She didn’t even flinch when I climbed onto the bed behind her. Just stayed there—patient, ready, and dripping.
I ran my palm over the curve of her hip, slow, then down the swell of her ass to the slick heat between her thighs. She shivered.
“Look at you,” I murmured, running two fingers through her folds. “Greedy little thing. So ready for me again.”
She whimpered when I pressed those fingers back inside her, curling them slightly. Her body clamped down instantly, insatiable and welcoming.
“My dirty little slut,” I growled, leaning in until my mouth was at her ear. “Built to be bred. You were made to take me.”
Her breath hitched, and she pushed her hips back into my hand. Begging.
I eased my fingers out and used them to spread her, watching her flutter around nothing. My cock was already pressed to her entrance—thick, aching, and leaking with need.
“You want it?” I rasped, teeth grazing her shoulder.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please…”
That sweet little voice sent a shock of pleasure straight through my spine.
I didn’t tease her.
I gripped her hips and pushed in, slow at first—just enough to make her gasp—then drove the rest of the way in with a groan that shook my chest.
Home.
She clenched around me so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of me. I stayed buried there for a moment, holding her still, just breathing her in.
Then I started to move.
Heavy, deep thrusts that rocked her forward on the bed. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as I pounded into her, one hand slipping around her waist to press flat over her belly—our belly.
“Hold on to the sheets,” I warned. “I’m not stopping ‘til I fill you up again.”
I could feel it with each deep thrust—how she gushed around my cock, easing my path while she coated me.
I held her ass cheeks, using them like handles, dragging her on and off my cock until she started moving on her own, fucking herself on me. I let go, just to watch.
“Good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock,” I said as her ass kissed my pelvis. “Show me what a good whore you are.”
She moaned and moved faster.
I watched her lose herself on me—hair wild, back arched, her tight little body milking every inch I gave her. She was soaked, glistening where we met, and every slick slap of her hips echoed through the room like a goddamn prayer answered.
My hands twitched to grab her again, to pin her and take over—but this? This was a gift.
She moaned, breathless, riding me with reckless need, chasing it—chasing me.
“That’s it,” I growled, one hand sliding to her waist, guiding her now. “You want this come? Gotta earn it, sweetheart. Show me how bad you need it.”
She whimpered but kept going, fucking herself harder, her rhythm frenzied and beautiful.
“I’ll breed you every time you beg for it like this,” I gritted out, my voice rasping from the tight hold I had on control. “Fill this pussy until it can’t take anymore. Until you’re leaking down your thighs.”
She cried out, a desperate broken sound as she clenched around me.
“God, look at you,” I murmured, leaning over her, pressing my chest to her back as she bucked against me. “You were made for this. My good fucking girl.”
Her head dropped to the sheets, hips stuttering.
