Page 239 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Don’t worry. When the time is right, Ashley will know exactly what her husband thinks of his family,” I vowed.
“Good.”
Eris crawled off the bed like the bitch she was and yanked Steven’s towel off. She lifted his half-erect cock and slipped it into her mouth.
“Ew,” Everly groaned.
“I thought you said it’d be like a porn flick?”
“Yeah. I changed my mind.” She grimaced, then frowned. “I don’t get it. His dick isn’t even all that.”
“Why are you focusing on his dick?” I growled.
“Because it’s in my mother’s mouth,” she shot back.
Fair enough. She had a point.
But I didn’t have to like it.
I slapped the laptop shut.
The only dick she needed to focus on was mine.
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By dinner time, six loads had been poured into Everly. I was sure that was a record for me. Every time I swore it would be the last, she’d look at me with those big eyes or drag a teasing fingertip over my skin—and I’d fold.
We planned and plotted between rounds. I encouraged her to use my card, but getting her to actually spend my money was like pulling teeth… until I spanked her. After that, she had no trouble trying to empty my account.
All of Eris’s things were already in storage, so we moved Everly into her new bedroom.
I watched her closely for regret, hesitation, shame—anything. There was nothing. Eris had abandoned her daughter long before today, so Everly returning the favour made perfect sense.
When Connie came into the dining room to serve dinner, she was smiling. Wide. Genuine. She’d never hidden her dislike for Eris, and her approval only confirmed what I already knew—Everly was the right choice.
Everly ate with gusto, wiping her plate clean with the last of her bread. She rubbed her stomach with a satisfied sigh.
“That was so good.”
“You’ll be eating for two soon,” I said with a smirk, sliding my hand along her thigh. “How’s your first day as my little fucktoy?”
“How’s your first day being mine?” she shot back, leaning over to cup me.
I growled and started to rise, but Connie walked in with dessert.
Under the cover of the tablecloth, Everly curled her fingers around me—slow, deliberate, wicked.
She chatted to Connie like nothing was happening.
Meanwhile, she kneaded me until I was hard.
Again.
I glanced at the decadent chocolate mousse, topped with a raspberry coulis.
“Don’t disturb us, Connie,” I drawled as she turned to leave.
“Thanks for the warning,” she chuckled, closing the door behind her.
