Breeding the Girl Next Door (A Very Rough Virgin Sex and Breeding Story)
Girl Next Door Chelsea Ripa is caught alone in her best friend's house, by her friend's sexy father. A man she'd been crushing on for years. What happens when she finds herself at his passionate mercy? Will she give him the baby he desires, or will she find the strength to walk away? More
Chelsea goes next door to pick up her best friend, Jenny, where she finds the house dark and empty. She's about to leave when she hears a noise at the other end of the house, so hurries to investigate. No one is to be found, but Mr. Fulton's dirty clothes on the master bedroom bed call to her in the most base way. After years of crushing on him, she couldn't help herself. She had to have just one little sniff. Caught in the act, what will happen to Chelsea? Will she succumb to his manly charms? Can she resist his deepest desires for another baby momma?
Warning: This story contains extremely explicit reluctant but consensual sex between adults and is intended for mature readers. If you are offended by very rough sex, spanking, breeding sexy young women, and/or older men and younger women hooking up, please don't read this story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"You are incredibly beautiful, Chelsea," he said, voice an octave lower. That voice rippled through her body, through her very soul. She couldn't breathe for a long moment, and just savored being in his arms. So naughty, so wrong, yet so terribly sexy. "So young, beautiful, and fertile."
"Mr. Fulton, I…what?"
Before her mind could wrap itself around that "fertile" comment, his hand stroked her back, then rose higher and stroked her hair. She moaned, eyes closing, back bowing. It was like a dream come true, but it was a forbidden dream. He, and she, were forbidden fruit to each other. He was very married, and she was just the girl next door.
"How does it feel to be eighteen and legal?"
"Good, I think," she said. Legal for what? She couldn't drink for another three years, and that seemed so unfair. Call her an adult, but treat her like a child in just one aspect of her life. Then his hand came up to her face, his thumb on her chin pulling her lower lip down. "Oh, Mr. Fulton, I don't think we…"
"Shhh," he said, leaned down and kissed her.
Chelsea froze. It was a fantasy come true, but yet she knew it was wrong. Her mind screamed — Run! But her body wanted to wrap itself around him, and her heart longed to surrender to him. And then his arms came around her and squeezed so amazingly tight. Her mind went silent.
They both moaned while he caressed her lips with his own, until he opened her mouth and thrust in his tongue. Chelsea clung to him desperately as they kissed. He kissed her a long time before his hands began to roam. A thrill raced up her spine when he pushed her unfastened shorts down around her thighs, exposing her sex to the open air.
His fingers began to explore her much more intimately.
About the Author:
Cindy Sutton is not exactly the girl-next-door. She likes lipstick, stilettos, and uncompromising men who aren't afraid to take what they want. Cindy loves to read and write stories about such men, and the women who can't stay away from them.
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