Page 18 of Bred

Silence fell and his hands slowed against my body. Then carefully, I was pushed back until I lay on my back, and he swung a leg over. His body kneeled over mine, a testament to the drastic size difference. Loren leaned in, his face only inches from mine. When I started to bite my lip out of habit, he reached out one hand to stop me then held tight to my chin.

“It was your first time, Wren. It was supposed to be all about you. I wanted you to feel everything before I put myself back into the equation.” And then he smiled at me, handsome face transforming right in front of me.

“That was only for me…”

His head cocked. “Of course. Your pleasure, wife, will always be more important to me than my own.”

Holy fuck. My pussy actually clenched at the thought of this man. Of how he wanted to pleasure me above all else.

“And now?”

Loren shifted back a with a smirk. “Now? Now I’m planning on tasting you again, letting you get all soft and wet for me.” He moved until he was between my legs then guided my knees up until my feet were flat on the bed. “I’ll need you that way if you expect me to breed you tonight.”

The words set off an explosion between my legs, and I actually stiffened as my orgasm from earlier sent more aftershocks through my system. “Oh God, I need to touch you,” I moaned, reaching for Loren. He had something that would make this better, this aching emptiness. My fingers brushed his cock, and for a moment, I was sure he’d let me touch him.

But then he pulled away. “Until this pretty belly is full of my baby, the only place my cum is going is in your pussy.” He breathed through his nose quickly. “But then after that, I’m happy to show you anything you want.”

“You promise?” I asked, watching as he lowered himself on his elbows, crisscrossing the bed so his face was directly above my pussy once again.

“I’m yours to command, wife,” he murmured, his tongue hot and firm against my clit. And then we were both silent for a long while, me because I was too busy moaning, my body heaving against him as I chased that perfect spike of pleasure that he kept just out of my reach.

“Loren, please,” I finally gasped. I tightened my fingers in his hair, hauling his face away from my body, the orgasm just out of reach. “I want to feel you inside me when I come this time.”

He was over me in an instant, his body powerful and hard against my palms. My thighs shifted wider to let his hips fall between them, and I groaned at the contact there. “Better?”

I let my hands wander down from his head to his shoulders, where I nervously ran my nails over his skin. “Not quite.” I pushed up on the bottoms of my feet, succeeding only slightly, when the head of his cock slipped through my folds just once.

I needed so much more.

I needed to feel all of him.

“Loren…”

He leaned in, nose brushing mine for an instant. “I am yours to command. What do you need, wife?”

Power, bright and throbbing, burst inside of my chest. Mine to command. “I need you. Inside me.”

He thrust forward, thick cock plunging deep. I gasped, my body curling up and around him, desperate for as much of this pleasure as I could get. Loren growled, his body taut against mine. He retreated, dragging his shaft through my flesh until, with a grunt, he thrust back in hard.

I fell back, my head pushing into the pillow as every thought was focused on my hips, my pussy, the pleasure this man brought with every drive into my body. But it wasn’t enough for him. As he drove into me, his mouth lowered, lips against my hairline as he asked me again.

“And now, princess?”

“More, more, more,” I chanted, my nails digging into his back and scoring the flesh there as I attempted to drag in him once more.

But still, he teased me. “You want to come, sweet Wren? Is that why you’re clenching around me so tight? I knew you’d be tight, but God damned, I can barely move.”

I groaned again, feeling my thighs tremble as another orgasm edged around the corners of my mind. So close, so close. But this time, I wanted it to be more. I wanted it to be everything.

I snapped forward, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck as he continued to fuck me. “You said I’m yours. Does that make you mine?”

“Always.”

“Then come for me, Loren. Come inside me. Let me feel how badly you want me. How badly you want me pregnant.”

“Fuck,” he said, his head falling back as his hips jerked against mine. “Going to fill you up, over and over, let this pussy milk every drop from my cock.”

His hips were wild now, and I closed my eyes as my orgasm began to rip through me.