Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) Read Online Free Page A

you're going to be, little Lori.
Right...about... now. ”
    I didn't know how he did it, but he did. My
face contorted and the fireball that had been building for the last
few minutes burst at my center.
    The heatwave washed over me, swift and honey
sweet. I came, twisting my face up to the wooden canopy above and
screaming for all I was worth.
    A few seconds in, his free
hand covered my lips. Smiling, he uttered a long shhhhh.
    Being restrained like this did the
unthinkable. I came harder still, thrashing against his fingertips,
thrusting my hips at him so hard I secretly hoped they would slip
inside me and pierce my virgin opening.
    He nuzzled my neck, showering me in a new
tongue bath. My eyes bulged beneath his tight pressed hand.
    It was the strangest contrast in my life.
I'd never had anything so devilishly sweet wracking my body, but at
the same time, I'd never wanted anything more.
    I wanted Mr. Oliver to ravage me. I wanted
him to fuck me as deep and hard as his mouth and fingers. I wanted
him to brand me red with his palms, and then mark me from the
inside out with his hot magma, his foundry seed.
    His seed. Oh, fuck!
    My lips went wild against his palm. Orgasm
went into overdrive. Obscenities blistered up inside me and burst
against his flesh, unheard, things I wouldn't dare say in my Mom's
house or even to my worst enemies.
    One last gasp and I was done. Finally.
    I collapsed against him and he let me fall.
His hands went to each side of my head and he stared at me,
amusement swaying in his eyes.
    I saw a tenderness that seemed wholly
uncharacteristic for this man. When he kissed me again, softly like
a civilized lover, I wanted to cry.
    “ There. I never thought
you'd enjoy me stifling your screams so much. Believe me, little
Lori, I would've loved to hear every one of them. But we can't risk
waking Flynn right now.”
    “ Oh.” So, his actions had
a purpose beyond brute pleasure. “I'm sorry, Mr. Oliver. I
should've taken your son into consideration.”
    “ Don't be. In the future,
we might have to find you a gag, or else change locations. Think
you can keep it together for now?”
    “ Why?” I asked, tilting my
head.
    “ Because I'm not done with
you yet.”
    My eyes opened fully and my lips pressed
tight. I couldn't say anything as he dropped, moaning softly as his
hands caressed my overly sensitive nipples.
    He went lower, lower, until his kisses
stamped the top of my right thigh. They curled up, a little higher,
aiming straight for the waning fire at my center, fully intent on
fanning it back to life.
    My lips became a tight O the second his
tongue landed on my clit. And I cinched it smaller, firmer, losing
control of my breath as his tip circled my nub.
    Vibrating and swaying, his delicious strokes
washed over me with wild abandon. Briefly, he sank lower, letting
it explore the velvety opening to my body, teasing each side of my
folds with pinprick magic.
    Needle like energy sailed
up my spine. I gushed from above and below, spilling my cream into
his mouth as my sudden gasps puffed in the air.
    It didn't take a lot to get me going, but it
had always taken a mountain to keep the momentum after I came
whenever I toyed with myself.
    Not now. My body gorged itself on the
endless ecstasy offered by his tongue. Before I knew it, I was
careening headfirst toward orgasm again.
    The mattress beneath us became an unsettled
wave, lifting me higher, tuned to the zigzags decrees of his
tongue, his lips. My thighs closed over his strong shoulders.
    I surrendered to the white hot blaze
flickering over my eyes. My second explosion was hotter than the
first, and so much more demanding.
    Every muscle tensed in gratifying agony,
then convulsed in triumph. The spasms wracked my whole body,
turning everything from head to toe into one long clenching,
sucking, squirming mass.
    Mr. Oliver didn't stop as I hardened and
went into a miniature coma underneath his tongue. His laps circled
faster still, strumming my center,