Page 111 of Mommy

He doesn’t let me finish.

“You are beautiful. And you are kind. And you are generous. And you are strong. And you are all… Mine. You will always be mine.”

I get drunk on his words, on his praise. My mind no longer asks if he’s lying or telling the truth. My heart doesn’t care if he’s making things up or if this truly is what his mind tells him is honesty.

None of it matters when I can feel his teeth graze my skin and his lips follow the seam of my panties.

My insides clench when he inhales deeply, breathing me in like the air around him.

“You hear me, Ivory? You’ll always be mine. Mine to fuck and mine to own.” He glances up at me through his lashes and I bury my hand in his blonde hair trying to pull him closer to my face.

“Mine to breed.” Derek murmurs against my lips when his face is finally level with mine again.

“Yes.”

It’s the only word I manage while the rest of me is in knots. Yes, to everything he just said, and yes to everything he is about to do.

Reaching down, Derek pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his naked and flawless body to me.

Beautiful.

When I called him handsome earlier, I was lying. He is nothing short of beautiful.

After his shirt, his jeans follow, getting pushed down to the floor and discarded like my clothes did a moment ago. Next go his boxers. It’s all just fabric, standing in our way of getting closer to each other.

“Are you sure?” Derek says, the muscles in his jaw working as he stops, his hard cock a hair breath from my drenched panties.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

He doesn’t look at me, his eyes are glued to the spot where I soaked my underwear, his index finger peeling the fabric aside.

“Breed me.”

Green eyes snap up to meet mine.

“No going back now.”

Derek looks up as he guides the tip of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.

It sounds like a threat, but to my ears it’s the sweetest promise.

Where would I even go back to? Back to a life where I’m an inconvenience at worst? A helping hand at best? There’s nothing I want to go back to. Not today, not ever.

I moan out his name when he pushes past the initial discomfort and sinks to the hilt into me.

His arms capture my back in his embrace, making me loose touch with the marble beneath me and guiding my chest up against his.

The first thrusts are slow, getting me used to the size of him, but once I’ve loosened around him, he spirals. His movements become harder and he reaches deeper, deep enough to make me gasp every time he rubs over my insides.

“Cum with me.” He groans against my skin. “I want to feel you carry what I give you.”

I can do nothing but moan in answer, my orgasm already dancing the line from the way his abs move against my clit with every shallow thrust.

“Tell me again.” My voice is a whimper, carrying a plea against his sweat damp skin.

Derek doesn’t need explaining, his mind latching onto the bit I gave him earlier and feeding into my desire.