Page 104 of Oblivion

“Do you guys want to crash here tonight?” Evan asks everyone.

“We’re going home,” Clay and January say.

“The floors were just installed at our place. We’re going to camp out there tonight,” Hunter says.

“Is this what our life is going to be like?” I ask, tipping my head back to look at the sky full of stars above us.

“Spending nights with our friends and family?” Evan asks.

“Staying connected with them? Wandering home after hanging out? Being this big, weird family?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s how it’ll be. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Evan says.

I nod. “Yeah, it does.”

When our drinks are gone, the others say their goodbyes and leave.

“I love our family, but I love that when they’re gone, I get to strip you naked and see if I can make you scream loudly enough that they can all hear it,” Evan purrs, pressing his lips to the racing pulse in my neck.

I laugh. “I’m not sure even I can scream loudly enough that the sound would travel miles.”

“Well, why don’t we see. I warned you I was going to be inside you all fucking night, Wild One. And I keep my promises.” Unzipping my dress, he pulls it up my body, peeling it over my hair, then discarding it to the floor.

Reaching between my thighs, he cups my sex over my panties. “Jesus, these are still wet. I fucking love that you’ve been sitting in wet, cum soaked panties all night. That you tried on wedding dresses, coated in me.”

“Evan,” I moan, lifting my hips and urging him to do more than just hold me.

“What do you need, baby?” he teases.

“You.”

“I’m yours. All fucking yours.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what? What do you want me to do?”

I can hear the amused control in his voice. He knows what I want, but he wants me to tell him. To spell it out for him until my cheeks are red and my underwear is even wetter.

“I want you to do…what you told me you would.”

“I told you I was going to fuck you all night, over and over and over, and that every time I pumped you full of my cum,you’d thank me and wear the plug that keeps me inside of you until I told you, you could take it out. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I moan, slowly rolling my hips and grinding myself against the heel of his hand.

“Then ask.”

“Evan.”

“If you want something, I want you to ask for it.”

“I want you to fuck me all night long. I want you to fill me with your cock until you explode and flood my pussy with your cum. Then I want you to force me to thank you, then make me beg you to fill me with the plug that will keep me full of you.”

“And why do you want to be plugged and full of me?” he asks, his eyes dark and full of need.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I exhale. “Because I want you to breed me, Evan. I need you to pump me full of your cum until you put a baby in me.”

“Because you’re my perfect fucking breeder, aren’t you, baby? The perfect broodmare to carry our babies. As many as I want, as often as I want, until I say we’re done.”

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