Bred by the Bully (Breeding Season 8)

“No thong?”

She shook her head. “I don’t like to feel something stuck up my…” Her cheeks heated at what she was going to say.

He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you know I’m going to want to claim this ass. I’ve got to know how innocent you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how to fuck?” he asked.

She turned her head to look at him and nodded. “I know how to fuck. I know you’re going to want me to suck your cock, and I know about … anal sex.” She hadn’t been with a man, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy watching porn. Much to her shame, she’d tried to enjoy some of the more erotic books, but she struggled with reading. It was one of the reasons she hadn’t read the contract in front of her. Her dyslexia continued to be a curse. She could only work with numbers, which was why she chose accounting.

She could read, but it took her time, and the words always got jumbled up. She was a slow reader. It was much easier for her to watch a movie.

He squeezed her ass cheek hard and groaned. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes as his hand moved between her thighs, touching her most intimate parts. It felt wrong but also so very right.

“You’re already wet for me.” His lips brushed across her neck. He was so much taller than her. Against him, she felt small.

He rubbed her pussy through the thin material of her panties as his other hand traced over the curve of her ass cheek, following the path of the edge of her underwear.

“Look at me,” he said.

Opening her eyes, she waited for him to speak.

“Tell me who has their hand on your pussy.”

“You do.”

“And who am I?”

“Drake.”

“That’s right.” He slid beneath the band, and she cried out as he touched her, skin to skin. A single finger against her clit. He stroked back and forth. The pleasure jolted through her body, and she closed her eyes, resting her head against the wooden post.

Drake pulled away from her. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

She wanted to refuse but then the image of her brother entered her mind. Gritting her teeth, she followed his instructions.

After removing her jacket, followed by her blouse, she dropped her bra. She kept her back turned toward him. She didn’t know why she’d bothered to try to keep her modesty as she stepped out of her panties. Staring at the imposing bed, she climbed on, and then, she had no choice but to show her body as she got in the center of the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, she heard him moving, but she didn’t give in to the urge to look at him.

I can do this.

This is easy.

At least she was attracted to Drake, even if it did piss her off that she was.

When she could bear it no more, she glanced around the room to find Drake standing at the end of the bed. His chest was bare, and as her gaze traveled down, she knew he was as completely naked as her.

“Spread your thighs,” he said.

“Drake?”

“Do it.”

Gripping the sheet beneath her, she averted her gaze as she spread her thighs for him to see. She didn’t know what he was looking for.

She froze as the bed dipped, and she couldn’t help but look to where he knelt on the edge of the bed. One hand was wrapped around his impressive length as he worked from the base, running his fist up to the tip, then back down again.

The sight was heady. There was no other word to describe it. Licking her lips, she wanted to ask him to slow down, but that would be giving in to him.

He wanted her to be willing, which she was, but she didn’t have to give him any inclination she was curious about this. Far from it.

She gasped as he touched her knee. Such a simple touch and yet so damn sensual as well.

“Touch yourself.”

She hesitated.

“Now.”

She didn’t know if she liked this bossy edge to him. Pressing a hand between her thighs, she tried to close her legs, but he stopped her, grasping one of her knees and holding her open.

“I want to see.”

Her cheeks were red hot. She had to be on fire, there was no other way she couldn’t be. Staring at him, she touched between her slit, feeling her clit. She moaned and then sank her teeth against her lip, trying not to give him anything.

When his hand covered hers, she was shocked as he got her to use two fingers, stroking herself.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Then tell me.”

“It feels really good,” she said.

“I need you to be nice and wet. It’s going to hurt when I drive my cock inside you, but once you get used to it, you’re going to love it.”