Chapter 6

The drive home from the diner was torture. Layla sat in the passenger seat, her sundress hiked up, thighs still trembling from the orgasm I’d given her under the table. Every time I glanced over, I remembered how she’d looked coming on my fingers in public.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled the car over onto a quiet stretch of road lined with trees, far enough from town that we were mostly hidden but still risky. Anyone driving by could see us if they looked hard enough.

“Get out,” I said, my voice rough.

Layla’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, stepping out of the car. I met her on the passenger side, spun her around, and bent her over the hood.

I yanked her dress up and her panties down in one motion, freeing my cock and thrusting into her soaked pussy in one hard stroke.

“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I started pounding into her. “You’ve been teasing me all day, sweetheart. Sitting there with my fingers inside you in the middle of the diner like a good little slut.”

Smack. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle.

Layla moaned, pushing back against me. “Ryder… someone could see…”

“I don’t care,” I growled, fucking her harder. “Let them see. Let them see me breeding my wife on the side of the road.”

I slapped her ass again, the sound echoing. “This pussy is mine. I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping my cum down your legs when we get home. You’re going to carry my baby, Layla. I’m going to knock you up right here if I have to.”

She whimpered, her hands gripping the hood of the car as I railed her. I reached around and rubbed her clit, spanking her ass again with my other hand.

“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, thrusting deep. “Tell me you want your stepbrother to breed you on the side of the road.”

“I want it,” she gasped. “Please breed me, Ryder. Fill me up. I want your baby so bad.”

I fucked her relentlessly, the car rocking with every thrust, not caring if anyone drove by. When I came, I buried myself deep and unloaded inside her with a guttural groan, pumping her full until it was leaking down her thighs.

I stayed inside her for a moment, kissing the back of her neck.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now get in the car. We’re not done yet.”

We barely made it inside the house before I had her against the wall again.

The second the door closed, I spun Layla around, yanked her dress up, and thrust back into her from behind. She moaned loudly, bracing her hands on the wall as I fucked her hard and deep.

“Still full of my cum from the side of the road,” I growled, slapping her ass. “Such a good little wife. Taking your husband’s cock the second we get home.”

She pushed back against me, whimpering. “Yes… I need it. Please don’t stop.”

I was pounding into her when a knock came at the front door.

We both froze.

I didn’t pull out. Instead, I kept my cock buried deep inside her and walked us slowly toward the door, still inside her. Layla’s eyes widened in panic, but I held her tight.

“Shh,” I whispered. “Stay quiet.”

I cracked the door open just enough to see Karen from next door standing on the porch with another plate of cookies.

“Hi again!” she said cheerfully. “I saw you two pull up and thought I’d bring more welcome treats.”

I kept one hand on Layla’s hip, holding her in place as I slowly rocked into her from behind. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet.

“Thanks, Karen,” I said, my voice remarkably steady. “That’s really kind of you. We’re still getting settled, but we appreciate it.”

Layla’s pussy clenched around me as I gave her a shallow thrust. She buried her face in my shoulder, trembling.

Karen smiled. “You two are just the sweetest. Enjoy the cookies!”

I took the plate with one hand and closed the door, then immediately bent Layla over the entryway table and fucked her hard again.

“You almost came while I was talking to the neighbor,” I growled, spanking her ass. “Such a naughty little wife.”

She came hard a moment later, moaning my name as I filled her with another load.

We were never going to make it through this assignment without getting caught.

But I was starting to think I didn’t care.

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