Page 67 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“That’s it, suck my cock like a good girl,” I growled, easing my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. “Taste me. Swallow me down that throat.”
My hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate.
“You’ll take it all.”
I gripped the bedding and kept my fingers buried deep inside her as her lips grazed every inch of me, taking me down until I hit the back of her throat.
“Open up, sweetheart,” I murmured, rolling my hips and nudging deeper. “You’ve still got plenty more to take.”
She gagged around me, and I chuckled darkly. “There she is.”
I pulled my fingers out of her, wiping them along her inner thigh.
The shameless hussy tried to trap my hand between her legs—again.
I yanked it free and stood up.
“No,” I growled. “I want to see that throat swallow me down. I want to watch this swell up.”
My palm curled around her neck, not squeezing—just claiming.
“Relax.”
As soon as her jaw eased open and her throat gave, I slid inside.
“This is what you asked for in that filthy text, remember? And now I’m here to deliver,” I said, sinking deeper. “Bad girl. Making my dick hard while I’m at work.”
She squirmed, rolling her hips, thighs rubbing together in restless need.
I gripped her waist and thrust in deep, groaning as her throat tightened around me.
“Yeah, baby… just like that. Swallow me down.”
When I pulled back, strands of spit clung to my shaft—slick and obscene.
I didn’t let her catch her breath. I drove in again, harder this time, watching her take me like she was made for it.
No more waiting.
I held her jaw open and kept pushing until my balls rested right against her nose.
Her hands tugged at my pants, not to push me away but to hold me closer. Her throat convulsed as she continued to hold my length inside her.
I pulled back, and she gasped for air, face filthy and wet from us.
“Get ready,” I said before snapping my hips forward.
Wet gurgling sounds filled her bedroom as I fucked her throat, deep and hard.
Her breasts bounced with each deep thrust, those dark nipples hard as pebbles. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She was fucking perfect.
Her throat bulged around me, curved and stretched tight. I groaned and pressed my hand to her neck, feeling the shape of my cock deep inside her.
“Baby, get ready. I’m gonna come,” I rasped.
She moaned, and the vibrations dragged me deeper under her spell.
I gripped the back of her skull and gave her everything—every inch, every snap of my hips, every slap of my balls against her face. She took it all.
