Page 45 of Breeding Clinic

“Wider.”

I spread my thighs wider, opening up my core and straining the fabric of my tight dress. His warm hand sneaks under the skirt, stroking me over my panties.

“Is this making your pussy wet?” Liam asks while the blunt edge of the knife drags down my buttock.

“Yes.” My eyes slide shut and I fist the sheets.

His hand rubs over my mound. Checking if it’s true. He strokes me with his hand and the knife until my panties cling to me. To the damp spot sticking them to me. My pussy throbs.

He slips his hands from between my legs, then grabs the hem of the skirt. The sound of his knife puncturing and cutting through the fabric is loud. The tight fabric gives as he cuts a slit in it, then puts the knife down to rip it wide.

Fuck, that’s even hotter than I dreamed it could be.

Liam takes his time with my dress. Making small cuts and ripping them wider. Sticking his fingers through the holes he’s made. Teasing me all over while he slowly carves me out of my dress.

He tugs my panties to the side and slicks his thumb between my lips. Smearing my wetness. Spreading the proof of my arousal. He rubs my slick over me, then presses a finger inside.

“So wet for me. What a good pussy.”

“How wet is she?” Matthew asks.

“Soaking.”

Any sassy comeback I have is lost when he pumps. He addsanother finger. They move against my front wall and my pelvis tightens.

When he pulls free, my pending orgasm stuttering out, I moan with annoyance. Liam has the nerve to chuckle.

He finishes off my dress, cutting through the seam at the top and ripping it apart. Once the dress is a tattered mess that’s falling off me, he goes for my panties next. The knife cuts clean through one side before I can protest. They sag, the fabric covering my pussy shifting.

“I liked those,” I pout.

“I’ll buy you more.” He cuts the other side.

“Not my bra.”

He yanks the tattered dress and panties out from under me, then lays the knife down at the edge of the bed.

Matthew reaches over and takes it, setting the point on the chair’s arm and twirling it. His stare is dark and unreadable as he watches us.

Liam unhooks my bra and pulls it out from under me, tossing it to Matthew. The pink bra lands in his lap, but Matthew never lets go of the knife he’s toying with. His eyes never leave us. We’ve been careful not to fuck in front of him before.Is this really okay?

Clothes rustle and the bed dips. Then the blunt head of Liam’s cock probes at my slick entrance. My eyes flutter shut as he seats his dick inside me. All I can do is groan and twist my fingers in the sheets.

He fucks me deep and slow. Until the awful need I have for him is quenched. Pleasure builds as he dicks me down into the mattress. This was exactly what I needed.

“Harder,” I beg him.

Liam pulls back out and slams home. My ass claps against his thighs. I moan and he tugs me up by my hips. Pulls me properly onto my knees, my face still pressed into the bed. It’snot a proper nest, but it smells like them. All three of them. They had sex last night after I left. I wish they’d invited me to watch.

He fucks me from behind, doggy style. Fast. Needy. A hand between my shoulder blades pins my front to the bed. He tugs my hips up higher. Ass up as high as it’ll go. Puts me where he wants me. Until the angle of his rapid thrusts is perfect and my toes curl.

“God, she’s so fucking wet,” he tells Matthew.

“How good is her pussy?” Matthew asks.

“It’s fucking perfect.”

“Pull her hair,” Matthew orders.

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