Page 25 of Well Bred

Her half laugh devolves into panting when I nudge my tip just into her opening. “This what you want? Huh? You want this fat cock inside you? You want to be bred?”

“Oh, god. I can’t… Don’t…”

I pull slightly away. “Just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No!” She grabs my arms with both hands, hard. “No. Stay. Do…what you need to.”

“Good.” I dip down and tease her some more. “That’s good. You’re so fucking good, Kit.”

She shivers at those words. I save that little tidbit for later.

“You ready?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Good. Good. Just…stay just like that.” I line up with her opening and press in, slowly.

She pants, light and quick. I pause. “You all right?”

“Yeah.”

Does she realize she’s holding me? One hand on my shoulder, the nails of her other pressed into my back. I want those hands everywhere.

“So goddamn good,” I tell her, trying with difficulty to press in.

She’s gone stiff as a board.

“Breathe, Kit.”

“Oh.Oh, sorry.”

I pull back and give it another try. Not quite wet enough. Shit. “I don’t want this to hurt.”

“It’s fine.”

“Mind if I use spit?”

Can’t tell from her shaky inhale if she likes the idea or not, but her whispered, “Fine,” is consent enough. Putting my weight on one arm, I spit in my hand, reach down and coat my dick with it, then do it again.

This time, when I line myself up and push in, I slide easier. Not as well as I would if I’d made her come first, but it’ll do.

I nudge deeper. “You feel that?”

“Oh, god. Oh, oh…” I feel her little whimpers in my cock, my balls, in my chest, where there’s no reason for any of this to reside.

“Yeah. Fuck.” Finally, I bottom out. “You feel how deep I am?”

She whimpers, clenching around me.

“You take my cock so nice. Don’t you, good girl?”

“Please, Jake, I don’t…”

“I’m gonna come in this pussy. Fill it up.”

Another sound, this one lost, and her hand clenches in my shirt, twists it up.

“You want that, Kit?”