Chapter 15
Kade
How did I forget that she was a soul-sucking witch?
I couldn’t move… and I didn’t want to.
“Why does it feel like it’s my birthday?” she asked.
“June thirtieth,” I murmured. “I’ll fuck your brains out then too, sweetheart.”
Her legs tightened around me as she giggled. “You promise?”
“I do,” I said, finally managing to lift my head. “Unless you’ve sucked me dry by then.”
Her dark brown eyes were soft, and her face glowed with contentment.
It made me want to puff my chest out.
I made her happy.
“Why don’t you stay over at mine tomorrow?” I asked.
“You can rummage around my house—since I’ve been through yours.”
She scowled at me.
“I don’t know how you became a police officer,” she said, shaking her head.
“I’d never broken the law until you flew into my life,” I said, pecking her lips.
“Yes, I will rummage through your house,” she said, lifting her chin.
“Good girl,” I murmured, standing up.
I needed to see my come dripping out of her—just like last time. It was a compulsion with this woman.
Placing my palm over her stomach, over where our child grew, I eased out slowly. She pushed her hips up, chasing my cock like a wanton little whore.
I dragged my fingers through her slick folds, collecting the warm mess that spilled from her. She moaned softly, need thick in her voice.
One look at her eyes told me everything—
She needed more.
“My messy girl,” I said, wiping my come along the length of my cock before using the tip to scoop up every last trace of it.
Her pussy looked stunning—swollen, glistening, coated in our mess.
“Clean this up,” I murmured.
“Yes, Officer Kade,” she replied, her voice low as she sat up and slipped off her bra.
Then, with deliberate grace, she slid off the edge of the bed and knelt before me.
She knelt before me like a damn vision—bare, flushed, and mine. Her dark eyes lifted, locking onto mine with such focus I forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t rush.
She leaned in slowly, her mouth barely grazing the underside of my cock before her tongue darted out, hot and soft, licking the very tip clean. Her gaze never left mine. It was deliberate—taunting, and reverent.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, fisting my hands at my sides.
She moved lower, her tongue sliding along the thick vein underneath, licking up every trace of our mess. Her lips brushed the base before she tilted her head and took one of my balls into her mouth.
My knees almost buckled.
I grabbed the edge of the nightstand to steady myself, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Her mouth was worshipping me. Her tongue teased, swirled, licked slow and lazy as if she had all the time in the world. As if she liked the power she held—on her knees, in control.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I rasped, voice hoarse.
She smiled around me, like the smug little witch she was.
Every warm flick of her tongue, every slow suck, pushed me closer to madness. I was rock hard again—straining, aching—and still, she took her time, licking up the length of my cock like she was savouring dessert.
“You like the taste of me, sweetheart?” I managed to grit out.
She hummed her answer, a soft, wicked sound that vibrated all the way up my spine. Her lips closed over the head again, and she sucked—slow, sweet, dragging her mouth off with a pop that made my vision blur.
I was mesmerised.
Owned.
Bewitched.
She licked her lips when she was done, looking pleased with herself—flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten mouth, eyes still burning into mine.
“You done?” I asked, voice rough.
Her mouth curved into a slow, sinful smile.
“Yes, Officer.”
“Good. Why don’t you crawl on that bed and get on your hands and knees?”
She obeyed with an elegance that made my blood burn—soft limbs moving across the sheets, curls spilling over her shoulders, that perfect ass arching up like she knew what it did to me.
My girl was built to be bred.
She didn’t even flinch when I climbed onto the bed behind her. Just stayed there—patient, ready, and dripping.
I ran my palm over the curve of her hip, slow, then down the swell of her ass to the slick heat between her thighs. She shivered.
“Look at you,” I murmured, running two fingers through her folds. “Greedy little thing. So ready for me again.”
She whimpered when I pressed those fingers back inside her, curling them slightly. Her body clamped down instantly, insatiable and welcoming.
“My dirty little slut,” I growled, leaning in until my mouth was at her ear. “Built to be bred. You were made to take me.”
Her breath hitched, and she pushed her hips back into my hand. Begging.
I eased my fingers out and used them to spread her, watching her flutter around nothing. My cock was already pressed to her entrance—thick, aching, and leaking with need.
“You want it?” I rasped, teeth grazing her shoulder.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please…”
That sweet little voice sent a shock of pleasure straight through my spine.
I didn’t tease her.
I gripped her hips and pushed in, slow at first—just enough to make her gasp—then drove the rest of the way in with a groan that shook my chest.
Home.
She clenched around me so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of me. I stayed buried there for a moment, holding her still, just breathing her in.
Then I started to move.
Heavy, deep thrusts that rocked her forward on the bed. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as I pounded into her, one hand slipping around her waist to press flat over her belly—our belly.
“Hold on to the sheets,” I warned. “I’m not stopping ‘til I fill you up again.”
I could feel it with each deep thrust—how she gushed around my cock, easing my path while she coated me.
I held her ass cheeks, using them like handles, dragging her on and off my cock until she started moving on her own, fucking herself on me. I let go, just to watch.
“Good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock,” I said as her ass kissed my pelvis. “Show me what a good whore you are.”
She moaned and moved faster.
I watched her lose herself on me—hair wild, back arched, her tight little body milking every inch I gave her. She was soaked, glistening where we met, and every slick slap of her hips echoed through the room like a goddamn prayer answered.
My hands twitched to grab her again, to pin her and take over—but this? This was a gift.
She moaned, breathless, riding me with reckless need, chasing it—chasing me.
“That’s it,” I growled, one hand sliding to her waist, guiding her now. “You want this come? Gotta earn it, sweetheart. Show me how bad you need it.”
She whimpered but kept going, fucking herself harder, her rhythm frenzied and beautiful.
“I’ll breed you every time you beg for it like this,” I gritted out, my voice rasping from the tight hold I had on control. “Fill this pussy until it can’t take anymore. Until you’re leaking down your thighs.”
She cried out, a desperate broken sound as she clenched around me.
“God, look at you,” I murmured, leaning over her, pressing my chest to her back as she bucked against me. “You were made for this. My good fucking girl.”
Her head dropped to the sheets, hips stuttering.
I reached around and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under my touch. When I pinched them, she gasped—sharp and breathless.
“Let me fuck my come into you,” I growled, pounding into her, deep and unrelenting. “Again… and again… and again.”
Her cries were muffled by the bedding, her fingers clawing at the sheets like she was holding on for dear life. I could feel her fluttering around me—tight, trembling, close.
Her knees gave out, collapsing under the weight of it, but I didn’t stop. I followed her down, adjusting my stance, hauling her hips up to keep the angle just right.
Because I wasn’t done.
I gripped the bed and began to jackhammer into her. Her body jolted beneath me, bouncing back up to meet every brutal thrust. The obscenity of it—wet sounds, slapping flesh, her helpless moans—only made me fuck her harder.
She cried out my name as I angled deeper, higher.
Then she came—and fuck, it was glorious. Her pussy pulsed, clenched, and milked me for everything I had, squeezing so tight it dragged me under with her. My balls ached, my cock throbbed—and then I was spilling into her, hips jerking, come spilling hot and thick into the one place it belonged.
Home.
In her.
In my beautiful pussy.
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That night, I kept my cock inside her long after she fell asleep. I made sure she didn’t move off me.
This was how I planned to sleep for the rest of my days.
Buried deep inside my wife.
The mother of my children.
Juliette Mercer.
Operation Secure the Uterus was closing in on her.