Smiling, I leave them to it, happy that the new siblings are getting along so well. I’ll admit, when I first saw Shiloh’s bear-sized dog in the breakroom, I was worried about introducing her to Tank. I rescued him from a Veterans adoption facility when I moved into this place. The animals are all rescued from war zones worldwide and sent to Vets who have been through similar experiences.
Tank was injured by an IED and lost his ability to use his back legs. His long tan hair was singed off permanently in some areas, but his skin healed well. The non-profit worked wonders on his body, but his mind still struggles. He has a lot of anxiety, which is why he spends his days with my mom when I’m at work. Though the war may have damaged his body, his spirits never once suffered. He’s a fighter and survivor. We understand each other.
After making a quick dinner of chicken, steamed broccoli, and mashed potatoes, I set everything in the oven to keep warm for when she wakes up. I try to keep myself busy, giving her space instead of laying on the bed and watching her sleep the way I want to. I last ten minutes before I find myself upstairs, hovering outside her door.
“Just leave her the fuck alone,” I growl, forcing myself to turn around seconds before barging into her room. The upstairs loft is as far as I can physically distance myself, and I decide it’s good enough as I drop down onto the couch. The cushion bounces with my weight, and something hard lands on the floor. Bending down, I pick up a small, thin electronic device.
Squinting, I turn the item over in my hands, inspecting it. I’m not a backwoods hillbilly; I know about technology. I even use a tablet on job sites. But this thing is way too small to be an iPad and too big to be a phone. Finding a tiny button on the bottom, I press it, waking the screen. Words cover the display, and it takes me a second of reading to realize it’s a book, which means this thing’s an e-reader. My mom got one for Christmas last year. I’m pretty sure she called it a Kindle.
I’ve never used one, and even though the display is black and white, the touch screen is quick and responsive. I flick through the pages, moving backward so as not to lose her place. I scan the words briefly, wanting to know what kinds of books my girl enjoys reading. I want to know everything about her.Everything.
My eyes widen when I land on a certain passage that’s highlighted with a little note attached to it. The words are graphic and borderline vulgar, but even I have to admit, they’re hot as fuck.
What is this? Porn? Goddamn, Babygirl.
The chapter is written from the main female characters’ perspective. She’s describing, in great detail I might add, the way her lover’s body looks as he undresses for her. Of course, he’s ripped, built like a Greek God, tall, and covered in tattoos. I scoff, rolling my eyes. Would it kill someone to write about a manly dude with a hairy chest and beer belly every once in a while? Where’s the dad-bod representation?
As I go on, I find that the guy, Westley, has black hair and a jaw made of stone. His eyes are blue, and in all honestly, he’s kind of a fucking asshole. I ignore all that, focusing on the story itself and the insanely detailed sex scene. I’d be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard three sentences in.
The way the author describes Westley eating out his girl’s cunt, fucking her with his fingers and tongue, devouring her like she’s his favorite meal, is hot as hell. By the time I’ve read two paragraphs, I’m pulling my dripping dick out.
Thank God this thing is so small. I can hold it with one hand and jack off with the other. It’s almost like they made it with this kinda thing in mind.
My fist slides up and down my cock slowly, using my precum as lube, while I read through the scene. She bends down, ready to take his dick in her mouth, and mine twitches in response.Fuck yeah.My heart thumps in my chest as excitement and need pool low in my gut. I come across another highlighted passage, and I smirk, wanting to know what my girl liked so much she had to save it for later.
My eyes drift across the words, taking them in as I stroke my cock.
“I don’t want to fuck your mouth, Kitten. I want your cunt,” Westley growls, his breath fanning over my face with every word. “Do you want that? My cock and my knot, so deep in you I split your pussy in half?” I moan, nodding vehemently. God, yes, I want that so bad. “Say it, Kitten. Tell me you want my knot. Tell me you want me to fill your pussy with my seed. Tell me you want me to breed you.”
I still. My hand falls from my throbbing cock as I read the passage again.
And again.
And again.
My brows furrow. What the fuck is a knot? I get the seed and breeding part. Both the words and the idea make another wave of precum spurt from my dick, but my brain keeps pausing on the knot part. Do I have one? Is that another word for cock?
I skim through the chapter, seeking out the word in hopes of an explanation. A few pages later, I find it.
“Take it, baby. Take my cock, all of it,” Wes grunts, thrusting harder into my aching pussy. Oh my god, he feels amazing. His mouth drops down to my neck, and he bites the flesh below my ear. A shiver wracks my body as anticipation fills me.
“You want me to claim you? Mate you? Are you ready for it, baby? Me and you, forever.” I nod, moaning loudly at the thought. I want it so bad. “I’m gonna keep breeding you again and again.” His thrusts pick up, and his huge dick pistons into me so deeply I can feel him against my cervix. “Keep your belly big and round with my babies. Keep you filled with my cum every fucking day for the rest of your life. You want that?”
“Yes!” I scream, my orgasm crashing into me like a tidal wave, brought on by the impact of his words. I want his babies so bad it hurts. I want him to breed me, mate me, more than anything…except— “I want your knot, Wes, please!”
“Shit,” he shouts, shoving his cock deep, forcing his thick knot past my sopping entrance. It hurts, but it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. “Shit, Jade, your pussy’s strangling me. Let me in. Take my knot. I need to fill you right the fuck now.”
I relax, letting him in. His knot enters me with a pop, locking us together seconds before he’s filling me with his hot seed.
“Take my cum, baby. All of it. I’m gonna knock you up, Jade. Fill you with so much fuckin’ cum, you’ll be pregnant by the time we’re done.” Then, his teeth are sinking into my neck. The sharp burst of pain is quickly washed out by the overwhelming euphoria of our bond snapping into place.
He's mine. Mine for life. Mine forever. Mate.
Without even touching my cock, I explode. I cum so hard, and so long it pools all over my shirt and dick. I barely stifle my groan of pleasure as my head drops onto the back of the couch. My heart’s racing, and I’m breathing heavily with the force of my orgasm. What the hell was that? Erotica? Fuck, that was like some mystical voodoo shit.
God, I think it’s safe to say I have a breeding kink.
I breathe deeply, forcing my heart rate back to normal. Ripping my shirt off, I clean up the mess and tuck my cock back into my pants. I’m pissed off at myself for cumming without Shiloh, and a wave of self-hatred washes over me, dampening my post-orgasmic bliss.Shit.