Page 8 of Breeding Clinic

“Be a good girl and take it then,” he warns me with a growl.

My eyes slide closed as I let him take control. He fucks me hard. Fast. More roughly than I could manage. I love it. Love being put in my place. Of having an alpha who’s not afraid to rut me properly. I’m not made of glass. “Yes.”

“Are you ready for me to breed you?” he asks.

My pussy tightens around his girth. “Yes. Put a baby in me.”

His fingers tighten around my wrist, and the force of his thrusts bounce me, my breasts and thighs jiggling with each smack.

He comes, knot swelling, cock jerking, balls emptying. And then he grinds me on his knot. Rubs my pussy against his body until I cry out. When he lets go of his hold on my wrist, I collapse against his chest. I pass out draped over him.

The next timeI come to, I’m being lowered into a warm bath. “Shh, you’re okay,” he says when I startle awake.

My heat-slowed thoughts muddle along enough to string a two-word sentence together. “The sticker.”

“It’s waterproof,” he reassures me.

Well, he would know. How many times has he donated? He bathes me, taking care between my thighs where the sensitive skin’s chapped and raw. That’s from his beard, I think. I have vague memories of straddling his face and making him eat me out again. Not that he complained.

I’d be embarrassed, but he’s been just as demanding with his rutting. Heats make animals of us both.

His gentle washing leaves me hot and ready, and I moan, biting my lip, while arching against his hand. He chuckles. “Such a needy pussy.”

“Yes.” I wrap an arm around his neck and drag him into the bath with me.

He lets me, although the tub is barely big enough for it. It’s oversized, but he’s still an alpha. We end up flipped with him under me. I ride his lap, the water splashing over the rim of the tub with our thrusts.

Liam grabs one of my breasts and brings it to his mouth, laving the tip with his tongue before sucking. I groan and rock, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. His abdominals tense as I use him.

When I come, pussy clenching, he bites my nipple. My mouth drops open with a ragged moan. He only lets go once my pussy’s stopped throbbing. He sits up and leans me back, working me on his cock.

Our eyes lock, and the moment is more intimate than it has any right to be. He’s my sperm donor. Not my lover. But when he comes and his knot swells, none of that matters.

“You’re an insatiable little thing,” he teases me once we’re both panting and spent. “How do you pack all that horniness in such a small package?”

I rub wet hands over my body, teasing out the ache he bit into my breasts. They’re tender from the heat and fertility meds. “Afraid you can’t keep up, old man?” I tease him back. He’s older than me if I remember his profile correctly.

Liam grins, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Oh, now you’ve done it.” He grips my ass and gets his legs under him, then stands.

I shriek with laughter as he carries us, soaking wet, to the nest. Our tie pulls at my core with every step. “Not the nest!” Ignoring me, he lays me down. “Now it’s all wet,” I pout.

“It was already soaked with your slick.” He stays upright, standing between my legs as I lie on my back.

“And your cum.”

He thumbs my clit and arches one brow, then looks to the side and grins. Twisting, he reaches for something. “If you can think enough to be sassy, then I’m not rutting you properly.”

“What are you?—”

Mechanical vibrations burst to life, and he brings my abandoned vibrator into view from where it had gotten lost in the nest at some point.He charged it?Liam brings the vibrating tip to my clit and I see stars.

“Oh, fuck. It’s too much,” I tell him, squirming. But I’m trapped on his knot. There’s nowhere to go.

“You can take it, kitty cat. Come on my knot. Milk me. Show me how much you want my baby.”

He’s ruthless as he teases my clit with the vibrator. Even when I come, he doesn’t stop. Pleasure turns into oversensitized pain, and still he doesn’t relent. After two orgasms, my clit goes a bit numb.

“I can’t.” I can’t handle another.

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