Page 50 of The First Day of Breeding Season
She laughs breathlessly. “I like the options.”
Her words break as her cunt catches on the thick, throbbing head of my cock.
“Oh, Drew.” She sucks in a shallow breath. “Um….”
“You can take it,” I promise her. “You’re such a good girl, trying so hard to get bred. Tight little pussy wants to let Daddy in, doesn’t she?”
She nods, but her brows pull together in uncertainty.
I plant my heels on the ground and roll my hips, giving her an assist.
Her eyes go wide.
“Yeah?” I exhale carefully. Holding on the raw edges of control. “You feel so good, baby. So incredible. Touch your clit for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how you touch yourself when you dream of getting bred?”
She whimpers and nods, her fingers going to where we’re joined.
“That’s beautiful,” I promise her, meaning it from the depths of my soul. “You make my balls ache, sweet girl. I can’t wait to fill you up.”
“Me…too…” She gives me a shaky smile as she takes more and more of me. “You feel good.”
“You sure?”
She nods. “It hurts a little.”
And fuck if my cock doesn’t flex at that, making her gasp.
“Sorry,” I grind out.
She wiggles her hips, pitching herself off balance.
I catch her and ease her down against my chest. “It’s okay,” I murmur. “Maybe this is all you can take today. Feels incredible to me.”
She nuzzles into my neck. “I want more, Daddy. I want it all.”
“Me, too, sweetheart.” I roll my hips, taking over with gentle thrusts into the sweetest tight heat imaginable.
Her breath hitches, warm puffs against my cheek stuttering as her body makes space for me for the first time. Her quivering thighs settle against my hips, her legs spread as wide as they can, and I tighten my arms around her body.
“That’s it,” I murmur. The warmth swirls down my length, up and down, up and down, until the heat of her body kisses my swollen, aching balls. “Brynn, I can feel you around the root of me. You did it. You took all of me.”
She sobs in relief, and I go still inside her.
“I didn’t think you’d fit,” she whispers. And then she laughs.
“I wasn’t sure it would fit in a meadow, without you having a dozen orgasms first.”
“A dozen!” She lifts her head, intrigued. “For real?”
“A guy can dream.”
“Nice dream.” She takes a deep breath and stretches on top of me like a cat…in heat.
I know I hurt her by making thatjoke earlier, but it’s fucking true.
From the inside out, Brynn is ripe to be bred. So horny, so sensual, so fucking hot I can hardly believe she’s mine.
So when she pushes herself up on my chest, her fingers digging into my hair-covered pecs, I’m not surprised that she takes over and starts riding me.
