Page 114 of Bred

My heart thundered in my chest. My vision blurred. I was weak and sated, used beyond rational thought. Still, he didn’t pull out.

In my muddled state, he carried me to my bed, maneuvering us in such a way, he remained buried within me. Had I had my wits about me, I would’ve chided him and made him pull out. However, laying there, the feel of his body behind mine, surrounding me... I couldn’t force the words past my lips.

Ian lowered his hand between my thighs, cupping us where we were joined. He swirled his fingertips in our combined releases while teasing both of us. A content sound rumbled in his chest. This enormous beast of a man... What was I going to do with him? Was I supposed to do anything?

Did I want to?

I couldn’t answer that question.

“Your clit is still hard,” he murmured. “Do you need to come again, little creature?”

I arched to him when he added pressure to the bundle of nerves. “Ian.” Wrapping my palm around his wrist, I wasn’t sure if I should pull his hand away or pull him closer to me. He groaned behind me, flexing his hips. “It’s too much.” I’d been telling the truth. My brain was zapping out. My cunt was hungry for more, even though I knew I’d be sore later.

“Never enough,” he groaned. “I could fuck you all night.”

“How... How is that possible?”

He chuckled. The sound vibrated through me. “Should I fuck you again?” His thrusts were lazy, only meant to tantalize and tease me.

“Ian...” I whined. “You’re insatiable.” Or maybe I was. I couldn’t think.

He rolled us so he hooked my legs around his hips. He spread me wide, fucking me in hard demanding strokes. Ian spread my pussy open before placing the pad of his thumb on my clit. Slowly, his form morphed back to the man. He leaned over me, his face hovering over mine. That cruel smirk of his pulled at his mouth as he strained, rolling his hips.

“You will give me this,” he hissed. “Say it.”

“Yours...” Writhing below him, I was trapped in the most delicious ways. “I give you my body.”

His mouth crushed mine with a brutal kiss as his pace increased. His tongue lashed against mine in a way that was more a show of dominance than it was in passion. Teeth clattered and lips brushed. The way he fucked was the way he kissed. Unhinged. Unkind. Punishing. Ruthless. I scraped my nails along his skin and watched the welts rise on his tattooed flesh, reveling in the way he groaned, shoving deep.

We were the same, Ian and me.

“You’ll never accept another cock in your pussy, Ms. Glen. If you try to, I will kill him. Chop his head off. Then fuck you while his cooling body watches.” The manic edge to his words turned me on. How could something so vile make my used pussy tingle with awareness and clench in pleasure? “My cum is all you’ll ever need. Say it.”

“Your cum!” I cried, clinging to him as the prickle of bliss spread through my limbs and settled behind my clit. “All I need.”

“Yes, it is. Nnngh...” He pressed his face to my neck. His speed picked up. The tip of his cock banged against the sensitive spot within me, pushing me closer and closer to my release.

Hammering on the door, pulled a growl from Ian. His head snapped up, but his hips never faltered. He stared down at me as the knock came again, this time more insistently.Answer them.His lips moved, but no sound came out.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he hit right where I needed him to, and I was falling. Tension snapped in my body. I trembled and shook in his arms as I came hard. He stilled within me, waiting me out as the knock became a shake of the locked knob. “Y-yes?”

“Open the door!” the man said, slamming his palm against the wooden entry.

“Uh... Just a second.”

Ian thrust twice more before letting out a low groan. The heat of his release filled me, ripping a gasp from me. Then, even as he continued to pulse, he pulled from me and went for the bathroom, leaving me to deal with the intruder.

Asshole.

Covered in cum, I laid there for another second trying to gather myself. My clothes were in the bathroom. My robe was the only other garment I had available. Even as I moved to the end of the bed, I could feel the dribble of our combined climaxes coating my thighs and dripping down my legs. There was no way to hide what we’d been doing, and I supposed that was Ian’s point.

Fucking asshole.

I did the best I could, clenching my thighs together as I tied the sash of my robe, grateful my hair was wet from a shower, though mussed up from being fucked thoroughly by Ian. Disgruntled, I opened the door, a sneer on my lips as I saw one of Dominic’s men standing there and not the demon himself. There was a tray in his hands. Dinner for me. He shoved it at me, and a fresh wash of cum ran down my legs.

“Don’t lock the fucking door,” he snapped. “Next time I’ll—”

“What?” Ian was behind me, dressed and looking less harried than I was. “You’ll do what?”