Page 13 of Bred By the Boss

Chapter Six

Noelle

The moment I nod my head, Connor’s eyes fill with fire.

I don’t get a chance to speak before he pulls me close and crushes his lips to mine. If I thought the kiss we shared in the kitchen was intense, I was wrong. It’s nothing compared to this.

I am utterly weak to his touch.

I whimper needily when he angles his head to the side, deepening the kiss. He licks into my mouth with a deep growl which has my toes curling in pleasure, weakening my knees as I sway against him.

“I’m going to take care of you, kitten,” he growls, his words underscoring the aggressiveness of his touch and the hunger in his kiss.

I whimper when he wraps his arms around my waist to draw me flush against him. My legs part to straddle his lap instinctively as I tip back my chin to grant him access to my neck. Pleasure shoots up my spine as he bathes my skin with hungry licks.

“Only I get to touch you,” he pants as his hands drag my hips over his erection. “You belong to me, this body, that tight little cunt I know you have. Fuck my clothes, I’ll buy you a collar to show everyone you’re mine.”

“Only you,” I moan. Since my mother died, I’ve felt driftless, like I belong to no one. Connor claiming me for himself makes me feel alive.

“Only me,” he confirms to me roughly. “Only I get to see touch you like this. Breed you like you need.”

My head swims. What does he mean “breed”? And why does it sound like exactly what I’m craving from him? Knowing how possessive my father was of my mom, the idea of belonging solely to Connor should be a red flag. He’d left my mom as soon as he’d gotten bored, but only after he’d made her feel like garbage for so much as talking to other men.

But with Connor, it feels different. It feels like he wants to protect me from the people who’d hurt me, who’d use me. He hasn’t given me silly limits to what I can and can’t do, even as an employee.

In his arms like this, it feels like he’d actually take care of me. Not use me until there’s nothing left to use. There’s a big difference there. Maybe I shouldn’t trust him, but every single cell in my body is telling me that it’s okay. They want this—they want to be bred by him.

Without warning, Connor picks me up and flips me over, letting me bounce on his soft mattress. When he crawls over me, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my back, letting my front rub against his bare chest. Soon, his hands are tearing at my sleep shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he tosses the shirt away. “How is it that no one has touched you yet?”

“No one made me feel like you do,” I keen as he licks at one of my nipples, caressing my flesh with one of his massive palms.

He takes the nipple between his lips and sucks at it, the heat of his mouth burning through any and all thoughts I have left. I cry out as he rakes his tongue over the puckered bud, his hand tugging my sleep shorts to explore more of my skin. I feel a needy tug between my legs as he shoves my knees apart and brushes a finger over my wet center.

“You have no fucking idea how much you’ve haunted me,” Connor rasps, sliding his mouth across my chest before giving the same attention to the opposite nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth before releasing it with an obscene pop. “Seeing you in my kitchen, in my clothes. Knowing you’re here waiting for me at the end of each day, as if you’ve been mine all along.”

He doesn’t give me time to process his words as he kisses a trail down my stomach, pulling my shorts down my legs as he goes. I don’t get any warning before he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue searingly hot against my aching core. A sob escapes my lips and my back arches off the bed at the intense sensation of his mouth on my body.

It’s too much, and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough.

The laving of his tongue robs me of all my ability to reason as he pushes me higher and higher. He looks up at me hungrily as he licks, relentless in his ministrations. I reach out blindly and grasp the sheets as his touch awakens a hunger in me, it’s unlike anything I have felt before.

I want more.

“Conner,” I force through my teeth. “I—”

My body is drawn taut with pleasure, the ecstasy clouding my thoughts until I can’t think of anything else but him. I can’t string words together to tell him how good he’s making me feel, and yet, somehow, I think he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

He already seems to know me so well after such a short amount of time. It makes me want him even more. Want to be his even more. Want him to make me feel like this every day. Want to—

Everything goes white as my thighs begin to shake from the bliss he’s making me feel. Suddenly, the little string holding me together snaps and the rapture comes in a wave so strong it threatens to knock me out. My pussy begins to pulse against his tongue and a scream tears out of me as blinding pleasure shoots through me.

Connor draws out my climax until I have to reach down and push him away, panting as if I’ve just run a mile. My body trembles as I watch him straighten up. His face glistens with my juices in the low light as he looks down at me with a hungry look in his dark eyes.

“Taste like honey, could eat you out all day,” he says thickly, climbing over my body, his weight settling over me and between my legs. His cock is hot and hard against me, big enough to make my mouth water with the wonder of what he’ll feel like. “Now I’m going to rut into this tight cunt of yours. Make you mine, Noelle. Fill you with my seed until you’re swollen with my child.”

It’s absurd that words like that only make me want him more. The thought of being bound to him makes my body throb with need.

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