Page 43 of Cracked Foundation

She shakes her head again, her eyes dropping to my throbbing cock that’s now turned an angry shade of red.Ginger problems. I quickly look back up at the road. The full moon shines brightly, lighting up the road and casting a warm, white glow over the trees.

“I don’t want to swallow your cum,” she murmurs, her voice sounding nervous. My brows pinch. “I—I want—”

She breaks off, but I need to hear her words. If she says what I think she’s about to say, I’ll die. Straight up, keel over. “Say it,” I grunt, my fist collaring her throat roughly.That’s new.

“I want you to do what you said earlier,” she pants. “I want you to cum inside me.”God-fucking-damn it. Just hold out, Logan. You’ll be home in your bed in five fucking minutes.“I want you to breed me, Daddy.”

Nope. Absolutely not. Can’t do it.

The car jerks to the side as I pull over. The tires bump along over the thick brush and gravel. Shiloh sits up quickly, her eyes raking over the road as if she’s checking for trouble. “What’s wr—”

“Get out!” I snap, tugging my jeans up to cover my ass. I leave my aching cock out, unable to shove the hard-as-steel appendage back in my pants. Her head swivels in my direction, her mouth gaping open in shock or confusion. Probably both. “Out!”

My door flies open, and I practically throw myself from the truck, slamming the door behind me. I can’t wait. Need her. Need her now. I round the hood, finding her slowly sliding from her seat. She looks terrified.

Can’t have that. Ever.

“Need you, Babydoll. Can’t wait.” I snarl. Fuck, I sound like a caveman.

I charge forward, picking her up. My hands gripping her round, juicy ass. God, it’s like a Georgia peach. Ripe and ready for the taking. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I need her cunt so full of me and my cum that she won’t be able to walk for a week without feeling me inside her.

“Logan!” she cries, her hands grappling with my shoulders. I yank the hatch of my truck down and drop her on it. I say nothing as I rip my heavy coat off and bundle it up, creating a makeshift pillow.

I may be about to destroy her like a beast, but she’s still my princess.

I lay the thick material down behind her and gently press her back until she’s lying flat. Then, I’m tearing her pants down her thick hips and thighs. I need another taste. I could live off her sweet nectar. I’ve been dying for more since the other day.

“Shit,” she cries as her bare ass hits the cold metal. I should stop. Should wait. Should take my time with her, worship her in front of the fireplace like she deserves. I should, and I will…later.

“Let me have you, Shiloh,” I groan, parting her thighs the best I can with her tight jeans keeping her legs trapped together. I don’t want her to be cold. Otherwise, I’d have her naked. “I need to taste you.”

“You wh—oh God!” her words break off as I descend on her, eating her like the starving creature I am.

My thumbs open her up, giving me access to her dripping cunt. She’s so wet; it’s leaking down her thighs. My tongue lashes out, cleaning up every bit of her honey, not wanting to waste a single drop. I shove a finger inside her sopping entrance, curving to find her g-spot as I latch onto her clit, sucking it hard. Her ass arches off the truck bed. She spears her fingers through my messy hair as an orgasm barrels through her in record time.

“Logan!” she screams. My hand slaps the outside of her thigh in a warning. The flesh jiggles beneath my palm, and my cock throbs in response. How it hasn’t fallen off from the cold is beyond me, but I guess it’s holding out, knowing it’ll be wrapped in her hot cunt soon. “Daddy,” she moans, correcting her mistake.

Fuck. Yes.

I thrust in a second finger, fucking her pussy roughly, and prolonging her pleasure. Releasing her clit, I scissor my fingers back and forth before pushing in a third. It’s a tight fit.

“Take it,” I growl. She squeals, pressing her thighs together like she’s trying to escape me. She won’t. She’s stuck with me for life. Again, she tries to push me away. “I have to stretch your tight cunt, Babydoll. You want my cock, don’t you? I’m too big. I’ll hurt you,” I coo, twisting my hand to make sure she’s good and ready for me.

I’m not one to brag, especially about dick size, because frankly, I could care less, but her pussy is small, and I’m a big man.

Shiloh reaches her hand down and surprises me when she tugs my fingers out. Sitting up, she shakes her head. “No, don’t. I like it.”

“Like what?” I grunt, confusion pressing in on my lust haze as I try to piece together her meaning.

Shiloh scoots forward, pushing me back as she slides from the truck. Her hand drops down, squeezing my hard cock, jerking me roughly. My body jolts, and my dick twitches. “I like the stretch. I want you to split me in half.”

Like a tidal wave, memories of her books, and her highlighted quotes, come flooding back in. The knot, the pain-filled pleasure. She wants to struggle to take my thick cock and fuck if I don’t wanna feel her stretching around me.

Shiloh smiles coyly as she turns around and bends over the hatch, presenting herself to me. They did that shit in the books too. She’spresentingfor her alpha, and suddenly, I feel like a primal beast ready to rut into his mate.

Goddamn, I can see why shifter porn is so popular. I get it now.

The golden skin of her juicy ass glows under the moonlight, looking like every wet dream I’ve ever had, come true. Shiloh looks over her shoulder and whispers, “Breed me, Daddy.”


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