Page 93 of Breeding Clinic

He nods. “This part was my favorite.” He lifts his hand from his cock and brings it down on my breast. Right on my nipple. The crack of his hand against my skin is loud. The pain is instant and it’s delicious. Warmth blooms and my delicate skin turns pink. My clit throbs, another trickle of cum and slick escaping as my channel tightens around nothing. I’m so empty and aching.

“Mattie,” Liam barks.

“She likes it,” Matthew says, his eyes never wavering from mine. “Don’t you? Our sweet girl has such dirty fantasies.” Heslaps my breast again. A third time. Until my nipple stings and my clit pulses like they’re connected by a string. “I asked you a question. Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whimper.

Matthew switches, slapping the other one. Three, to make them even. My nipples have never been harder. They’re tight, aching points. He raises both hands and brings them down together. Slapping both breasts at once.

I cry out, and pant. He grabs my nipples and pinches them. My cunt spasms, desperate for filling. “I like it,” I admit.

“Of course you do,” Mattie says, his voice calm. He tips his head to study me. “Because you’re our perfect, filthy little slut.”

I moan and wiggle under him. He pinches harder, twisting my nipples until my hips buck, trying to fuck myself on a cock that’s not in me. I’m seconds away from doing what I said I never would and begging him to fuck me. I bite my lips to stifle the impulse. I’ll take only what he offers.

“Look at you,” Matthew says, letting my nipples go to drag a hand up my chest. My collarbones. My throat. He wraps a loose hand around it, making a necklace of his fingers. “Panting like our precious whore. Leaking slick and cum all over the pretty dress we bought you. Ruining it. Your cunt begging for more cock. In that slutty hole that can’t be satisfied no matter how much we fuck it. That’s what you desire, isn’t it? For me to fuck you?”

I tremble underneath him. “Yes.”

His fingers squeeze ever so slightly. A purr rattles through my chest. An instinctual response to a threat. Designed by evolution to soothe a rough rutting alpha. Matthew’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning and I’m his present.

He squeezes harder. Not enough to obstruct airflow. Only enough for me to feel the throb of my heartbeat against hishand. The way my pulse batters at his thumb and fingers. It’s the same pulse making my pussy throb.

“Careful with her,” Liam growls.

“I know what I’m doing. I know exactly how much she can take. Does your slutty hole want my cock, omega?” Matthew asks.

“Yes,” I whimper, my throat bobbing against his hand.

Without letting me go, Matthew gets into position. He’s shorter than Gabriel. He has to put a knee between my legs and balance on the seat to line us up. When his cockhead rubs against my mound, I whimper again.

Matthew takes his time. He drags his cock up and down me. Covers my pussy in his scent. He’s not as fragrant as an alpha. His scent is muted. But Liam and I can still smell him on me. His cockhead slips over my swollen, tender clit and I don’t know if it’s Gabriel’s cum or my slick or Matthew’s pre-cum that wets his way.

He pushes inside me, slow and controlled. Opening my channel. My mouth drops open and I moan as he feeds his cock into me, inch by inch. Slow and measured. It’s a torment. It’s bliss.

His grip on my throat slackens once he’s bottomed out inside me. But it doesn’t slide away. It goes around, cupping my neck from the back. Pulling my face closer to his so he can stare deeper into my eyes while he takes me for the first time.

“Your pussy is so fucking good,” he moans. “You’re so wet for me, Kat.”

“Your cock is amazing,” I tell him. Encouraging him. Holy fuck. My eyes nearly cross as he fucks me slow and deep. He’s so big. As big as some alphas, but without the knot. If I was blindfolded, I’m not sure if I could tell him and Liam apart until he came.

“Are you going to be my good little slut and come on it?” Matthew asks.

Nodding, I agree. I wish I could see it, see the way his cock thrusts in and out of me. But my baby bump is in the way. Instead, I feel everything. Every slide of him in and out. The way his flared head catches on my entrance. Hear everything. The wet sucking sound of my needy pussy as he picks up speed. Fucks me faster. The smack of our skin coming together in the back of this limo.

Matthew groans, a ragged sound that makes me clench around his dick. His knee slides on the leather seat, spreading me wider. Stretching my groin to its limits. He shifts, adjusting. Angling deeper. Grinding himself against me once he’s all the way in. Rubbing against my clit.

I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, my fingers tightening on the leather car seat. “Fuck.”

“You like that, baby?” he asks, doing it again. Again. Another. Slow, deep thrusts with a grind at the end that make my channel clench his dick and my clit pulse.

“Yes. Oh, God.” Something takes over me. A rush of need. I need this orgasm. Need to have Matthew empty inside me. Need to get him addicted to my pussy so he fucks me with his thick cock again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight against me. Wrap my legs around him too. Dig my heels into his ass so he has to risk impalement if he doesn’t make me cum right fucking now.

Matthew grabs my throat again, pressing lightly. Making my pulse pound in my head. Leaving me a bit dizzy. I’m throbbing, impossibly ready to come again. I’ve never come so much in one night before outside of a heat. Didn’t know it was possible. Wish I’d known it sooner. We could have been having so much fun this entire time.

“Feels. So. Fucking. Good,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust and a grind. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. I hear omega pussy’s the best. Show me.”

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