Page 92 of Breeding Clinic

Gabriel rips at his suit, pulling his shirt free and unzipping,then shoving his pants down while Liam calmly watches. Gabriel’s cock is hard and dripping. A bead of pre-cum pearls at his ruddy tip. “It’s fucking hot. Spread your legs for me,meu docinho.I need to fuck you. Right now.”

He reaches around to grab me by the ass and pull me forward on my seat. I lean back so I don’t topple off it. Gabriel shoves my legs apart and gets into position between them. He strokes his cock, then lines his head up with my slick opening.

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to sneak off to the bathroom with you so we could fuck?” he asks as his cock slides home.

I’m so wet that he slides in easily, bottoming out in a single thrust. His hips snap, setting a relentless rhythm. My body yields to him easily. It’s like I’ve known him forever.

“I’d have let you,” I say, teasing him. Because I know how much he likes almost getting caught.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He stares at me, keeping eye contact as he takes me hard and fast. Desperate. “Show me those big, pretty tits,meu docinho.”

Matthew tugs my dress and the strapless bra down. Since the dress is off the shoulder, there’s nothing to stop it from sliding down until it reaches my baby bump. My nipples grow painfully tight in the air conditioned limo.

Gabriel fists a breast, his fingers sinking into my softness. He curls down and lifts it up, bringing the nipple to his lips. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, nipping me with his teeth while he squeezes and fucks me.

“Gabriel,” I moan, arching into it. I lift my legs and wrap them around him, my heels digging into his ass.

He groans and fucks me deeper. His tight adonis belt strikes my poor, sensitive clit with every thrust. Each sucking pull on my nipple zings straight to my clit.

Gabriel pops off my breast and switches to the other one. “I’m next,” he says, squeezing me. Confusing me. “I’m breeding you next.”

Liam doesn’t say no, which only makes Gabriel more confident as he palms my swollen tits and tweaks the nipple.

“You want my baby, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes.” My legs tighten around his hips and my clit throbs with every smacking thrust. “I want to have your baby.”

Gabriel’s eyes screw closed and he grits his teeth like he’s trying to do it right now. Like I’m not already five months pregnant. His pace slows, turning languid. He fucks me deep, his cock pulsating inside me. Pumping me with cum with every jerking thrust.

Once his balls are emptied, he catches his breath. Fucks his cock back into me slowly, pushing his leaking cum back in. When he’s too soft, he pulls out and bends my legs back as far as they’ll go.

Cum and slick drip from my pussy. Down the crack of my ass. Gabriel scoops up a trickle and presses it back in, then slaps my pussy. I jolt and let out a surprised yelp. He moves back, taking his seat and fixing his pants.

“How are you?” Matthew asks. He reaches down to stroke me between my legs. Scoops up more of Gabriel’s trickling cum and feeds it back into me. Testing the walls of my pussy and pressing in deep. His prodding is gentle and thorough.

“Phenomenal,” I answer. I wait to see what he does. See who’s next in their turn with me.

Satisfied with my answer, Matthew shifts from clinical to sensual. He strokes my clit. Drags his fingers through slick and cum until my pussy’s squelching. Scissors those fingers open and stretches my hole. Gets me ready. But for whom? I don’t want to ask, though, and ruin things. Don’t want to push if he’s not ready. He’s never fucked my pussy before. Only my hands and my mouth.

“Are you ready for the rest?” Matthew asks.

I lock eyes with him and nod. Whatever he wants to give me, I’ll happily take.

Matthew slides off his seat. My breath catches as he unbuttons his jacket and pulls it open. Flicks open his belt. Undoes his pants’ button and slides his zipper down. He shoves his briefs down and his thick, swollen cock flops free.

We lock eyes as he fists his cock and tugs. Jerking his cock harder until he’s fully engorged. His dick is thicker mid-shaft. It curves slightly upward. His ruddy head is perfectly shaped and scalloped. Matthew stares at me as he jerks himself. My pussy throbs, slick cooling against the air.

“Do you trust me?” Matthew asks, his voice calm.

I don’t have to think before I answer. “I do.”

“Are your breasts sore today?”

I shake my head. The soreness only lasted a few weeks. When it faded, I thought the worst might happen, but the baby’s fine. I cried happy tears of relief when the blood work came back good afterward.

“I read your latest book,” he warns me. “Front to back. It’s fucking filthy.”

I swallow, remembering what I wrote. The kinks I sprinkled in. “Did you like it?”

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