Page 17 of Bred By the Boss

“Connor, hi,” I mutter, flustered by the thought of him catching me fighting my nerves like this. I don’t want him to think I’m weak.

“Everything alright?” he asks gently, uncrossing his arms and stepping into my room.

“I’m—Sorry, I’m just nervous,” I say with a shrug, biting my lip.

Connor hums as he draws near. “What can I do to help you calm down?” he rasps, lifting his hand to cup my cheek. “Do you want me to help you?”

“It’s just … are you sure you want me to come with you to this thing?”

“Yes,” he whispers, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes drop to mine. “Are you still sure you want to accompany me?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m not sure. This is really far out of my comfort zone.”

“I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay, I can do this. I can mingle with rich people. Maybe I’ll make jokes about forks or something.”

Connor gives me a breathy laugh, smiling down at me as he pulls me closer. When I feel his erection press against my stomach, need sparks to life in my belly, replacing the anxiety in an instant. “Did you mean it the other day?” I finally ask. If I’m conquering fears and letting myself be vulnerable, might as well broach this question while I’m at it. “When you called me yours the other day?”

His eyes darken. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious,” I say, sucking in a breath when I feel his fingers brush against my neck. “It feels like the sort of thing you say when you’re in the moment, but now you’re asking me to this benefit. I just … I’m wondering if you’re serious, is all. If you’re serious about me. About us.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I watch him regard me. The silence seems to stretch on forever until finally, his lips part to speak.

“Yes,” he says firmly, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine softly, almost as if to tease or torture me. He smirks and pulls away when I try to make the kiss deeper, and I can’t help the little whine that I let out. “I want you. More than anything I have ever wanted in my life. I meant what I said when I said I want everyone to know you’re mine. I’m not ashamed of you or your humble beginnings, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Connor dips his head to kiss me once again before I have a chance to process the emotions his words are making me feel. My eyes flutter to a close as he takes my lips in a maddening kiss that makes my knees weak with want. I lean into him as he pulls me closer.

He takes my hair into his fist as his lips drop to my jaw, kissing a trail down my neck hungrily. His breath tickles my skin, making goosebumps rise as he goes.

“Connor,” I whimper, bucking in his arms when he dips his free hand below the waistband of my leggings, cupping my pussy with his palm. I arch into his touch, a moan slipping from my lips as he slips a finger against my folds. “Connor, please. Don’t we need to get ready?”

“We’ve got plenty of time,” he rasps deeply, his hips rutting against me as he holds me tight. “I can’t hold back. Want you too much. Need to be inside you so bad, kitten.”

He groans deeply when he slips a finger inside me, feeling how hot and wet I’ve become for him. My hips jerk when he drags his finger out and over my swollen clit, coating it with my own juices.

“Please,” I cry out, pleasure shooting up my spine. My fingers drop to the fly of his suit slacks, but my hands are shaking too much with desperation for me to get ahold of the zipper. “Connor, please fuck me.”

“Let me do it,” Connor grits out, shucking his clothing off with startling ease.

He swings me around to face the full-length mirror in the corner. What a sight the two of us make. My hair is mussed from his fingers, my clothes wrinkled from where he’s slipped his hands underneath them. I watch as he helps me peel off my leggings before I slip my shirt over my head.

He stares at me heatedly through our reflections in the mirror. My body is all soft curves, but his is nothing but hard, defined lines. The contrast makes my head swim, and the only thing that breaks through the haze is the feeling of his cock brushing against my pulsing sex. I whimper needily as he pushes his cockinside my drenched entrance. Our groans meld together as he sheaths himself inside me.

Connor swears under his breath. “How the hell are you so fucking tight?”

I gasp as he starts pumping in and out of me in long slow strokes. Soon, my entire body is rocking with the force of his thrusts as he picks up speed without giving up any of the force. He buries his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls my head up to make me look at our reflections in the mirror.

“You have no fucking idea, do you?” he rasps into my ear, gripping my hair tightly as he fucks me hard and fast. “You have no idea what you make me feel. What you make me want.”

My knees buckle as he pounds into me, but his grip helps keep me on my feet. He’s strong enough for the both of us.

“The moment I saw you, I knew I had to make you mine,” he growls. “This tight little pussy was built to take this cock, built to take my cum.”

His fingers drop between my legs. He presses the pad of his fingers to my clit and in seconds, I’m seeing stars. A scream tears from my throat as I buck in his arms, an orgasm ripping through me like a fire through a forest. My pussy, aching and sensitive, tightens around his length so hard it triggers his own orgasm. He comes with a loud groan, emptying himself into my waiting, wanting pussy.

We’re both breathless when he pulls out of me a minute later. His eyes drop to my sex as he steps back, as if watching to make sure none of his seed drips out. Satisfied, he bends over and kisses my shoulder blade before helping me straighten up.

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