Page 10 of Hard Bred

I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her.

I dip my head between her thighs, inhaling her scent. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and desire. I lick her slit, a long, slow stroke that has her straining against my mouth. She tastes like heaven, and I’m instantly addicted. I suck her clit, savoring every second as I slide two fingers deep inside her.

Her moans fill the room, a sound of pleasure that spurs me on. I feast on her, licking and sucking, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp. Her hips grind against my face, her body trembling as she nears her release.

When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes through the room, her pussy pulsing against my mouth.

Afterward, Claire sits up, breathless, her cheeks flushed and eyes dreamy. She reaches for me, her fingers fumbling with the button on my pants. I stand and shuck them off, letting my cock spring free. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she reaches out, wrapping her hand around my thick length.

My hips jerk as she strokes me. Christ, I’m already leaking cum. I swallow back a curse and move over her on the sofa, pinning her down as she wraps her thick thighs around my waist.

Reaching between us, I fist my cock and guide it to her entrance. I push in, a slow, steady slide into her tight, wet heat. Her cunt grips me like a vice, velvety and hot. Our mouths meet, tongues tangling as I roll my hips, fucking her slowly and deeply.

“Oh, god,” she moans against my mouth, her nails digging into my back. “Brady.”

I quicken my pace, the sofa creaking beneath us. Her breathing grows faster, higher, her skin hot everywhere it touches mine.

A whole fucking year.I can’t believe we held back for as long as we did. Because this—this—oh, Jesus Christ, does this ever feel right.

“I’m gonna—oh, God, Brady—” Claire pants, her mouth falling open as she moans.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I rasp.

And then she does, her pussy squeezing tight around me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I’m lost in the sensation, in the feel of her, in the sound of her cries. My own orgasm slams intome, a freight train of pleasure that leaves me seeing stars. I spill into her, my cock pulsing with my release.

I stay inside her as we kiss, breathless and slow. Her heartbeat is pounding in time with mine. I pull back, looking down at her. Her eyes are soft, beautiful.

I could spend the rest of my life looking at those eyes.

I slowly pull out of her and fall back against the sofa. My eyes trail down her curves, all the way down to her perfect pussy. My cum drips from her, a sight that fills me with a primal satisfaction.

“Christ, Claire,” I murmur.

She laughs, her eyes gleaming with affection. “Yeah…that was…”

“Something else.”

“Mm-hmm.” Her rosy tits rise and fall as she breathes. “It sure was.”

My cock throbs, already ready for another round. The sofa creaks as I move over her again, settling between her spread thighs, my body eclipsing her curves. Claire aches against me as I push into her again, moaning my name as I slide into her cum-soaked pussy.

6

CLAIRE

The first thing I notice when I wake is the warmth of Brady beside me. It’s a warmth that also feels grounding. Safe. Meant to be.

He’s beautiful in a rugged way that makes my heart squeeze. His strong jaw is peppered with stubble, his shoulders are broad enough to carry the weight of this whole ranch, and his chest is rising and falling with deep, steady breaths.

Looking at him brings back vivid flashes of last night—his big hands roaming my curves, the heat of his mouth on mine, the way he filled me over and over again, so gloriously hard and thick.

But what really got me, what I keep circling back to, was the way he looked at me when he first saw me naked. He looked at me like I was something precious. And when he called meperfect…God. No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.

Brady stirs, his eyes blinking open. As he comes to, a slow smile spreads across his gorgeous lips. Something in my chest catchesat the sight—it’s such a genuine, unguarded, warm smile. And it feels like it’s meant for me alone.

“Morning,” he says, voice gravelly with sleep. He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, unhurried and sweet. The tenderness of it makes my heart ache.

Then his eyes drift to the window, and I can see him reading the light like a clock.

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