Page 133 of Bred

“The next time you say my name, you better be screaming it.”

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as well as my helpless cries.

This is not lovemaking. This isn’t like when he took my virginity. Or like the sex when we were together, when I was just a high school girl in love with her older boyfriend.

He fucks me like a woman.

His cock pistons inside me at a teeth-clattering pace. It’s rough and carnal and pure unadulterated lust.

The ripple of pleasure coils around me like a snake, pulling tighter and tighter until my muscles seize. Then, I come so powerfully it has me jerking around him like an epileptic.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Fuck. I’m going to come.”

His hand flies out and grips my throat, squeezing. A deep groan tears out of him as his hips jerk in quick, broken movements. I feel his cock swell, then pulse as thick ropes of cum coat my womb.

I’m not sure how long we stay wrapped together as we both come down from whatever the fuck this was.

Because it wasn’t just sex. It felt cosmic, almost ominous.

This was probably a mistake.

But damn, what a pleasurable mistake. I didn’t know how much I needed it.

I’m aware of Lucas moving off me, leaning back on his heels. I feel the cool air against my heated and swollen flesh before I feel his fingers prodding my entrance.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, mortified. I try to slam my thighs together, but he stops me with his firm grip.

“I’m making sure you get every last drop.”

His eyes are focused on my pussy and I realize in distilled horror that he’s pushing his come that pooled out of me back inside.

I should be horrified. Disgusted.

But I’m not.

In some sick, twisted way, I find it hot.

He keeps his focus on his task, scooping every last escaped drop and placing it back inside me with his fingers. I’m hypersensitive and sore but the motions of his fingers awakens my desire until soon I’m gasping and shaking, on the verge of another orgasm.

“You want to come again, sweet girl?” Lucas croons. “You’ll undo all my progress, but that’s okay. I’ll just have to fill you up again. I’m gonna have this sweet pussy so full of my cum, you’ll be leaking for days.”

“Lucas,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?” He chuckles darkly. “Please let you come? Please fuck your pussy again?” His expression becomes fierce. “Or please put a baby inside of you?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. They snap open immediately when his palm meets my clit.

Did he just slap my pussy?

“I asked you a question,” he growls. “Please what?”

“Please, I need you to—”

I mewl in displeasure when his hand withdrawals, but it’s silenced quickly when he flips me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. With a hand on the back of my nape, he slams into me with a snarl. He moves with me when the force brings me down, pounding into me relentlessly.

This time, when he comes, it’s with a roar.

It takes a moment for us both to catch our breath. I couldn’t move if the house caught fire, but somehow, he does.