Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Trembling, I turn away from the locker and make my way out into the hallway of Club Z. It’s deserted, thank goodness, and I begin to make my way quietly down the corridor back to Amanda’s office, when suddenly, an iron hand clamps around my upper arm. I spin around in shock, and unfortunately, it’s Ed himself.
“Mr. Ventura,” I gasp as my heart races. “What are you doing?”
The handsome man snarls.
“I could ask you the same question, sweetheart. Now, why don’t we have a little talk?”
Dumbly, I nod as he pulls me into an adjoining room. He seats me on a couch and then pins me with a look. The man’s terrifyingly handsome, like a warrior-god come to life with his broad shoulders and penetrating blue gaze.
“Talk, Kimber,” he commands in a harsh tone. “I want to hear it.”
I open my lips, but what could I possibly say? That I wanted it? That I begged to be bred? That the three on one was one of the best experiences of my life, even if the mask slipped? My mouth opens and closes like a dying fish, but Ed’s piercing stare doesn’t relent. The alpha male’s demanding an explanation … and I have no choice but to find one.
8
Ed
What the fuck is she doing? Why would a gorgeous co-ed like Kimber Grange attend a breeding party, allowing three men free use of her curves while sucking and kissing her big tits? Why did she want us to deposit our seed inside her steaming snatch, while crying and moaning with pleasure as she came? Even now, I can see how luscious the young woman is. Those big breasts tremble as she stares up at me, and the pink flicker of her tongue drives me crazy. I want her to suck my shaft again … before I put it in her ass once more.
But I need answers, and I pin her with a glare.
“What the fuck were you doing? Why are you even here?”
Kimber takes a deep breath before answering.
“I could ask the same of you, Mr. Ventura.”
I snort.
“I’m an adult male, Kimber. I do what the fuck I please, and I’ve been a member of Club Z for a long time now. But what do you get out of it? You don’t even get paid for this shit! Don’t tell me you want to get pregnant.”
Kimber stares back at me, her brown eyes wide.
“It may surprise you, but I do want to get pregnant.”
I come to a full stop.
“Aren’t you in college though?”
She nods.
“Coleman University, but it doesn’t fulfill me. I’m not interested in my classes, and academics has never really been my thing. You know I was really into cheerleading back at Hooper High, not to mention French society and Italian language exchange.”
I nod, my eyes still fixed on that curvy body.
“But why do you want to get pregnant so badly, sweetheart? You have your whole life ahead of you! You don’t have to participate in a breeding party where three anonymous dudes pleasure your holes in the hopes of impregnation.”
Kimber merely shrugs again, looking away with her delicate jaw set.
“It’s just what I want. Like I said, I’m not really into school, and I’ve always wanted to be a young mom. Club Z was okay with it, and so I showed up tonight. You liked it too,” she says, swiftly turning to face me. “You had a good time in there, Mr. Ventura, so don’t go pointing fingers now.”
I sigh while taking a seat across from the curvy girl.
“Yes, but I’m an adult, honey. You understand the difference, right? You’re all of what? Eighteen? Nineteen?”
Kimber shrugs.
“I’m twenty, and a sophomore at school. It’s fine. I know what I’m doing.”
I just barely stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Sweetheart, when I was twenty, I was banging girls left and right, hoping that I wasn’t getting anyone pregnant. I don’t understand why you’re so dead-set on being a mother!”
Kimber merely shrugs again like it’s no big deal.
“It’s just what I want,” she says in a low voice. “Babies are cute, and I’d be a good mom.”
Clearly, this talk isn’t working. The young woman’s being obtuse, and it’s like speaking to a brick wall.
“Tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours,” I coax. “There must be something else driving you to offer yourself up for a breeding session. What is it? Did you just go through a bad break-up? Did some boy at school break your heart?”
Kimber casts me a disdainful look.
“For your information, no and no. No one broke my heart, and I’m totally fine. Thanks for asking.”
I do roll my eyes this time. Adolescents can be so rude, and yet I’m determined to get to the bottom of this story.
“What happened then?” I ask in a low voice. “You can tell me, honey. Nothing is wrong or off-limits, and I won’t blame you for anything. I just want to know, that’s all.”