She lets out what sounds like a cross between a moan and a yell, and I grab her hands, holding them over her head. I pin them both down with one hand and with my other, I grab her leg and throw it over my shoulder. I want in there deep.

“Answer me, Duchess. You taking anything to keep me from breeding you?” Her eyes snap up to mine, and I feel the wicked smile spread across my face. “That’s right, baby. I plan on cumming in you until you’re bred. You’re not keeping ...