Page 238 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“How about we show her?” I murmured, crawling over her.
She slid her foot on my chest.
“Hm. Tell me more, Mr Voss,” she said as I caught her ankle and placed it over my shoulder.
“How do you feel about her walking in on us? You on your hands and knees,” I said, reaching for her breasts. “With these beauties swinging freely.”
Her chest rose and fell faster, lips parted.
“Show her what a good toy looks like, being bred. Or…” I said, trailing off, as I turned my head to kiss her ankle. “Show her how well you take my cock in your tight little arse.”
Her eyes widened, and my filthy little toy slid her hand between her legs. I caught her wrist mid-motion. That’s when I saw it—her defiance.
I smiled.
“Do you think you’re in control?”
She shook her head.
I pushed her leg down and flipped her onto her stomach. She squealed, laughing.
“You are!” she shouted between giggles.
Her laughter filled the room—wild, unfiltered, like she knew exactly what surrendering to me would bring.
Grinning, I tugged off my boxers and knelt over the backs of her thighs, running my hands along the curve of her spine.
She looked over her shoulder with a grin, but when I let her feel my cock nestle between her cheeks, she groaned—trying to push back against me.
Too bad she was pinned beneath my weight, unable to tease.
“You’ll take every load exactly how I want you to,” I murmured, rocking against her. “Open and swallow, Everly.”
There was no need to check her—she was glistening, dripping, and ready.
My little toy was learning fast.
Training was going exceptionally well.
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“Are you sure you want to see this?” I asked as she snuggled closer to look at my laptop screen.
“Won’t it just be like watching a bad porno?”
“Okay.” I shrugged and hit play.
Steven Bailey appeared from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Eris was lying on the bed—naked. I glanced at Everly, but she was focused on the screen, lips pursed.
Was it strange that we were both naked in bed while spying on Eris? Hell, yes.
“Did you call your husband?” Steven asked.
“No need,” Eris replied, her tinkling laughter floating through the speakers.
“I know. Pathetic, right?” he sneered. “As soon as I get through to Ashley, all she does is moan. When are you coming back? Or the guilt trip of missing some stupid school play.”
Everly’s grip on my arm tightened.
