Page 266 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Yeah. She was fucked all right.
“Come over here, baby,” I murmured, eyes glued to her as she walked around the bed.
Her hair was still pinned up in those carefully crafted curls. Our honeymoon was delayed thanks to her work schedule, but I didn’t care. She was mine—and now I had the documentation to prove it.
I lifted her hand, admiring the gold band nestled against her diamond ring. She stayed silent, but her gaze never left mine. Her fingers moved to my waistband, and she began to unbutton me.
“Where do you want me to fuck you again?” I asked as the zipper came down.
“I want you to fuck me in my ass,” she said, slipping her hand into my boxers.
My trousers dropped to my feet.
I let go of her hand and pressed my palm over her stomach—our child resting beneath.
“Your pussy is bred. So get used to tasting my come,” I murmured. “Things are about to get messy.”
She pushed my boxers down, freeing me, and I reached around her back to unhook her bra. The delicate straps slid down her arms as I peeled the cups away from her breasts.
“I can’t believe you’re my husband,” she said.
“You’d better believe it,” I growled. “I meant every word of those vows.”
I cupped her jaw, brushing my thumb along the edge of her lower lip.
“Open,” I murmured.
She did—soft, trusting. Her mouth parting for me like she’d been waiting all damn day.
I kissed her slowly at first. Deep and consuming. Not just to taste her, but to claim her again. She melted into it, into me, her fingers curling at my sides. I slid my tongue over hers, felt her shiver, felt the hum low in her throat.
God, this mouth. Mine now.
Her bare breasts brushed my chest, soft and warm, the peaks already tightening. I reached up and dragged my fingers through the back of her curls, tipping her head just how I wanted it. Her hands gripped my shoulders, like she was bracing herself for whatever came next.
I pulled back slightly, letting our lips drag apart with a wet sound.
“You feel that?” I asked, pressing my cock against her belly.
She nodded, breathless.
“Then kiss me like you mean it, Mrs. Voss.”
She rose to her toes and obeyed—greedy, tongue first, like she couldn’t get enough. My fingers gripped her waist, dragging her in, letting her feel every inch of what she’d done to me.
I’d make this night last.
I’d start with her mouth…
Then work my way down.
I broke the kiss with a low groan and lifted her, flipping her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.
“Stay right there,” I rasped, watching her body bounce lightly against the mattress, those full tits jiggling, begging for my mouth. “God, look at you. Spread out in my bed—my wife.”
I knelt beside the edge and dragged my palms up her thighs, parting them as I rose over her. Her nipples were already swollen and tight, waiting for me.
“You know what I thought about ever since we got married?” I murmured, cupping one warm breast in my palm. “These perfect tits. Soft. Heavy. Begging to be ruined.”
