Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 43

The Last Morning

The week flew by. The final morning arrived too soon.

I woke up to a wet, warm sensation. Cici was already under the covers, her head bobbing between my legs. She was giving me one last "good morning" blowjob before Sid returned.

She worked my shaft with a reverence I had never felt before. She hummed against my skin, her tongue tracing the veins, her throat relaxing to take me deep.

When I hardened, she didn't wait for permission. She climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my morning wood.

"Last time," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "Make it count, Leo. Leave something inside me that lasts forever."

We started slow. The rhythm was heavy, melancholic, and desperate. Every thrust was a promise. Every kiss was a seal on our secret pact.

"I love you, Leo," she sobbed, grinding down on me.

"You love my dick," I corrected her, gripping her hips.

"Yes! I love your dick! I love being your cum dump! I love being your whore!" she screamed, letting go of all inhibitions.