Bred by the MC VP Read online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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He removed his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular, heavily inked body. She pressed her thighs together to try to create some friction but he tutted. “Keep them open.” His hard voice sent a shiver of pleasure and need rushing up her spine.

She smiled and spread her legs, liking how he looked at her with hunger. In the past couple of days, Dog had gotten out of the habit of glaring at her, and she liked it. She loved how he treated her. It was magical to be the only one to know this side of the VP.

Dog wrapped his fingers around his dick, working from the root up to the tip, then back down again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip and he curled his finger, beckoning her toward him.

Sliding toward the end of the bed, she sank down to her knees on the floor.

“Open,” he demanded.

With her lips parted, he placed his cock close to her face, his hands going to her hair and wrapping it up around his fist as he slowly sank into her mouth. She moaned around his length, taking him in deeper until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a curse, pulling out but only until the thick head of him was inside.

Sliding her tongue across the slit, she tasted him and wanted more. She wanted him to spill in her mouth so she could swallow him all. Dog filled her mouth, using his grip in her long hair to guide her over his length, taking her mouth. She moaned around his huge cock and in response, he cursed and slid in deep but not too far. He always thought about her, not just himself.

“Fuck, no, I’m not going to get you pregnant coming in your mouth.” He pulled out of her and scooped her up. She landed on the bed with a jostle and within seconds, Dog was inside her, fucking her hard. The man was a machine. He grabbed her hands, pressing them to the bed, holding her in place as he worked her pussy. In and out, he pounded inside her, fucking her harder, and she took it. Wanted it. She loved the feeling of him deep inside her, joining them in the most intimate way.

His lips crashed down on hers, ravishing her mouth. The passion helped her slip away, into that beautiful place where only he could lead. He let go of her hands, gripping her hips as he took her hard and fast. Dog was her biker, her beast, and she belonged to him.

He broke from the kiss and trailed down her neck to suck on her pulse. His stubble creating sensations that had her close to orgasm just from his teases alone. She couldn’t get enough of him. For the rest of her life, she’d gladly be at his mercy, in his bed, in his life. No other man would ever do.

“You’re mine, Sable. All mine. Now and forever. I’m never going to let you go. Now come all over my cock.” He pulled out of her, spun her to her knees, and was back inside of her with his fingers stroking over her clit.

This was heaven.

****

Two months later

It didn’t take a genius to work out his woman was pregnant. At least, Dog figured it took a woman who could read all the signs and Beth had discreetly told him to go and get a pregnancy test kit as Sable was showing all the signs of being knocked up.

No period.

Sickness in the morning.

Her breasts a little sore and heavy. He’d put this down to the fact he couldn’t get enough of her. Sable was an addiction. Every single night, no matter how late, he had to be inside her. Some nights, that was how he fell asleep, with his dick balls deep inside her and his arms holding her against him, keeping her safe.

Sable had no complaints.

Only, he now held a pregnancy test kit and didn’t want to scare her.

She hadn’t complained too much about the sickness and within a couple of hours, she always seemed perfectly happy and content.

Forge came out to lean against the wall. The two of them watching their women. Sable and Beth were hanging out laundry. As always, guards were on the front and back gates. Grass had been captured by some of their nomad clan and delivered right to their door. They’d taken care of him, to make sure he’d never be able to cause them trouble in the future. Hank had been dealt with as well. They’d taken over the brothel Grass had set up, setting all the women free. The only women they put to work were the ones who wanted to be there. Making good money the only way they wanted to. So far, there was a growing number of women and the upkeep of the property was easy, plus, most of the men who frequented the club were rich, entitled assholes, which now made their life easier with all the additional information they had collected.


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