Page 7 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Her pussy was incredibly tight, and I decided that the deed was done, so why not enjoy it? I pushed myself in deeper until she gripped me.
“You're pushing it in deeper. What is wrong with you?” she screamed.
Since I didn't appreciate her screeching, I lay my weight on her, folded her onto my hood, and rocked my cock back and forth until I felt my come leak out of her.
“I bet you won't speed again. Then again, you might.” I chuckled.
Her growl was amusing, and her attempts to push me off were futile. The day had turned out better than I’d anticipated. I ground my hips against her sweet ass before I stood up to assess the damage.
When I eased out of her, it was a stark contrast between her pretty golden brown and pink pussy to my dick. It glistened from how wet she’d been, but it was my white come dripping out of her that made the visual so appealing.
I let out a long, soft sigh. It wasn't for the fact that I’d come inside her, it was because I couldn't keep her.
“Don’t move,” I said, slapping her ass to watch it ripple.
The profanities that followed were a bonus.
Her white panties lay by her foot. I scooped them up and stuffed them in my pocket before I tucked myself back into my pants. Part of me loved that I had her come all over me.
I shook my head, turning to get some tissues from my cruiser.
Yeah, she was a witch.
Once I’d cleaned her up and she gave up trying to find her underwear, I had no choice but to let her go.
I waved.
She glared.
It was the perfect encounter.
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I worked out, ate, and showered, but I couldn't shift the memories as I lay in bed. The way her heavy breasts had felt in my palms or how tight that pussy had clenched me when she came. I closed my eyes and saw her buttocks and the way her inner lips had clung to my cock.
There was something about her that drove me to distraction. In all the years I’d wanted to be a police officer and my time served working my way up, I’d never stepped out of line as I’d done with Juliette. I should have kept her for a few days. That would have gotten her out of my system.
Maybe it was time to look at the dating scene again. But even as the thought formed, my feisty little librarian crawled into my head like an infection.
I could look her up, but it’d never work out with a girl from the city. They were built different. Small-town life wasn’t for the weak. Nadine had taught me that the hard way.
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When I stopped at the diner to pick up my coffee, I saw my Grammy selling her wares. No one could bake cherry pie the way she could.
“Good morning, Grammy,” I murmured, bending down to kiss her cheek.
“Kade, I’m glad I caught you. Do you know there’s a new—”
“Yes—yes, a new teacher in town,” I muttered, cutting her off. That earned me her evil eye.
You could only get old people in two modes: good or evil. Grammy was both. Sometimes I was grateful to be her grandson — it kept me on her good side.
“You’ll make the effort and take her one of my pies tonight,” she said, poking me in the chest.
I raised my head to the ceiling and groaned. “I’ll take you and wait in the car.”
“No. I heard she’s a looker with strong child-bearing hips.”
