Page 62 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, voice raw. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. My heart damn near cracked in two.
“Mine,” I whispered, as I sank deeper, inch by inch, watching her body adjust to me. “In every way.”
When I was fully seated inside her, I stilled—barely breathing—just to let her feel it—all of me.
Her breath shuddered.
Then I moved. Slow and deep, but angled just right. She let out a broken sob that sounded like heaven.
“There you go,” I groaned. “That’s my girl. Take it up your asshole for me.”
I slipped my hands around her thighs, feeling the silk of her stockings as I hooked her legs beneath my arms. Then I leaned in, wanting to look her in the eyes when she came on my dick.
My hands locked onto the bed as I started to move—faster, harder—hitting her deeper with every thrust.
I covered her body, and her hands clutched at my chest as she moaned my name.
My name. Again and again. Like a prayer.
“Baby, we need to do this for real,” I gasped, feeling her muscles flutter. “Be together. For us and for our child. I want you in my life.”
Her fingers curled up to my shoulder, nails biting into my skin as she held on.
“Yeah, I know what you needed,” I growled, remembering my promise.
I started driving into her with more weight behind each thrust. She took it, held herself open for me—every brutal thrust, every claiming movement.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” I snarled. “Tell me while I fuck this sweet ass.”
She couldn’t speak, but she nodded. Her dark eyes were glassy, wild—completely undone.
Her hole was wrecked, wide open and waiting for my load, waiting to come.
“Yes, good girl, keeping this ass open for me,” I whispered. “Ready to take my load.”
Her hips bucked beneath me, and her strangled moan was everything. But when her eyes met mine, she came—bucking, squirting, and cryingMYname.
Her ass rippled around me while her pussy soaked me.
I lost it.
Thrust after thrust into her clenching hole, always looking at her. My balls became taut, and I roared her name. I came so damn hard that my legs almost gave out on me. I felt every twitch, every spurt, and she took it. She took it all—every last drop.
I lowered myself onto her, releasing her legs while keeping my weight on my arms. She sighed my name.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Two tiny words of gratitude that ripped my heart open.
This was my Juliette.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I murmured before capturing her lips.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me back.
Forceful, soft and loving.
