Bred by the Bully – Breeding Season Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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Mira shrugged.

“Order me a breakfast assortment, Lynda. Surprise me.” He never ordered breakfast, so she’d be left scrambling. Lynda had been his secretary for six years and did her job well. She knew he demanded the best, and always followed his instructions to the letter.

He used a foot to spread Mira’s feet at the ankles. Her tight skirt restricted how far her legs would open.

“You wearing panties?”

“No.”

“Nice. I always want you like this.” He stood and returned to his office chair, patting the top of his desk. “Come here, Mira.”

She did as told, coming around to where he sat.

“Sit here on my desk. I have to make some business calls. You’ll keep me entertained so I don’t fall asleep dealing with all these assholes.”

She wiggled up on the edge of his desk, her thick legs filling up her skirt. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, each time pushing her skirt higher.

“Scoot back a bit.” Once she was midway on his desk, he spread her apart at the knees. “Kick off your heels and lift up your legs. Hold them open for me.”

His dick jolted to life. Mira was sitting on his desk, holding her ankles, her legs spread wide, her glistening pink pussy right in front of him.

When the call answered, he almost forgot who and where he was. His mouth salivated to taste Mira, but that would have to wait. She kept silent as he spoke with this contact.

Drake leaned over on an elbow, pressing two fingers deep into her cunt, holding them in place. Mira tossed her head back, biting her lower lip to keep quiet. He finger-fucked her, her juices coating him. After wiping them on his slacks, he grabbed his thick yellow highlighter, slowly impaling her pussy until just the tip protruded.

He mouthed, “Don’t move.”

The calls dragged on, but Mira kept him entertained. He used one hand to unbutton her blouse. She hadn’t put on a bra, which surprised him. As his client spoke, he leaned over and suckled her big nipples. He was in fucking heaven.

He finalized his last call when he saw Lynda paging him. The breakfast must have arrived. As soon as he was off the phone and standing, Mira spoke up.

“Do you realize how many people can see this, Drake? Your entire office is windows. People have binoculars.”

“They can look. They can’t touch, though.” He plucked out the highlighter, dropping it into his pen drawer. “Stay put. Your breakfast is here.”

“What? I can’t stay like this.”

He went to the front reception, returning with a large, covered platter. After setting it down on his corner bar, he returned for the second.

“Drake!” Mira whispered with exaggerated force. “Someone will see me!”

In all honesty, the entire office building, Lynda, and anyone else interested could peer through his office doors and see Mira perched there like an erotic plaything. He didn’t care because she belonged to him.

He kicked the door closed and went to see what offering Lynda had sent him. “Looks delicious, Mira. I don’t know where to start. You’re not picky, are you?”

“Drake! Can I move now?”

He turned to face her but shook his head. “It’s time to eat.” First, he prepared a small plate and then returned to his desk, setting it down. “You didn’t tell me what you like, so bear with me.” He held out a slice of strawberry, feeding it to her. It was unexpectedly satisfying watching her eat.

Then he fed her a small piece of honeydew melon.

“That one was sweet.” She smiled, then opened her mouth for more. He wanted to see her take his cock, but that would have to wait for another day. Drake offered her some blueberries, then a few raspberries.

What really piqued his interest was the bowl of whipped cream saved for the hot chocolate. He dipped a finger into the cream, then drizzled it down her bare mound.

Her hands tightened around the edges of the desk. She knew exactly what was coming. Drake had been dreaming of eating her pussy since they first arrived at his office this morning. He braced both arms on the desk, leaning over to flick her nipples with his tongue, then he went lower, sucking off the cream that had dripped down to her clit. Mira moaned, shifting on the desk.

“Stay still, Mira. Let me enjoy my pussy. I’ll have this for breakfast any day of the week.”

He used his tongue along her slit, eating the cream as he teased her clit. He wanted her writhing, crying for him to let her come. “You’re perfect, Mira. Nice and sweet. So receptive. Addictive.” He fucked her with his tongue, slipping both hands under her ass to keep her in place. Business and pleasure were a delicious mix when it came to Mira.

“Drake…”

He loved when she cried his name. She combed her hand into his hair, spurring him on, but pulled away just as quickly. It seemed she kept holding back, even when she craved to give in to him. He was determined to make that connection. For Mira to want him as much as he wanted her.


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