Page 138 of Bad Seed
He’s close and fighting with everything he has. To control himself. To protect me.
The sweat glistening on his brow, the clench in his jaw, the snarl on his lips.
He wants to cum in me with everything inside of him. But he needs to protect me more.
“I love you,” I whimper, collapsing into a throbbing, bucking orgasm. My vagina cinches onto his cock twice before he yanks himself out.
“Thank fucking god,” he cries out. With his hand clenched to the base, he erupts all over my bodice. Cum drenches the red silk until a river of cream reaches my tits. A heaving, shaking Aubry bends down and sucks off the dollop that touched me bare skin. As he does, I draw my fingers up his cock.
It’s softening, but it never fully deflates like a normal man’s. The perks of a man with cell walls.
The lips on my breast turn into teeth, sucking and nibbling. I tug on the pliant skin, encouraging the hardening core at the center. A hundred filthy thoughts race through my mind. Every place he could take me, every hole he could fuck.
Mussed dark hair shifts. His attempted hickey is forgotten as he stares at me with wondrous brown eyes. “There isn’t a day that passes where I’m not fucking amazed you’re mine.” He holds my cheek, teasing my red lips with his thumb. “I love you.”
I tip my head up to kiss him.
“And I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be on your hands and knees begging…”
“For mercy?” I ask, my body quaking at his promise.
A mischievous smile softens his hard face. Aubry locks his arms under my voluptuous ass. He hefts me into his arms, trading kisses even as he says, “For more. For all of me. For all of this to never fucking end.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
Holding me safe, he walks us toward the door and the hundreds of options around the apartments. But, for a second, he pauses and stares back. Just as I start to nuzzle his neck and lick up his scruff, Aubry bounds back into the kitchen. I spin around as he picks up the eggplant—now throughly soaked.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask.
He flips on the garbage disposal and chucks the eggplant down the sink. It whips around in the drain like a wild cock before slowly grinding down to a nub. Aubry watches with a cold eye—the man who protects his people with a viciousness that would scare lions. It’s both terrifying and hot as fuck.
As the little stem of the eggplant is chewed to nothing, he gazes down at his work and smiles. “Keeping order,” he says. After flipping off the garbage disposal, he kisses me hard and runs us toward the bedroom.
There’s one hard rule in Crudité—the only eggplant allowed in the whole place is the one that comes between my thighs…and on my tits.
