Bred by the Bully (Breeding Season 8)

He exhaled as he released inside her, filling her with his cum. He relished the moment, the intensity of his orgasm, and the vision of Mira pregnant with his child. Her stomach swollen, her tits even larger. He couldn’t wait for that day.

Drake wanted a chance to do things right, to create heirs who weren’t fucked up in the head like him. He’d live vicariously through his kids, give them everything they dreamed of. Most of all, love.

He rolled beside Mira, tucking her in close to his side. As he looked at her, brushing some stray hairs from her face, he couldn’t imagine a better mother for his children.

“You won’t regret this, Mira. I’ll give you everything you want and more.”

She snickered. “You still don’t know me very well, Drake. I don’t need anything to be happy. I only want you.”

“All those years, I’d messed with you. Hurt you to the point it affected you as an adult. I don’t deserve you,” he said.

“People change, Drake. I refuse to keep living in the past. I’m ready to move forward—together.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Will you come with me to the office tomorrow? I’ve missed you all week.”

She painted patterns over his chest with a finger. “I’ll come. And I’ll be sure not to wear any panties.”

Chapter Nine

Mira stared across the office at Drake as he handed yet another business call. She’d already done her weekly trip to see her brother, and Nigel seemed happy to be left alone. He didn’t care about her and hadn’t asked how everything was getting on with Drake. He caused her so much trouble, and now it was like she didn’t even exist.

“I can hear your thoughts all the way over here,” Drake said without looking up.

She couldn’t help but admire his work ethic. Considering what she remembered from when they were in school together, he’d done a complete one-eighty on her. Gone was the disruptor and in his place sat the hard worker.

“I’m admiring you.”

This made him glance up. “Do I need to get that in writing?”

She rolled her eyes and got up from her position on the chair, walking over to his desk. She leaned against it, arms folded.

“How was Nigel?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“Your brother doesn’t deserve your loyalty, you know that?”

The last thing Mira wanted to talk about was her brother. He’d already upset her with his complete disregard.

She turned on her heel and walked back to the chair, perching on the end. “Is there anything I can do?” She looked around her at how neat his office was. “I can’t stand to be useless. I’m a hard worker.”

“I know you are. No one could comment on your commitment to hard work.” Drake stood and rounded his desk.

She couldn’t help but glance down to see the hard ridge of his cock pressed against the front of his trousers. The outline clear to see, and her mouth watered for a taste of him. What was going to do with her? Her mind already sinking to the gutter.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Mira didn’t move as he leaned over his desk, telling his PA not to interrupt, and to cancel all of his appointments. Pleasure rushed down her spine.

“You’re not getting naked.”

Standing up, she watched him move to his office doors, flicking the lock into place. Biting her lip, she quickly removed the dress and the bra. She’d kept to her promise of no underwear.

“Sit down. Touch your pussy. Let me see what you do to make yourself wet for me.”

Without hesitation, she sat down and spread her legs for him to see. Drake already had his pants open and his dick in his hand. He worked from the base up to the tip and back down, creating a steady pace.

She loved his cock. He was so long, thick, and each time he plunged inside her, she wanted more of him.

“I’m not going to be able to last if you keep on looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like you want to eat my cock.”

Mira didn’t know where she got the courage from, but the words spilled from her lips in the next second. “What if I do?”

Sucking his cock wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, and she clearly startled Drake as he stopped touching his erection. “Come here,” he said. “I want you to crawl to me.”

She sank to the floor on her knees and slowly crawled toward him, not caring about her naked state. Drake had a kinky side, and she wouldn’t admit it, but it turned her on.

Her pussy was so wet. All she wanted was him. Licking her lips, she stared up at him, waiting.

“Fuck! You have no idea how hot that looked.”

Mira went to her knees, looking up at him. “What can I do for you?” She licked her lips again, hoping she appeared seductive and not scary.