Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5) - Page 48

“Both.” Saying it out loud brought her close to boiling, her core simmering with desperation. “Kiss me.”

When his mouth finally came down on hers, she melted, a huge sense of relief washing over her. The kiss was sweet and gentle and loving. Then his big hand cupped her ass and squeezed. She ran her hand over his jeans, finding his cock rock-hard. Excitement leaped inside her, knowing he wouldn’t avoid her another night. Her body ached for what he alone could give her.

“Just because I love fucking you doesn’t mean you’re a toy.”

“I know that, Forge.” She squeezed his erection through his pants. “Should we go to our room?”

He paused, looking around, then smirked. “We haven’t christened the forge.”

Her pussy pulsed from just the suggestion. “What if someone comes in?”

“They wouldn’t dare. This place is off-limits to everyone but me.”

She kissed the side of his neck, breathing him in. “I’m in here.”

“You’re an exception.” He tugged her shirt up over her head and released the snap on her bra. Her tits felt heavy, and a desperate wanton energy made her pussy throb harder.

There was a roof over the forge and high perimeter walls, but the fresh air flowed in, making her nipples pebble. She remembered what Hound had said about Forge taking women in the ass. It had been on her mind for weeks because the idea of anal sex both intrigued and terrified her. She wanted to belong to Forge one hundred percent, to give him every part of herself. It was important that old memories be replaced with new ones.

She held one of her breasts up for him. He leaned in and suckled as much as he could take in his mouth. Her eyes lolled back in her head, pleasure streaking through her.

“I’ve missed these tits.”

“They’re all yours, every inch of my body belongs to you. Claim what’s yours, Forge. All of me.”

He slid off his stool and cleared off the low gun table. After yanking off his t-shirt, he placed it on the wooden surface and hoisted her up to sit on it. His warm bare skin and hard muscles made her wild with need. She ran her hands all over every inked inch from the cords of muscle on his shoulders to his massive biceps. He was perfect.

“Touch me,” she begged. “I’m hot all over.”

“You’ll have to wait, baby.”

“What?” Beth couldn’t wait.

“You want me to claim all of you? You know what that means.”

Yes, she knew he’d pick up on that. That was the plan. She just didn’t want to ask for anal by name. As much as it piqued her curiosity, she was also terrified because his cock was so big. “I’m scared,” she admitted.

“That’s because you have a little virgin ass. But you’re tougher than you look. Soon you’ll be begging for it.” He winked and motioned for her to stay put and wait for him.

As Forge returned, she watched every muscle in his body flex as he walked. The man was a work of art. And all hers. He set down a tube of lube beside her on the table with a small bag, and her heart raced.

This was actually going to happen.

He’d teased her asshole numerous times, always telling her she’d give it to him willingly one day. Beth never thought she’d actually follow through, but she trusted Forge not to hurt her. And wanted this to happen.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, watching him intently.

“First, I’m going to fuck this beautiful pussy.” He yanked her to the edge of the table, unbuckled, and within seconds, filled her with his cock. She gasped, the sudden fullness making her forget everything but the raw pleasure coursing through her. “Nice and wet. You’re always ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Oh, God…” She forgot how sex with Forge felt. It was like transcending to another plane of existence.

He held her hips and thrust hard, filling her over and over again. Beth wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on as he fucked her. By the time she was close to orgasm, slipping away into that blissful state, he pulled out.

“Forge?” She gasped, barely able to catch her breath. “Don’t stop.”

“Time for me to claim my ass.” He grabbed the tube of lube and helped her off the table. All she wanted was the orgasm he’d just stolen, her pussy achy and empty.

“Relax for me, Beth.” He turned her around and pressed down on her back. Her breasts flattened against the low wooden table. She heard the spurt of lube, then his cool, moist fingers pressed into her tight asshole. The sudden penetration burned and she began to panic. The hand against her back held her in place, and his deep voice soothed away her fears. “Relax, baby. Push back against my fingers. Don’t hold your breath.”

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