Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Chapter Four

Becker

Iam getting out of my own damn way.

Plan was to go to the bakery this morning intending to sweep Bria off her cute little feet. Throw her curvy body over my shoulder to get her here and breed her before I put a ring on her finger. I spent last night sitting outside her place, thinking about having her in my bed, having her beneath me, being deep inside of her.

No sooner had I gotten here and showered, and she’s at my front door with a treat. Bria did not come all this way to bring me some damn bread. In the gray shimmer of the morning, I see it in her pretty eyes. How I missed it for all this time, I’m not sure. Damned if it’s not shining in her eyes as she presses her soft body against mine in need.

“Little tired of the lies, darlin’,” I rasp as her full tits rub against my chest, her stiff nipples making my dick leap as if they’re talking to him.

“Lies? You don’t love my bread, Becker?”

Her teeth sink into her plump lower lip, and I groan. My hands grasp her hips to haul her against me hard. Bria gives a soft little gasp as my cock notches between her thick thighs, showing how hard I am for her, how turned I am by her breathing, her scent, and the shimmer in her eyes showing me she wants me too. And that cute, sassy fucking mouth of hers.

“Oh, honey, I love your bread. All day, Bria, I think about you baking, about you feeding me that sweet walnut bread you make. Sitting on my lap, in your cute pink apron,” I pause, waiting a beat to see if she is with me. Seeing she is, her chest heaving, her pupils huge, her thighs trembling, I go on. “Full of me, full of my cum, begging to be bred by me.”

“Oh,” her pink mouth forms an ‘o’ as her cheeks flush.

Grinning, I lower my head, brushing my lips over the heated flesh. Bria sighs, tilting her head back. My fingers sink into her hips, and I lift her atop her jeep. Watching her eyes, I grasp her knees, pushing them open. That little gasp comes again, but she wants this too.

Taking the basket from her, I set it beside her. Still holding her gaze, speaking without words, I slide my hands up her thighs, beneath the skirt of her dress. Bria watches me as my fingertips hook in her lace panties. I pause before she nods, even lifting her hips, granting me permission.

“Do you ever think it too, honey? Me deep inside you, getting my seed where it belongs. Getting my woman bred so the entire world knows she’s mine. Do you ever think about me filling you with my tongue and my fingers and my cock?”

“Yes!” she whisper shouts as I bend to kiss at her thighs between my filthy words, pushing her dress up as her panties dangle off one ankle.

Pulling back, I let my gaze fall at last, a groan ripping out of me when I see her bare, wet, pink pussy. I push at her knees more and she whimpers as I bare the swollen clit, the glistening slit, and her little hole, so little and so ready for me to fill it. Reaching down, I pull my stiff cock out of my jeans. How am I about to get what I was only just dreaming about?

Yeah, I was about to jerk off when I saw her sitting out here. I almost wish I hadn’t noticed her, so I could have given her a show. Because when I come now, it is her name on my lips. Even thinking about her big doe eyes watching me jerk my dick as I tell her how bad I want her, how good she will feel wrapped tight around me, makes my dick weep.

“You were watching me. Would it turn you on if you got to watch me jerking off, thinking about how I was about to waste my cum when it belongs inside you?”

“Yes, Becker, yes,” she pants, her thighs trembling beneath my hands. “I wanted to watch you. Sometimes when I touch myself, I wish you were there to watch, to tell me what to do to make myself come for you.”

Smirking against her thigh as I bend my head, I nod. I have heard her come before, on nights I was brazen enough to go to her window. I won’t tell her that yet. I don’t want to scare her with how deep my obsession runs. I kiss a path up her thighs, moving over her pussy to kiss down the other thigh. I almost laugh when she whimpers and twists her hips, offering her pretty pussy to me.

“Be a good girl, honey, I want a taste,” I hum, noticing the basket.

Reaching in, I tear off a piece of the bread, taking a small bite. Watching her flushed face, I bring the piece between her legs, letting it soak up her juices. Bria gasps as she watches me devour the sticky bread sweetened by her arousal. Tearing off a larger piece, I push it inside her. Shoving the soaked bread in my mouth, I grunt at her taste, mixing with the delicious, fresh bread.

Slipping my hands beneath her thighs, I lift her to my hungry mouth. When I shove my tongue inside her and scrape my teeth across her clit, she mewls so sexy I almost come. How many mornings have I wanted to lift her plump ass on that counter and do this? How many nights have I sat outside her place, wishing I was in her room, in her bed, inside of her?

“Becker,” she moans, as I eat her, hips twisting until greedily rubs her pussy against my seeking tongue. “I’m.... oh... oh, yes. I’m going to come, don’t stop!”

“Good girl, I want to taste it, I want it all in my mouth,” I growl, my tongue working at her clit, my fingers joining the party to curl inside of her. I suckle at her pussy until she comes, tightening on my fingers as she floods my mouth with her sweetness. Bria arches off the hood, her throaty cries as she comes, making my cock weep.

All I can think about is coming inside her. It’s not only desire or lust, but a carnal, primal need to breed her. I need to get my cum where it belongs so I can tie her to me forever. I pull her off the jeep and throw her over my shoulder, the way I’ve imagined doing a hundred times.

“Taking you inside, darlin’. Going to spend the morning buried inside you. Baking can fucking wait.”

Bria giggles and I swear that sound almost has me coming. I’m so on edge, a breath on my neck, a brush of her lips, and I might come. I won’t be wasting a drop. None of my seed is going to waste now.

Kicking the door shut after me, I storm down the hall, pushing my jeans off as I go. In the bedroom, I flip her back on the bed and surge over her. We share a look in the silence, our heavy breathing the sole sound. Bria bites her lip as she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my jutting cock.

“Becker,” she whimpers my name as her hips lift, her hand rubbing me against her soaked slit. “Why did we wait so long?”

“Couldn’t get out of my way, darlin’,” I answer, unzipping her dress at the side before I peel it off her. “Jesus, you are beautiful. I wanted you the moment I first laid eyes on you, Bria. I get inside you, there is no going back. I want you bred with my babies. Giving you my last name once I get a ring on your finger. Unless you want me to stop... oh hell,” I groan as she giggles again, shaking her head as she feeds me slowly inside her.

“No, Becker. I never want you to stop. Never.”

“Good girl, because now that I’ve gotten a taste, I’m going to crave you forever.”