The Love of My Bully

“Please, Drake,” she said.

“Tell me what you want.” He tongued her clit and listened as she begged him to let her come. He loved hearing her voice, and as he worked her pussy, he knew this time he wasn’t going to let her go.

When she came, he didn’t stop. He continued to stroke her until she screamed his name, and when she was poised and on the brink of a second orgasm, he moved up her body. Her orgasm coated his mouth as he kissed her lips.

Gripping his cock, he slid between her slick folds, found her entrance, and slowly began to fill her. Every single inch of her, swallowing him, consuming him. Setting him on fire for more, and he gave it to her. He plunged to the hilt, staring into her eyes as he began to rock back and forth, riding her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her hip and plunged in, fucking her, slowing down, and then speeding up.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

“I love you, Drake. I love you so much.”

“And I love you.” He’d take on the world for her and he didn’t think he’d ever felt such strong emotions in his life. He couldn’t believe the person responsible for his mood change was Pru, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and this was the reason he was willing to fight for as long as it took to keep her.

He’d grown tired of being his parents’ puppet. All his life, he’d done what he’d been told, only rebelling in some stupid way to try to hurt them. He was a child then, but he wouldn’t allow them to win against him again. He was going to fight them.

Kissing her hard as he fucked her, he knew this was the woman he was going to stay with for the rest of his life, and no one was going to take her from him. He’d fight to keep her. It would be the only thing he’d ever want and it would be worth fighting for.

Chapter Twenty-Five

We won

“You know, I don’t like it when they charge me a fucking fortune for going against my parents,” Drake said.

“Can you blame them? It took us two weeks to find the lawyer who’d be willing to go through the necessary channels, quietly so as not to alert anyone who may want to know if your real father’s will was attempting to be located. We got that and it did cost a fortune, but you now have your answer.”

“I do.” He squeezed Pru’s hand a little tighter as they walked down the main street toward his home. He didn’t want to drive up to his parents’ place, not when he finally had the means of being his own man. His lawyer and their private investigator had been able to find he was entitled to fifty percent of his father’s wealth as well as shares within the company. He’d made a copy of the birth certificate citing his real father’s name, and a simple blood test had helped to prove that his supposed father was, in fact, his brother and he was entitled to half of everything. The press had a field day as it had been brought to light who the new heir was who would inherit half of the fortune.

His parents, they tried to fight him, but the will was ironclad, all thanks to his real father. The one he never really got to know. The one who wanted to keep his fortune within his family.

He was now a wealthy man. Not only was he wealthy but he was also without any parents. Along with the will and getting half of the fortune, his lawyer had also set up an emancipation order for him. He had proven time and time again that he didn’t need his parents and so the judge had ruled him free. His parents had to deal with the fallout but he didn’t care.

“I couldn’t believe it was this easy,” he said.

“This easy? Drake, most of our senior year was fighting this. I’m taking a gap year so I don’t have to go hunting for colleges so I can be by your side to help you. None of this, not a single part was easy. It was, in fact, really hard.”

He pulled her close, kissing her lips. “Marry me,” he said.

Pru pulled away. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you to marry me. I don’t care about anything else right now. My parents can’t hurt me. If they do, well, the press will have a field day with that information.” When he was asked by one reporter what made him seek the emancipation order and the truth of the will, he’d told the woman straight—that his parents had told him to stop seeing the woman he loved.