Page 14 of Bred By the Boss

“Please,” I murmur against his skin. “I want that. Make me yours.”

He drags the head of his cock through my wet folds as he looks down at me with hooded eyes. “Tell me, kitten. Say it.”

“Breed me,” I whimper as his cock slides against my clit, making my entire body twitch with need. “Breed me, Connor.”

“With pleasure, kitten,” Connor grits out roughly. He guides his cock to my entrance and starts to press forward, stretching me with his thick shaft. He’s so big and it feels so tight, but the sensation only makes me wetter, more needy. My fingernails press into his skin as I pull him closer, trying to buck my hips against him. Every inch of him feels better than the last, and I can’t help the gasping cry that escapes my throat as he finally bottoms out inside me.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Fit me like a glove.”

His body shudders above mine as he struggles to grasp onto his control and I can tell that despite the wild look in his eyes, he’s trying to hold back.

“I’m okay,” I smile up at him, sweeping his wet hair from his forehead. “I can take it.”

He swears under his breath with a grown as he finally lets himself go. He snakes his hands under my ass and yanks me against him, the move sending a shower of sparks through my body.

“Mine,” he heaves, rolling his hips into mine. “Gonna fuck a baby into you so that everyone knows who you belong to. Breed you like you deserve.”

“Yes,” I cry out, arching off the bed and into his thrusts.

Connor drops his face into my neck, grunting fiercely as he fucks into me, the bed creaking with each and every powerful thrust. His fevered movements draw me closer and closer to the edge. “Harder,” I cry out, delirious with the need. “So close—”

“Fuck, kitten,” Connor pants, his movements growing fevered by the second. “Can’t wait to see you swell with my child. I’ll fuck you every day until it takes.”

“Give it to me,” I sob, burying my face into his shoulder and soaking in his scent as he pounds into me. It nearly blinds me when my climax takes over. My walls clench tightly around him as I ride out the high of my orgasm, losing myself in him as I wait for him to fall into the abyss with me.

He growls lowly as he slams his length into me, his body shaking as suddenly, he starts to pulse with his release, filling me with the warmth of his cum. It’s only once my pussy’s milked him of every drop that he stops, dropping his weight on top of mine with a satisfied grunt.

“Mine,” he whispers into my ear, nosing at my pulse point. “Mine, Noelle.”

Emotions rush through me as I listen to him pant, coming down from the exertion of fucking me. I bury my fingers in his hair, dragging my nails against his scalp absentmindedly as I sift through the feelings.

Affection. Need. Desire. Underneath it all is a worry I can’t quite seem to ignore, even as I feel his skin against mine. I’m worried that this was all talk, and that the comfort I feel with him isn’t quite real.

It gets worse when Connor pulls himself out of the bed. With him gone, I get cold instantly, and it’s as if I’m in my tiny little apartment on the other side of town all over again, except I feel used up rather than just exhausted.

But then he comes back, a towel damp with warm water to help the both of us clean up. When he tosses the towel into the hamper and pulls me into his arms underneath the covers of his bed, my heart soars. The worry I was just feeling is overtaken by comfort, and I can’t help nuzzling into him as we both start to drift off.

This was the one thing my mother never seemed to get from my father, and it was the one thing she always told me to look for after he left us. Comfort was what she was always after, and she never got to find it with someone in her life.

As I lay in Connor’s arms and listen to his breathing even out in sleep, I think about how he’s managed to give me more comfort in a handful of days than I’ve ever had in my life.

I don’t know what will happen with us tomorrow.

I don’t even know if this is something we’ll be able to keep up.

All I know is that I want him, and I want to be his, and that I’d give anything for this moment to last forever.

Chapter Seven

Connor

I might be at work, but my mind is still at home, lying in bed with Noelle.

Truth be told, my heart might be as well.

It’s hindering my focus, but I can’t be bothered to care. All day I’ve thought about the events of last night. They haunt my every thought and move. It’s like my kitten is right here next to me instead of the potted rubber plant and my computer. I can still sense the taste of her skin on my tongue.

I’ve got it bad.

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