Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

Forge chuckled without humor. “You’re not my boss, but it just so happens, yes, I’m going to tell them all, but what do you think it’s going to do? Sable’s going to be trapped here with a family that put her in the hospital. You may think you’ve won and all is resolved but it’s not. Not by a long shot, Dog.”

Dog left the office, knowing in his gut he’d fucked up. Sure, the got the evidence they needed, but it hadn’t been clean. Forge had been backpedaling from the moment he’d made the call at the party, and it wasn’t how his prez wanted it to go.

He didn’t talk to anyone as he made his way upstairs. No one had seen him sneak Sable into his room, and Forge had certainly put a harsh reality on what was going to have to happen.

Entering his bedroom, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. She’d changed out of the dress and wore one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Is everything okay?”

She was way too sweet for him.

“Yeah, everything is good.”

“Then why do you look so angry?”

He went to her, cupping her face, pushing her hair away. She’d cleaned all that makeup off of her face and she looked like Sable again. His woman. Always his. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“What for?”

“The shit I said at the party about you being cozy with them.”

“I was never cozy. I hated it, Dog.”

He pressed his lips to hers, silencing her protest. “Don’t. You don’t need to explain anything. I’m a fucking hothead, okay? I know you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I don’t deserve you. You should tell me to fuck off and never touch you again.”

She smiled and he saw the tears glistening in her eyes. “I wouldn’t do something like that. It does hurt when you think I could so easily betray you, but I couldn’t live without you.” She put her hand on his chest. “I want to be with you forever.”

He hadn’t felt her in a long time. He needed to know she was his in every single way.

Pushing his jacket back off his shoulders, he helped her to her feet. He pulled off her shirt, tossing it on the bed. There were still a couple of bruises dotting her flesh and he hated every one of them.

“I wanted to be the one to carry you, baby. To protect you. To love you.”

She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him. “It was only ever you I wanted.” She moaned as he stroked a finger down her body, grazing across her hip then down to push the shorts off her body.

He wanted her completely naked for him.

She gripped the edge of his shirt, peeling it up off his body and throwing it to one side.

Naked. Chest to chest, he pulled her close, feeling her soft curves against him. Sliding his hand down her back, he went to her ass and cupped her flesh.

“I need to mark you, Sable. Make you mine. Tonight, I’ve got to claim you.”

“Please, Dog. I want you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

He lifted her up and placed her down in the center of the mattress. Stepping away, he walked to the bottom of the bed. “Spread those legs for me.” She did so, watching him. “Wider.” He let out a groan. Her pussy was slick, ready for him. Her virgin pussy. All he needed to do was step forward and take. Feel her tight cunt sliding over his thick cock. He wanted her. Instead, he held back. “Touch yourself. You’re not allowed to come. Play with your pussy. Show me how much you really want me.”

He removed his jeans, dropping them to the floor. His cock sprang free. Wrapping his fingers around the length, he worked it up and down. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip and he used it to rub down his whole cock.

She dipped her fingers between her slit, moving up and down before sliding up to touch her clit. Her moans echoed in the air and he groaned. Fisting himself even harder, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her raw, slamming in balls deep, but instead, he kept himself in check, holding himself back. The sounds of her arousal increased and it only served to heighten his.

Kneeling on the bed, he continued to watch her—the way her lips parted, the flush on her cheeks, the wanton desire in her eyes. “Don’t stop.” He moved in closer and breathed in her scent. His mouth watered. Pressing his face against her pussy, he licked from her clit, sliding across her fingers as he got a taste of her. She gasped but followed his instructions, not stopping.

Good. He didn’t want her to stop.

Gripping her thighs, he held her open as he tongued her pussy. Flicking over her clit, going down to her entrance, back up again, and tasting her, drawing out her pleasure.

“Please, Dog,” she said, moaning.