Page 245 of Broken Bonds

He lifts his head. “Which?”

“Breed me! Please!”

He studies me an achingly long time. “And if you catch?”

“Yes! Yes yes yesyesyespleasepleaseplease!”

Dark victory fills his gaze. He transfers my wrists to one hand and, with the other, drags my shorts and briefs down my hips. I desperately try to toe off my shoes, but he flips me over, finishes yanking down my shorts, and a hand settles in the middle of my back, pinning my shoulders to the ground.

His fingers spear my rim, easily sinking deep inside me because I’m slick and making me cry out as the first orgasm hits me. I shoot ropes of cum onto the grass under me as I try to scrabble up and back, wanting—needing more.

Needing him.

“Yep,” he hoarsely says. “You are most definitely in full heat.”

He releases me and I hear the drag of his zipper going down. Before I can move, his hands clamp around my hips, and his cock slams home inside me.

I cry out again, another load squirting out of me, nothing but pure, fiery pleasure engulfing me. He holds still even as I beg him to start moving. He hauls me up, my back pressed against his work shirt, one hand cupped around my throat while he licks my cheek.

“You want it, my sweet pup? You want Daddy to breed you again?” His other hand splays over my abs. “Put another baby inside you and show everyone who you belong to? Take away your safeword and fuck you until you catch?”

I shudder as another orgasm washes through me. “Yes!”

“Say it, Mal. Beg me for it.”

“Breed me! Please breed me! I need you, Daddy. I need you to own me!”

He shoves me down on the grass and plows me, grunting, rutting. I fist handfuls of dirt and grass and don’t even care how my sore knees are grinding into the ground as he quickly fucks yet another orgasm out of me.

It’s bliss, it’s perfection, the bite of pain making the pleasure that much sweeter. Somehow, I peel my shirt up and off because I don’t want clothes now. I want to be naked and every inch of my body owned by him.

I lift my head and look over my shoulder at him when he throws back his head and bugles, slamming into me before falling still with him holding my ass tightly pressed against him. I feel him coming, that gorgeously massive cock pulsing inside me, but I want—need—more. I need everything from him. It’s not enough; nothing’s enough. He’s still inside me and yet I feel empty.

But he’s not done. He’s still hard. He pulls out just long enough to flip me onto my back, shove my legs up, and drives into me again. My legs, shoes and all, are draped over his shoulders.

“Then I won’t stop,” he rumbles. “I’m going to rut you until I can’t get it up. If you haven’t caught by that point, I’ll carry you to the house, tie you up just like this in bed, and keep fucking you until you catch.” He reaches down and tugs on my nipples, making me cry out as another orgasm shudders through me and adds to the mess smeared all over my stomach.

He unbuttons the top couple of buttons of his work shirt and yanks it and his undershirt off and tosses them aside. “Look at you, all slutty and needy for me. This is where you’re happiest, isn’t it? Curled up under me? Impaled on my cock? You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I gasp. He knows me, the darkest, dirtiest me, and he loves me because of it, not in spite of it. I relinquish the last grasp of sanity clinging for a hold in my brain. “Please breed me!”

A slow, evil smile curls his handsome lips. “Baby, I won’t stop fucking you until you catch, or your heat ends. No one else is getting their hands on you or their dicks inside you until after that. You belong to me.” He splays one hand on my abs again. “And this belongs to me, and I’m not sharing you. I enjoy watching you have fun playing with others, but breeding? That’s alll me, baby, and only me. The only cock you’re getting for now is mine, my sweet little slutty pup. I’ll rip the cock off any guy who tries to touch you.”

He falls on me again, biting the hollow of my throat and nipping a trail down my sternum. I’m a rag doll in his arms, helpless and unable to move the way I’m pretzeled under him.

Not that I want to move. Not unless it’s to work his cock even deeper inside me.

His lips close over mine as he starts moving again. I feel the rasp of denim and the zipper catches my ass cheeks, but I don’t fucking care.

He’s fucking me.

He’s owning me.

Breeding me.

He will never let me go. In this moment, if he wants to breed me every heat and have a dozen pups for him, I’ll happily do it and beg for more.

He chuckles and lifts his lips. “Not a dozen, baby. I’ll happily breed your sweet body every time you come into heat if that’s what you want. But no way I’m risking another man’s baby inside you. And when you’re not in heat, I’ll happily watch you impaled by cock at both ends and coming into the milker. There’s nothing hotter than watching you lose your mind like that.”