Page 53 of His Lovebug

I snickered. “It’s always something with you.”

As much as he’d been ready to plow me, I could tell some of his protective instincts were still fired up because he wouldn’t have treated a virgin, who’d never had a cock in their ass, as gently as he was me right now. He drove me crazy by stretching me carefully, teasing my pucker, and I dug my fingers into the blankets underneath myself. The lube made me focus more on my rim than usual.

“Daddy, you can’t breed me that way.” I peeked over my shoulder at him, which had me swallowing. Matt was all beefcake. His arms were thick and muscular. His chest was widewith a smattering of dark curls. His thick beard made his lips look soft and kissable. The tattoos. I shuddered. They made him appear every bit as dangerous as he happened to be, yet he held back and treated me like I was special. His cock was flushed pink and red at the tip, standing at attention, ready to absolutely ruin my life in the best way. But instead of fucking me into the mattress, he was staring at my hole.

Did he need some encouragement? I squeezed around his fingers, and he smirked, glancing up into my eyes.

“You think I’m taking too long to breed your pretty pussy?”

“Mm-hmm.”

His eyes darkened until I swore I could feel the heat radiating from him to kiss along my skin. “I want you ready for the way I’m planning to own you. I’m going to fuck you until my cock hits the back of your tonsils,” he said, voice scraping low.

“Please.” I shuddered. “But, that would take some doing because I had them removed when I was a kid.”

He leaned back and laughed, fingers still buried in me, and some of the crazy tension from earlier broke. Just as I relaxed with my cheek nestled against the blankets in front of me, he eased his fingers free and slid forward. His thighs pressed against the back of mine before he used his knee to push my legs farther apart. I sucked in a deep breath as his thick cockhead battered my hole, and then he easily glided into me, filling me in a single flash-fire stroke.

“Yes!” My eyes closed and I couldn’t open them as he ground his hips against my ass, bottoming out in a delicious, nearly painful way.

Then, he hammered me.

There was something about how he was holding me and moving me around that made me feel like I wanted to put some power into the way I rocked back against him. Made me want to drown in testosterone. Maybe it was the fact that I’d recentlybeen in the clothing I hadn’t worn in a long time—traditional men’s clothing—but I wasn’t feeling as much feminine energy as usual tonight.

My cock felt like a cock to me, and I wanted to jerk off. Unfortunately, I was too busy keeping myself balanced with the way Matt was pummeling me to think about reaching down there to do it. It was impossible. I arched my back and took the brutal pounding, demanding more, needing more.

“Daddy, what if I’m your boy tonight?”

He slowed but certainly didn’t stop, then picked up the pace, bouncing me against the mattress. Tension radiated off him—muscles taut and his cock a weapon—but before I could call out yellow or red and ask what was wrong, he growled and leaned forward to suck on my neck. A riot of sparks and need cascaded through me, making precum drip from my cock.

“But I thought you wanted me to breed you?” he rasped, then sucked on my earlobe, curling my toes.

“Oh, I want that. And since I’m not your baby girl right now, you’ll have to try twice as hard, won’t you? Put so much more cum in me. Fill me until it’s leaking out, then do it again and again. Otherwise, there’s no way your seed will grow you a baby.”

He chuckled. Maybe this would snap him out of the game? He kissed the back of my neck, then nipped across my shoulders. “I’ll fuck you ten times as hard as usual, and you won’t have any choice. My cum will sink deep inside you, and you’ll be knocked up with triplets. My sweet baby boy.”

Something about that idea—no matter what, he would still want to fire cum into me and knock me up—had me squeezing on him again.

“Motherfucking hell, Quin.” He grunted, then slid his hands along my arms to my wrists and held me down.

“Harder,” I yelled.

“Baby Boy, I can’t wait to have my cum leaking out of you,” he murmured.

I shuddered. Matt had shown he was willing to roll with me when we were on vacation, letting me call my cock my clit, and now that he was being flexible again, it made me want him more than ever. Heat rippled across my skin.

“You’re mine, Quin. Baby Boy. Princess. Wife. It doesn’t matter what’s going on with you. You’re mine and I’ll fuck you and breed you until everyone knows it.”

Moaning, I nodded and moved with him, rocking back on his thick cock. He shifted a little and smashed my prostate head-on, which had me yelling and trying to yank at my wrists. My cock jolted with pleasure each time he nailed me like that, making me feel as if the head was going to combust with bliss and drag the cum out of my balls.

“Let me jerk off, Daddy. You’re more likely to knock me up if I come when you do. Please, please, please,” I begged, trying to tug my hand away. His grip was unwavering.

“No, your dick belongs to your husband,” he snarled in my ear. “You’ll either come this way or you’ll let me take care of you when I’m done using this sweet asshole.”

His hands were steel, so I didn’t have much choice. I nodded. “Please, Daddy. Try your hardest. Breed your baby boy.”

“Fuck,” Matt snarled and stiffened, stuffing his cock deep in my ass. He twitched and pulsed inside me, and I could tell he was unloading. As he tugged out, he was still spurting seed, and he thrust deep again, obviously wanting his cum inside me so he could breed me. Leave a part of himself behind. The sensation of his cum splashing my rim before he plunged into my body had me feeling delirious. My hips rocked and moved, but he didn’t let me get the friction I needed to try to come.

“Please, Husband. Please, Daddy.” I moaned, but he didn’t let go of my wrists no matter how much I struggled.

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