Page 248 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
His balls slapped against my chin, and I blinked. Then my nose pressed into the soft hair at his base. He held me there as I swallowed.
A vibrating sound made him curse, and he pulled away. I gasped for air and watched as he picked up his phone.
“Showtime, baby. ETA is ten minutes,” he said, moving closer and holding out his hand.
This was it.
I blinked through my tears and wiped my chin.
“Let’s do this,” I croaked, my throat wrecked by his dicking.
“Good girl. I won’t ever let her harm you, Everly. I’m sorry I didn’t see what she was doing to you,” he said softly, taking my hand and pulling me up.
“You didn’t owe me anything, Silas,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat as my eyes welled with tears.
If my own mother didn't care about me, how did I expect her husband to? It just felt good to be acknowledged.
He stared at me for a long moment before wrapping his arms around me, hugging me so tightly it knocked the air from my lungs.
“I got you, babe. I’m never letting you go,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Even if you want to leave me—you can’t.”
I laughed through my tears and slapped his arm.
“Now let’s fuck you up,” he said gleefully.
And just like that, something inside me blossomed—soothing away a piece of my pain.
While Silas grabbed the lubricant, I checked my reflection in the mirror and fixed my hair. The last time I saw Eris was two years ago. I wasn’t that weak girl anymore.
“On the bed. Face the door, Everly,” he commanded, voice sharp.
“Yes, sir,” I muttered with a salute, catching sight of the towel he’d laid out.
How messy was this going to get?
I crawled onto the bed and knelt on the towel, facing the door. His hands—warm and heavy—rested on my ass.
“Remember to relax and breathe, just like we practised with the plug,” he murmured.
I nodded, but my body betrayed me—I automatically clenched around the plug when he started to tug. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. It was harder than I expected, the tension buzzing beneath my skin.
The pressure didn’t stop. He kept pulling.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and I heard the cap flick open on the lube.
The towel felt rough beneath my hands and knees, but I gripped the white cotton and kept breathing deep.
Then I felt him.
The wet, swollen tip of him—
Wider than the plug. Wider than his fingers.
His hand settled on my hip as he pressed forward, slow and steady.
I softened for him—only him—Silas.
I hissed as he stretched me open.
