Page 247 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
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I paced the bedroom floor, ignoring the plug—though every movement reminded me it was there, stretching me open. It didn’t help my nerves.
Silas sat in the armchair, watching me like I was a show put on just for him. Calm. Unbothered.
She was on her way. Lawrence had picked her up from the airport and was delivering her home, straight into the fire we’d built.
I wasn’t a child anymore. She couldn’t bully me. But still—
Old insecurities had a habit of clawing their way back up.
“Come over here.”
My head snapped up.
“If you need something to do,” he drawled, slipping off his robe, “get on your knees and worship my cock.”
I glanced at the time. It might work.
I slipped off my robe and tossed it onto the bed, then lowered myself to my knees in front of him.
This was exactly what I needed—a distraction.
I ran my palms over his thighs, tracing the fine hair over firm muscle. The clean scent of him pulled me closer. I leaned in, tongue out, turning my head to reach his low-hanging balls. I circled one slowly, then pressed a kiss to it.
That was all it took—he began to thicken in front of me, heavy and rising.
“My little toy knows how to worship,” he murmured, fingers curling beneath my jaw. His thumb stroked my cheek, slow and approving. “I hope you remember how to swallow.”
I kept my eyes on him as I swallowed one of his balls, suckling gently. He hissed, his grip on my jaw tightening. I flicked my tongue around him before shifting to the other, giving it the same attention.
“My god, Everly. You don’t have a clue what you make me want to do to you,” he muttered.
Oh, I did. And that was the point. I wanted to watch him fracture. To make him lose control.
I gripped his length, let his ball slip from my mouth, and slowly traced my tongue from the base to the tip. He was already slick. I wanted to taste every inch of him—every bump, groove, and vein.
When I began to worship his cock, his hand slipped from my face, and his head fell back. He groaned, eyes to the ceiling, breathing my name.
Everly—not Eris.
I wrapped my lips around the hot, swollen head.
He’d earned it.
“Yes,” he hissed, gripping my head. “My perfect little cock-sucker. Swallow.”
I relaxed my throat, knowing I’d pushed him too far. He pulled me down as he thrust up. One gag—and I forced myself to breathe through my nose as he sank deep inside.
Saliva dripped down my chin as I held my jaw open for him, taking everything he gave me. Loving every second of his loss of control. He didn’t disappoint. He moved me up and down his length with purpose.
Even as he fucked my mouth, I thought of her—
The moment she’d see me with Silas.
I slipped my hand between my legs.
The anal plug reminded me of how he’d take me—while she watched.
