Bred by the Fireman Next Door

CHAPTER ONE

I shouldn’t have agreed to this diet. Not with my urges raging out of control.

I’m on day three of my ovulation, and my body is CRAVING something hot, reckless, and male. Especially when I’m around hunky firefighter Liam Burke—the new neighbor. He drives me wild. Makes me crazy. Causes my heat-frenzied hips to spike instead of plateau.

But my boyfriend is out of town for the week, visiting friends at Disney. The poor nut is a grad student studying to be an economics professor. Which means I’m left alone, the only object between my sexual needs and the alpha next door.

It was supposed to be a simple arrangement: eat right, exercise a little, submissive girlfriend play. But when my heat arrives, my good intentions go out the window. Impulsiveness creeps in. I forget about principles and just run out, looking to get bred.

How did I end up on my knees in the backyard, sunbathing and rocking my bloody ass in the pool, while my pink motherfucking thong bites into my juicy ass cheeks?

How did my mother’s fiancé’s son get home in the middle of this madness? I know how… it’s because I’m an impulsive breeding slut. It can’t be helped. I’m a slave to my own ovarian whims.

When the surges hit—the days of the “Estrous”—my brain turns to mush and my body screams for cock. Specifically, reckless cock. Jenna, the Breeding Slut.

Any hot guy could set you off, but it just had to be the one with the biggest, juiciest alpha steak of all time—a fireman. Jenna, you’re a bad girl.

I’m already on my knees in the grass, sweat on my forehead, thighs spreading to show off my baby basket to the new neighbor next door. I’ve got my fingers on my clit, more than ready to climax for his visual pleasure when I hear a door bang.

My head snaps up.

Liam Burke stands in the backyard, buck naked after a workout, his towel around his waist. The rest of him is a living, breathing, alpha erection with a mature face and bearded jawline. His blue eyes rake up and down my body, and a telltale smirk on his mouth tells me that maybe he’s thinking naughty thoughts, too. Because Liam is definitely not gay. And Jenna, the Breeding Slut, gets off on the idea that she could be his conduit to fatherhood.

On my knees. Scratching my seven-year-old itch with a fiery red nail. Pink thong jammed up my buttcrack, sunbathing on my back with my ass in the air like a madwoman. How did we get here again?

“Oh, fuck,” I pant, my fingers moving between my legs, “right there. Just like that.”

Heat. God damn, I’m hot. I’m so sweaty being turned on I need to get off so bad, but all I can think about is Mr. Fireman and his snake.

My nipples are barely covered by the hot pink bikini top, and my pale, titillating stomach rolls in the sun. Breeding pheromones pour out of me as I whine and moan, frivolously sunbathing while the alpha of the neighborhood finally appears.

Breed me, Daddy.

It’s the third goddamn day of ovulation. I can’t do this six more times. My non-breeding partner is in Disneyland. This diet was a mistake. I need hard cock and testosterone. I need to be filled to the brim with hot sperm by a big, strong, bad boy fireman. I want to soak his hose with babies and drop twins for the hunky hero next door, my butt and belly bloated with new life.

Jenna, you’re a no-good, breeding slut. But before I can cry out a warning, my fingers accidentally hit the jackpot and my pussy explodes like a Roman Candle in the night. My big tits shake and bounce under the pink bikini, and my toes scrunch in the grass as the waves pass through me. I’m panting, trembling, stealing pleasure from the neighbor as his cock jerks in his towel.

Liam’s breathing changes. He starts jacking off through the towel. His Adam’s apple slams up and down as he breathes through his mouth. I toss my red hair on my stomach in the sun, looking like mating bait, fat and happy and beachy, thighs spreading wide, my belly jiggling under my top