Bred by the Bully (Breeding Season 8)

Drake had her naked in such a short amount of time while he was still fully dressed.

“Fuck, now this was where I struggled through my meeting.” He reached out to cup each breast, slicking his thumb across each nipple, teasing the hard bud.

She closed her eyes, releasing a moan as his touch ignited in her core. An answering pulse went straight to her clit. Clenching her hands into fists, she opened her eyes the moment he stopped touching her. She didn’t want him to stop.

He removed his jacket, followed by his shirt. She loved his hard body. When he went to the belt of his pants, she couldn’t allow him to do it. She took over, tugging at the belt. Next, she flicked the catch and lowered the zipper.

Sinking to her knees before him, she pulled his pants down and realized the position she was in. He shoved his boxer briefs down and his cock sprang forward. Already rock hard with moisture at the tip.

Her mouth watered for a taste. Staring up at him, she bit her lip, waiting.

Without any instruction, she wrapped her fingers around his length and teased across the tip. The moment she touched him, he growled, a deep guttural sound, as if he couldn’t get enough of her touch, and she was more than happy with that.

Teasing down the long vein, she didn’t cover the head of him just yet, but moistened his length, licking, nibbling, and then she moved and slowly took him into her mouth. Drake grabbed her hair, fisting it as he held her against his erection.

He hit the back of her throat, but rather than jerk away, she held herself perfectly still, waiting.

He groaned and then began to use his grip on her head to create a tempo he enjoyed. She stared up at him and moaned deep, which made him pump a little faster, clearly wanting to go as deep as he possibly could. She expected him to use her, but he didn’t.

He held himself back until he finally pulled out of her mouth, and within seconds, he had her flat on her back, her legs spread, and his mouth was between them. His tongue flicked across her clit, circling her bud before gliding down to plunge inside her.

Drake held her open. The pleasure was almost too much. She couldn’t bear it, but he didn’t let up. He worked her pussy, driving her to the edge. He knew exactly what she liked and took her to heaven. The moment she came, he didn’t linger.

He settled his strong body between her thighs, and she gasped as he pressed the hard length of his cock against her. He slammed inside her and she cried out in raw pleasure.

The sudden pressure took her by surprise when he didn’t give her a chance to get accustomed to the sheer size of him. No wonder women couldn’t get enough of Drake. He was made for sex.

He pulled out only to slam back inside.

She whimpered. “Please,” she said.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Never.” She couldn’t handle it if he stopped. The pleasure was out of this world.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said.

He grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed as he rode her hard, making her take all of him.

“Look at us,” he said. He lifted up and she stared down, seeing his cock glisten with her release. They both groaned, and she arched up, not wanting to stop.

He held her down and pounded inside her pussy.

Their moans combined together, and she thrust up against him, begging for more.

He gave it to her.

She took it.

The fact the rest of the boat staff could probably hear them fucking was only an afterthought.

His face pressed against her neck and then he jerked. His entire body went tense as his cock pulsed. She felt each wave of his cum as he flooded her body.

Would this be the one to make her pregnant? He said he wanted her to make lots of babies for him.

She licked her suddenly dry lips as he collapsed on top of her. The weight of him was a comfort.

Tightening her hand around his, she felt the weight of the engagement band once again. Her brother might be pissed off with her, even though she’d done everything to save him, to protect him.

Fucking Drake had been there to protect her brother.

Marrying him … that was something else entirely, and the truth was, she was too scared to even consider what emotion that was.

Biting her lip, she let out a little moan.

Drake lifted up, and much to her surprise, he was already getting hard again.

****

The yacht was a huge success.

He’d kept Mira underneath him for the remainder of the day, and all night. They hadn’t left the bedroom, and he had the waiter bring food to the door and he’d wheeled it in. Neither of them had gotten changed. They’d enjoyed their food without anything between them.