Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)
“Such a good girl. You have no idea how much you turn me on.” He shifted in his seat, more uncomfortable by the second. “Now put on that pink number.”
He couldn’t wait to fuck her, fill her with his seed, and bring a new generation into the fray. Her body was made for breeding. Just the thought nearly put him over the edge. He wasn’t used to controlling his beast. He took what he wanted when he wanted it.
Beth was his little treasure.
She slid the lingerie over her curves, pulling and pinching it into place. There wasn’t much to it, but she looked hot as hell. Her nipples were covered and the small dusting of hair between her legs was hidden. There wasn’t much else left to his imagination.
“Oh, we’ll be taking that one,” he said. “Give me a little spin, baby.”
She did as told, turning around for his inspection.
He stood up, groaning as his cock pressed tight against his zipper. Forge reached the wall near the checkout and picked out a few choice toys. He set them down on the counter. Then he used a curled finger to beckon her closer.
“Know what these are?”
“I think so. Well, not that one,” she said, pointing at the butt plug.
He squeezed some lube from a new tube on the counter onto his finger. “Lean over,” he said, pressing her against the counter. Forge kissed her bare shoulder, then trailed individual kisses up her neck. Simultaneously, he used the lubed finger to tease her asshole, caressing, rimming the tight little hole.
She gasped, her hands curling into fists. As he slowly slid his finger deep into her ass, she let out a series of desperate moans. He held his finger in place and whispered in her ear. “This is mine, too. Every inch of this body belongs to me.”
“Forge…”
“That toy goes right here. It’ll help prepare you for my cock.” He carefully slid his finger out, using the wet wipes to clean up. “That’ll be later, though. When you’re ready.”
She hadn’t moved, still leaning in place, her tits pressed against the wooden stand.
“Turn around.”
She did as told but attempted her cover herself with her arms. He shook his head.
Forge moved the thin pink straps to the side, exposing her breasts. He licked his lips. “Why would you hide these from me? You’re my fantasy turned reality, Beth. I want to drown in these tits.” He held her sides and he lower to one knee in front of her. Her nipples were big, dusky pink, and aroused. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and she let out a stuttering gasp.
He suckled her entire areola into his mouth, savoring the feel of her. Cradling her tits in his hands, he held them up so he could lavish both with this tongue and mouth.
“I want these in my face every morning, baby girl. Feed these to me and I’ll be a happy man.”
She combed her fingers into his hair and her eyes glazed over. The fear was gone. The insecurities vanishing as her lust continued to spiral higher and higher. He could feel her desire, her need, and savored it
“I’m a deep sleeper,” she muttered. “You’ll be up before me.”
“Then I’ll wake you up with my tongue in your pussy. Would you like that?”
She nodded without hesitation, her eyes now closed and head tossed back.
He rose to his feet, suckling her neck and teasing the erogenous zones around her ear. With his free hand, he teased her clit, rubbing her in vigorous circles. She was so fucking wet.
“Fuck me, Forge. Please,” she panted.
He chuckled. “You have less willpower than me? That’s dangerous, sweetheart. I’m not fucking you now, just playing.”
“It’s not nice to tease.”
“You know what this one is?” He held up a vibrating dick.
She bit her lip and gave a little nod. Forge ripped it from its packaging and turned it on the lowest setting. It wouldn’t take much to get her off when she was this far gone. He held under her shoulders and hoisted her up to sit on the countertop.
“Spread your legs. Nice and wide.”