Page 244 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Silas. Ooh,” she moaned.
After a few minutes of stretching, I pulled out and grazed my fingers over her pussy. Dripping wet.
I reached for the plug and coated it with a thick layer of lube. She knew what was coming and took a deep breath. She swallowed it all up. Even the widest part slipped in easier.
My girl’s virgin hole was ripe and ready.
Eris would witness me pop her daughter’s anal cherry.
But first I needed to own Everly’s womb.
“I rubbed her back, lifting her T-shirt.
‘Are you ready for your next load, Everly?’ I asked, my voice low and deep.
‘Yes, please,’ she said so politely, I couldn’t help but laugh.”
“A little ass play and you’re already dripping all over my trousers,” I murmured, pulling her upright. “Take your clothes off.”
I stood and began unbuttoning my shirt, watching her rub her thighs together as she tugged her T-shirt over her head and reached behind her for her bra.
Her breasts swayed—those same breasts that would soon grow heavy with milk.
My cock twitched against my trousers at the thought.
“Go stand by the balcony window. Legs spread. Hands on the glass.”
She glanced toward the double doors.
“But someone might see me,” she said, her brow furrowing.
“I highly doubt it. There are only a few houses out back.”
When she still didn’t move, I calmly shrugged out of my shirt.
“I want people to see how much you love being my nasty little toy.”
Her brow smoothed. Her back straightened. But it was those dark brown eyes that gave her away—lit the fuck up like Christmas.
Huh. She liked the idea of being watched.
Everly was the gift that just kept on giving.
My eyes followed her as I worked open my waistband, making quick work of shedding my trousers.
Her hands were planted on the glass, legs spread wide, and her arse curved out in silent invitation.
“You’re my perfect little toy, Everly. I will never betray you. Do you understand?” I said, closing the space between us.
She looked over her shoulder, and for a moment, she looked vulnerable—but she nodded.
“You’ll carry our child,” I murmured, planting my palm over her belly. “And I’ll worship you every single day.”
“Doesn’t Voss Industries come first?”
“It did—before you,” I said honestly.
I lifted her hair, pushing it over her shoulder, and kissed along the curve of her neck. She sighed, so I kept going—along her shoulder, then her mouth, tracing my tongue over her lower lip as I slipped my cock between her thighs.
