Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

how badly you want this.”

    “ I want it so bad, Leo. I can't wait to feel you erupt inside me.” She waited, hoping he would burst. He rewarded her by picking up his speed, splaying her legs apart with the new depth he hit, but nothing more.

    “ Not good enough,” he hissed a second later. “I want to hear you beg for this come. Do you want to get pregnant with a real man's baby or not?”

    Real man. God, yes! I couldn't stop myself if I tried...

    “ Yes,” she gasped, echoing her thoughts. “Please, fill me with your seed. I'll lose my mind...lose my life if I can't have this. I'll never give it up to anyone else.”

    “ No one?”

    “ No one but you...no one else is worth it. God, please don't torture me anymore!” She begged, almost on the verge of tears again. The pleasure threatened to boil over into her second orgasm of the evening any second.

    Worse, her womb was greedy. It was quaking erratically, stuck somewhere in the murky boundary between pain and pleasure. It tilted down, circling the head of his intrusive shaft, poised to suck up whatever it spewed into her. But the wait was terrible.

    “ Get ready then,” he groaned. Leo's hips went four times faster, quicker than they had ever gone before. His iron hard pole lurched at a furious tempo and stopped at her birth canal, stabbing downward. “Here it comes, hot and ready for your fertile womb. Swallow it all!”

    She couldn't see her eyes beneath the blindfold, but they were tight and pitching every which way. Heather's vision smeared with yellow, red, black.

    Her head felt like it would burst from the enormous flames rising from her spine. Her brain became a pleasure appliance plugged into the long cord reaching up from her sex, now totally owned and controlled by her dominant lover, her donor, the man who would make her pregnant.

    Loud shrieks foamed from her throat as he came, spilling heaping globs of his semen into her womb. The rush blazed on its way in, charring her forever. No one had ever come like that in her depths, firing bursts that clung to her flesh, exploding outward and sticking. Every one of them consumed her.

    Muscles twitched and lips curled, trapped in wonderful paradise. Long minutes passed before it stopped. She couldn't move a muscle, let alone her mouth.

    Leo finally pulled away, spent and exhausted. His balls were continuing to twitch, dripping residual droplets.

    Heather pressed her legs together, desperate not to waste his seed. She wanted millions of his aggressive sperm imprisoned inside her. They had to have the best chance possible of reaching their goal, and dominating her pliant womb with his DNA the same way he had just conquered her outwardly.

    Nearly half an hour passed as they lay together. She expected him to remove her shackles, but it didn't happen.

    “ Um...aren't you going to let me go anytime soon?” She asked finally.

    “ Let you go where? You're not getting out of here until the job is finished.” His fingers coursed through her hair.

    “ What are you talking about?” Her heart began to race. The old fears previously quashed started returning, fat with worry.

    “ Exactly what I said. You're not getting out of here until I've bred you for certain. That's the way it is with my women when I've chosen my mate...”

    Heather wanted to cry out, shake her wrists in the restraints, swear at him – anything to get away, to reclaim the power he had taken. But his mouth had returned to her right breast, teasing her nipple with fierce strokes.

    All her concerns fell down the gulf opened by pleasure. She twisted her head, feeling her brain roll.

    Ahhh! I don't know if he'll ever let me out of here. If this is any indication of what's to come, I won't care at all...at least not now.

    They were the last coherent thoughts before he mounted her again. When he occupied her slick warmth, melding their bodies into one, her worries vanished in a cherry red blaze as passion overrode everything