Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Wider,” he urges, his own mouth hanging open as if he has very little control of his body as he runs the tip of himself over my tongue.
“Know how easily I could choke you with my cock?”
My eyes widen even further when I realize exactly what’s going on.
I tried to hide the book I was reading yesterday when he found me at the bookstore. This very scene was playing out when I noticed him standing there. I was in the middle of picturing him in place of the male character in the book, and here he is, as if those fantasies have turned into a reality. I was flustered to the point that I can’t even recall what conversation took place yesterday. Right now, all I have to do is obey his commands, and I know he’s going to give me everything I wanted from him that night.
“But I’m not going to do that.”
Another phrase from that scene in the book.
“I’m going to fill that sweet pussy of yours with my cock and then my seed. I’m going to put so many babies in that body of yours.”
So yesterday was the first time I discovered that it’s very possible that I have a breeding kink. Maybe it’s my current situation and the whole planned-to-get-pregnant-by-my-best friend that led me in that direction, but honestly, I’m not sorry I sought out that sort of book yesterday. I posted anonymously in an online group for recommendations, and I was not disappointed at all.
It brought me here. Instead of focusing and worrying about the aftermath, I let myself fully sink into this moment, a recreation of the fantasy I allowed myself after a disappointing first encounter.
“It’s what you want, right?” he asks, his grip tightening, an indication that he wants me to stand.
I feel shaky on my feet as I do so.
“Tell me, Adalynn. Is it what you want?”
I nod, swallowing because my mouth is very dry from panting for this man.
“Say it.”
“I want it.”
He shakes his head, a sinister smile on his plush lips. My gaze locks there for a long moment.
“Oh, sweet baby. That would be breaking another rule, wouldn’t it?”
“Please,” I beg.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll return the favor.”
“I want you to fill my sweet pussy with your cock.” I swallow, those dirty words awkward but also somehow freeing on my tongue. “And then your cum. Put babies in my body, Cash.”
“I like the correction,” he praises, his lips trailing my neck.
It feels spectacular, but my throat isn’t where my body wants his lips.
“Cash,” I groan when he releases my hair and wraps his arms all the way around me.
I feel the heat of his erection through my sundress, and it makes me ache in a way I never thought I’d feel.
How is this the same man from the other night?
Instead of pressing his mouth to mine, he lowers himself, his hands traveling down my body as he squats in front of me.
He sucks in a deep breath as he lifts the hem of my dress.
“That, sweet girl, is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he praises as he pulls my panties to the side.
I suck in a ragged breath when he swipes his tongue there.
“Mmm,” he groans. “Looks like we won’t be needing that fucking Pre-Seed this time.”
I swear every muscle inside of me clenches, but I don’t have very long to focus on it because he slips a long, thick finger inside of me as he stands.
“Pull those panties down, baby.”
He chuckles when I rush to obey, hating that he has to pull his finger from me in order for me to do so.
“Tuck them into my pocket,” he orders once I stand with them hanging from my fingers.
I press my free hand to his chest as I push the thin fabric into his pocket. It feels dirty, a filthy act to give him something so personal of mine. It’s also exactly what happened in the book he caught me reading yesterday.
“There are better places than your bakery to make you come,” he says, his voice full of gravel and need. “We’ll get our chance at all of them.”
Where did this man come from?
I nod in understanding, my legs trembling with arousal, my desire pooling between my legs. It’s a promise I know, just from the look in his eyes, that he’ll keep.
I squeal when he picks me up like I weigh nothing before urging my legs around his waist.
He doesn’t let me stay that way. Instead, he forces my legs open as he moves his arms under them so the backs of my knees are resting on his forearms.
I should probably feel embarrassed when he looks down at me and the way I’m splayed open for him, but I’m too turned on to worry about any of that right now.