I roll my hips, enjoying the way we slide so beautifully with all the fluids we’ve shared. A shiver trickles down my spine when I recall his use of the wordbreeding. I rock my hips to make his cock slide in and out of me, but I love the feel of it so much, I force myself to settle down before I get too carried away. “You really fantasize about getting me pregnant?” I ask, suspecting I may be afflicted by the same desire.
“Constantly,” he says with a dreamy twinkle is his eye. “It’sonlyfantasy, though. You’re young, and obviously, this sneakingaround could only last a few months if I bred you for real. As much as I’d love to see your belly swell with my child, the second anyone else saw you that way, I’d be run out of town, you’d be locked in a tower, and we wouldn’t get to do this anymore,” he says, rolling me over and making love to me slowly and sweetly. “We’ll just have to have a bunch of imaginary babies.” His cock jerks inside me and he fucks into my slurping depths with long, full thrusts, making us both moan. “I fucking love the feel of you bred, Cadence Malone.”
I rock with him and nod. “Me too. A lot. I’m going to want you to do this all the time. I need this feeling in my life.”
“That’s good, because I’m about to fill you again,” he says, picking up his pace.
I spread myself wider for him. “Do it,” I pant, egging him on as I meet his every thrust. “Make us imaginary twins or something.”
“Cady.” He gasps and grunts and tenses all over before surging forward and adding to his mess until I’m overflowing again. “Fuck.”
Daryl cleanedme up as best he could at the library, but it didn’t stop me from creating a big, damp mark on the back of my skirt on the way home. I had to be mindful of how I stood the whole time I was relieving Michelle of her duties, which took forever and wasnoteasy, but I did enjoy the thrill of having a dirty little secret. I felt like a smug, sexy bitch the whole time, and I’m not sorry for a second of it, but I am in desperate need of a shower — and since Daryl has insisted he wants to give it to me, he’s been stuck, contorted in the trunk of my car for longer than must be pleasant.
When I eventually free him, I wince at the sound of his groan as he stretches himself out again. “Sorry. She had a lot of questions about the digital catalog, but I got her away as fast as I could,” I swear. “If it makes you feel better, she’s offered to stay an extra two hours on library days, while I’m getting the bulk of the books entered into the system.”
He raises his eyebrows and looks me up and down with a look of appreciation. “That does make me feel better. But know that I would suffer way more uncomfortable places than the trunk of your car if it meant I get to be with you.”
I dip my head and try not to glow too much with giddiness at that praise, but it does make me give a happy little sway. “Thank you.”
His smile grows, and he lunges toward me, capturing me in a huge hug. “And well done on accepting my compliment. It means a lot to me.” He gives my ass a squeeze, smashing the cool, wet cum stain on my skirt fabric to my bare skin beneath.
Daryl stills, pats his hand around my damp rear, and then spins me around so he can assess the situation. He groans like he’s in pain and twirls me like a ballerina back to face him. “You were in there chatting away all natural, while you were sporting this indecent badge of honor?”
“Mmhm,” I say with a proud smile.
He kisses my forehead, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder. “We’ll check your mom’s okay, and then it’s shower time for dirty girls who spread their legs for filthy old ass-fuckers.”
I giggle. “Mom’s fine. And if you keep making me feel this good, I’ll be spreading mycheeksbefore long,” I promise him.
He swears and turns back toward the car with me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, kicking my legs. “Can I not say that?”
He gives a throaty laugh. “You can say whatever the fuck you want, Cadence Malone. But just know what your sweet, sassy mouth does to me.” He lays me on the hood of my car, shoves my skirt up around my hips, and muscles his way between my legs. He pins me open, thrusts his denim-clad cock at my dripping pussy, and kisses me until my breath has been wholly stolen.
I wrench my head sideways, gasp for air, and thrust right back, loving the way he somehow makes me feel powerful and powerless all at once. How does he make me want him again so soon? Before I’m ready for him to move away, he pulls back, and I utter a disappointed whimper as he walks around the car.
Dizzy and disoriented, I start to sit up.
“Stay right where you are,” he warns from somewhere behind me. “I left something in the trunk.”
He returns with the black velvet box of ass plugs, flips open the lid and runs his fingertips over the collection, as if selecting his toy of choice. My heart races as I wait on the edge of delight, because I am a fan of the whole ass-play thing. Daryl was right about it making everything feel incredible.
I watch his selection process with interest.
Surely, he’ll pick the little one? Or am I ready to graduate to the next size up? His choosing finger passes both of those by, and my heart flutters in my chest. He pulls out the one that’s about twice the girth of the one I had in my ass earlier.
My kitty gives a joyful anticipatory squeeze, and I hold my breath as he collects a sachet of lube from the kit. “Am I ready for that one?” I ask in a whisper.
Daryl meets my wide-eyed gaze. “You tell me.”
I look at the plug again. It looks a lot smaller in his big hand. I think I could handle it. Shit, who am I kidding? I think I’llenjoyit.
I give him a nod, and his eyes sparkle.
“Slide your feet to the ground and turn around,” he instructs.
I do as I’m told and stand facing my windshield while my heart gallops in my chest.
