted her so wet, so open, she’d feel me after.
And not just between her thighs.
In her fucking soul.
My fingers pumped in and out of her ass, slick now, gliding easier with every motion. I added a final squirt—too much—and let it run down again, deliberately.
Then I held her open.
Both hands on her cheeks, thumbs spreading her until I could see every twitch, every contraction.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered when the lube began to disappear inside her, sucked into her like her body was hungry for it.
Her pussy was flushed and drenched, the scent of her arousal rising thick and heady between us.
