Page 1 of Bred Hard

Tabitha

“Y

es, fuck. Jesus, you feel so damn good, Tabby.”

I kept my eyes closed the entire time John shoved his miniature, flaccid dick into my thigh. I cringed with each out of breath huff he uttered and wondered how the fuck he didn’t know he wasn’t penetrating me, but having a good ole time with the flesh of my inner thigh. Is this really my life?

“Babe. I’m about to blow, but I don’t want to just yet.”

I shot my eyes open. “What? Why?”

He gave a lazy grin, and I died inside some more.

“Can I eat it?”

No. No.

I shifted my eyes to the door and then to the pink clock sitting on the

nightstand to the left of me.

“We’ve got time,” he said, sliding down my body.

I let out a breath and swallowed down the lump in my throat as he

parted my legs. Most girls probably loved when their boyfriends feasted on them as if they were starving of hunger. It wasn’t like that for me, though. For one, John wasn’t even my boyfriend—well, not officially. I had no idea what were to be honest. It was all a big setup between our parents. The joys of being born into money.

John kissed my inner thigh, the same spot where the tip of his dick nudged me numerous times. “I love how wet you are for me, Tabby,” he cooed.

Thank God my eyes were closed because if they had been open, he would have seen just how far they rolled to the back of my head. I clenched my core as his tongue slithered its way over my folds. He was determined, licking and kissing everything but the clit. I stopped guiding him months ago because it didn’t matter how hard I lifted my hips or shoved his nose in the right spot; he refused to acknowledge it. I lay staring at the ceiling, and let faux moans drip off my lips as I counted back from one hundred. Once I got to fifty, my fake moans got louder, and by twenty I was digging my fingers into his chestnut tresses. Sometimes I wished someone would give me an Oscar for my worthy fake orgasm performance. It was perfection.

“Yes, John. Right there. Please…” I let my breathy words drip into the air.

His lips locked around the outer lips of my folds and I gave my best tenout-of-ten fake out-of-body experience before slamming back down into the bed. Happy that it was all over, I let my eyelids flutter open once again, but the grunting sound of John jerking off his flaccid cock had me smothering my face into the pillow. Is this my nightmare?

His wailing cries pierced the air, and he shot his head back, his fingers moving frantically as he gripped the sad piece of flesh.

“Shh.Someone will hear,” I spat. My words came out cold.

“Tabby…” he whined, mouth open and eyes closed.

His body jerked shamelessly as a string of cum sprouted out and onto the towel lying across my pink duvet. Disappointed in the whole ordeal, I turned my head back around and let my chin sink into the pillow. He shifted his weight and moved off the bed, andI was glad. Refusing to meet his gaze, he redressed and ran a few fingers through his hair.

“Are you going to get ready?” he asked, lowering himself to the edge next to me.

“Yeah, I just need a minute. Alone.”

“Oh, okay. Well, don’t keep me waiting too long.” He leaned in and kissed my shoulder.

With my eyes locked on the minute hand of my pink clock, I waited until he closed the door behind him before jumping up to lock it. Although John was shit at the mechanical sex part of our relationship, his foreplay aroused me. Double-checking the handle to make sure it was locked, I walked over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. Lying there in her innocence was my trusty lilac-colored vibrator.

Pinching it between two fingers, I carried it back over to the bed and got comfortable. With my folds already sensitive, I placed the cat ear headphones over my own and leaned into the large pillow wrapped in satin. Static sounded, then a strong male voice seeped through the speakers.

“I love it when you scream for me.” His words were like thick honey oozing into my ears, and with every low growl his voice made, my legs widened.

“Your cunt was made for the taking.”

His words robbed my breath

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