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My eyes tightened, matching the grip I had on myself while I let myself get lost in the fantasy. Her throat would contract around my length, pulling me deeper, and my girl would gag but wouldn’t pull away. She wouldn’t even try.

A deep groan escaped my lips. I spit down on my hand again as it glided up and down, my breathing choppy. Mattie wouldn’t stop. Even as she gagged, she would take my dick in her mouth,sucking me off like the cock-hungry little slut she would be for me. My toes curled inside the shoes I still wore, and I could feel it. She would know, too. I’d warn her, tell her daddy was about to come, and she wouldn’t care. If anything, her lips would close around me tighter. This image in my head, the way it would feel, tipped me over. Before I knew it, white lights exploded behind my eyes, my body went taut and then shuddered as my dick shot my release.

“Mattie.” Her name sounded like a rough plea past my lips as ribbon after ribbon shot out and landed on the ground.

Catching my breath, I leaned against the wall. My eyes dropped to the milky white stain on the floor, and my jaw clenched tightly. That thing inside me burned from the inside out. My eyes locked on the cum I’d wasted.

Cum that belonged deep inside her body or covering her skin.

“Fuck,” I whispered into my quiet room before ripping my sweater off, bending to clean the floor before tossing that and the rest of my clothes into my hamper and falling into my bed butt-ass naked on my back.

I stared up at the whirring ceiling fan. The idea of something so crazy, so fucking insane took root in my head, and I couldn’t wipe it away. Breeding Mattie, watching her grow ripe with my child, making sure every asshole who came across her would know she was mine and only mine had been slowly growing. I had no idea why or what the hell was wrong with me. A kid was not what either of us needed right now, but fuck if I could simply brush away the thought.

Soon, my seed wouldn’t go to waste.

Soon, it would cover Mattie from the inside out because she was mine, damn it!Mine. Mine. Mine.The word repeated endlessly in my head as I drifted off to sleep only to dream of my perfect girl.

CHAPTER 7

MATTIE

“Come on! It will be fun,”my coworker and buddy pleaded with me.

“I don’t know about that, Becks,” I groaned, looking over my shoulder at her.

“Please!” She put her hands together in front of her, her dark eyes pleading with me. “I really want to go, but I hate going to this stuff alone. I’m too chicken shit,” she argued. I rolled my eyes even though my lips twitched. Rebecca ‘Becks’ Madrigal was anything but chicken shit. She was the fiercest, most fearless chick I had ever met.

“Becks—"

“You haven’t been to one party all summer long.”

“How do you know? Maybe I went to one without you,” I argued, but she shot me a look that told me she knew as well as I did I was full of shit.

“This one is chill. I promise! It’s cool people, good drinks. I’ll buy you dinner before we go!”

“You don’t have to?—“

“I know, but I want to. Come on! We haven’t hung out outside this bookstore all summer.” She wanted us to go to a party.A frat party.I didn’t party at all, much less on Greek Row.But Becks was my friend, good people, and I knew she wouldn’t put me in a bad spot.

“Fine.” I had no idea why I agreed. Maybe because I missed having girl time and hanging out with friends since most were home for the summer and my own best friend was studying abroad in Japan for the next year, and even though we tried, we hardly ever got to talk or text.

“Sweet! I’ll pick you up at five. We can go eat and then hit the party!”

“Fine,” I grumbled playfully, both of us knowing I didn’t mean it. She hip-checked me before she walked towards a customer to help them. She left me at the register thinking about what the hell someone wore to a frat party and if I even had that in my closet.

Thankfully, despite it being summer and usually slow, the store was busy and our shift went by pretty quickly. True to her word, Becks was at my door at five, dressed to the nines. Becks was gorgeous. Petite with a toned athletic body she got from playing soccer for the longest time. “Oh my god!” she gasped, and I rolled my eyes.

“Beck—” I tried to warn, but I didn’t even get to say her whole name because she cut me off with a shit-eating grin.

“See! This is is what I am talking about!”

“Beck—"

“Turn around,” she demanded, and I giggled. When I did as she’d asked, she gave a low whistle. “Gorgeous! I knew under all those baggie shirts was a banging body.”

“Thanks, but?—“

“No buts!!” she exclaimed. “I’m serious! You should show off your curves more. I would kill for curves like yours,” she complimented, and I ignored when heat hit my face.

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