Page 44 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I dragged my fingers through her slick folds, collecting the warm mess that spilled from her. She moaned softly, need thick in her voice.
One look at her eyes told me everything—
She needed more.
“My messy girl,” I said, wiping my come along the length of my cock before using the tip to scoop up every last trace of it.
Her pussy looked stunning—swollen, glistening, coated in our mess.
“Clean this up,” I murmured.
“Yes, Officer Kade,” she replied, her voice low as she sat up and slipped off her bra.
Then, with deliberate grace, she slid off the edge of the bed and knelt before me.
She knelt before me like a damn vision—bare, flushed, and mine. Her dark eyes lifted, locking onto mine with such focus I forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t rush.
She leaned in slowly, her mouth barely grazing the underside of my cock before her tongue darted out, hot and soft, licking the very tip clean. Her gaze never left mine. It was deliberate—taunting, and reverent.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, fisting my hands at my sides.
She moved lower, her tongue sliding along the thick vein underneath, licking up every trace of our mess. Her lips brushed the base before she tilted her head and took one of my balls into her mouth.
My knees almost buckled.
I grabbed the edge of the nightstand to steady myself, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Her mouth was worshipping me. Her tongue teased, swirled, licked slow and lazy as if she had all the time in the world. As if she liked the power she held—on her knees, in control.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I rasped, voice hoarse.
She smiled around me, like the smug little witch she was.
Every warm flick of her tongue, every slow suck, pushed me closer to madness. I was rock hard again—straining, aching—and still, she took her time, licking up the length of my cock like she was savouring dessert.
“You like the taste of me, sweetheart?” I managed to grit out.
She hummed her answer, a soft, wicked sound that vibrated all the way up my spine. Her lips closed over the head again, and she sucked—slow, sweet, dragging her mouth off with a pop that made my vision blur.
I was mesmerised.
Owned.
Bewitched.
She licked her lips when she was done, looking pleased with herself—flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten mouth, eyes still burning into mine.
“You done?” I asked, voice rough.
Her mouth curved into a slow, sinful smile.
“Yes, Officer.”
“Good. Why don’t you crawl on that bed and get on your hands and knees?”
She obeyed with an elegance that made my blood burn—soft limbs moving across the sheets, curls spilling over her shoulders, that perfect ass arching up like she knew what it did to me.
My girl was built to be bred.
