Pregnant by the Badboy – Bred on Purpose Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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“I would go anywhere with you, Jake.” he kisses me in response before rubbing his nose against mine. “I love you, Mila so fucking much it hurts. It scalds me from the inside out. Do you know how deafening it is to be burning for the one person who can turn your whole life upside down, baby? To be so insane with need and obsession that you are afraid every second of everyday that you are not with them that they will slip through your fingers and disappear? The fire burns bright, lighting my way to you, but also surrounding me, blocking my path to our destiny.” My heart is thumping, filling with more love than I have ever felt. His words are like poetry, a barely whispered sonnet but its impact is so loud it would rival any thunderstorm. He has splayed his heart open to me so I look him in his eyes and do the same.

“Yes I know Jake. That is the urgency of my love for you.” A single tear falls down my face at finally being able to let that out.

“Aww angel. You humble me.” His mouth locks with mine, tentatively and like he is savoring it for a rainy day. His tongue slides into my mouth like it is our first kiss. Moaning, I wrap my arms around his neck and spread my legs more. I can feel his hard cock between us, pointing upward, laying against my stomach leaking his white cream on me.

I feel him reach above me and then he releases my mouth. His hand comes down with a rose petal and I follow its journey down my body. He moves it against my mouth. My tongue peeks out teasing him.

His eyes become molten and low like a lion when it is stalking. He moves that petal to my nipples, its feather light touch sending pinpricks of tingles down my body. “Jake more, please.”

“Ahh look at you little girl, lying beneath me, your thighs coated in greedy girl sugar. Begging me to make you my needy little cock cave. Ah hell angel. Look at that clit winking at me, enticing me to bend down and suck her into my mouth making you scream my name. She is begging me to take that young fresh cunt and put my come in it, pushing it back in so it doesn’t leak out. Shit baby do you feel my come branding your stomach with the very same salt going in your pussy?”

“Yes. Yes I feel it. Please Jake.” His mouth begins to follow the path of the flower petal and it makes me clench the sheets bowing my back off the bed.

“I know my little dirty bitch. I know how much you want me inside of you. I can smell it. It beckons me to your snatch like catnip.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth again, moaning and biting them, a zing of sharpness flowing through my body down to my clit. My vision begins to blur and my body starts to shudder.

The petal slides down my stomach, his hand stopping to circle around my belly like he's wishing for something and that should bother me or at the very least make me pause for a moment, but right the only thing I can feel is a need unlike anything I have ever felt. “Jake, I need you, please.” I can feel him smile against my skin but he continues his expedition.

Jake slides down my body, the petal never leaving my skin and spreads the lips of my pussy. “Oh God angel, look at how pink and pretty she is. I can see your clit pulsing waiting for me, baby.” he blows on my clit causing me to gasp and buck my hips. His forearm pushes at my waist forcing me to stay on the bed. Suddenly, I feel the petals on my clit and my body becomes feverish. “That’s right my greedy bitch. It's a petal for your virgin petal.”

Over and over he glides that petal over my sopping wet pussy, torturing me and making me cry for him. Then, I feel it’s slick softness slide inside of me with this tongue on my clit and stars begin to dance in front of me. “Thats my dirty little whore, fuck this rose petal, baby. Show me that no matter what I do to you, you are going to take it and love it because it is what I want.” Holy shit how does he have this control over me? How am I on this bed, bucking my hips with a rose petal sliding in and out of me like the whore he calls me? And why is it I love it when he calls me his whore?

Before I can register it the rose petal is gone and it is replaced by his tongue. He flattens it and slides it up and down my quaking cunt. “Fuck I did it to myself. You taste like a rose and honey.” His tongue stiffens on the opening to my pussy and this is how I find out how sensitive that spot is.


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