Breeding the Hollywood Influencer (Trucker’s Breeding Run #2)

Chapter One

I eased the big rig into the pull-off at the scenic overlook just north of Malibu, the Pacific stretching out like a glittering invitation under the late afternoon sun.

The drive from Arizona, I felt restless, my body already reacting to the steady rhythm of the road and the notes I’d made in my breeding log.

California. I wanted a woman who could take everything I had.

She caught my eye right away. She looked about twenty-eight, with sun-kissed skin and long, wavy brown hair. Her body turned heads—tiny denim shorts hugged her hips, and a white tank top showed off her curves. She was adjusting a phone on a tripod, busy filming something.

I climbed down from the cab, boots crunching on the gravel. At six-five, with a heavy build, beard, and tattoos, I knew I stood out. She looked me over, her eyes lingering with clear interest.

“Hi,” she said, her voice smooth and confident, with a hint of excitement. “I’m Lexi. I make content here—lifestyle, travel, and some private stuff for my subscribers. You look like just what I need today.”

I leaned on the warm hood of my truck and looked her over. “Ryder Kane. Been driving all day. What kind of content requires a man like me?”

Lexi glanced at the road, watching a few cars go by, then looked back at me. Her camera kept rolling. “The kind that feels real. My OnlyFans followers love the idea of a powerful stranger taking control in public. I have a specific kink. I want to be claimed. Filled. Bred.”

Her cheeks turned a little pink, but she kept her eyes on me. “I film faceless. No one sees who I am. But I want it to feel real. I want a collab with real chemistry.”

My cock twitched in my jeans, thickening at her words. The thought of breeding this gorgeous influencer against my truck, on camera for strangers to see, sent a rush through me. Still, I waited, letting the tension grow.

“Sounds risky,” I said, keeping my voice low. “You want me to fuck you here, where anyone could see? Stretch that tight pussy and fill you up? Tell your fans how much you want a trucker’s baby?”

She took a sharp breath, her nipples pressing against her top. “Yes,” she whispered, then spoke up for the camera. “That’s exactly what I want. But not rushed. I want to feel every second. Tease my followers first. Let them see the build-up.”

I moved closer, catching her perfume mixed with the ocean breeze, but didn’t touch her yet. “Then show me how you want to start, Lexi. Prove you can handle what I’ve got for you.”

I stepped in, my size casting a shadow over Lexi’s slim body. The camera kept rolling, catching every change in her face. I put my hand on the truck next to her head, boxing her in.

“Talk to them,” I said quietly, my voice firm. “Tell your fans what you want a stranger like me to do to you.”

Lexi’s breath quickened. She turned a bit toward the phone, keeping her face out of view but making sure our bodies stayed in the shot.

“Hey everyone… I’m at this amazing overlook, and I just met a real trucker. He’s tall, built, tattooed… and he’s looking at me like he already owns me.” Her voice got breathier as I ran my fingers down her bare arm, giving her goosebumps.

“I told him my fantasy. I want him to breed me right here. Deep. Raw. I want to feel him stretch me and fill me until I’m dripping with his cum… maybe even carrying his baby for the algorithm.”

I throbbed hard in my jeans. I pressed against her, letting her feel the hard outline of my erection against her stomach.

“Good girl,” I said quietly. “Keep going.”

I slid my hand under her tank top, brushing her waist before moving up. Her nipples were already stiff peaks. I circled one through the fabric, pinching gently until she gasped.

“These tits are going to look amazing bouncing while I fuck you,” I said for the camera. “But first, I’m going to make sure you’re soaked and begging.”

Lexi moaned, pressing into my hand. “He’s touching me now… His hands are so big. I can feel how hard he is. I need it. I want this stranger to take me against his truck, even if someone drives by.”

I kissed and nipped at her neck, my hand moving to her other breast, kneading and teasing. I pressed my hips forward, grinding against her through our clothes. The friction felt incredible, but I held back, enjoying how her body shook.

“Spread your legs a little,” I said quietly. When she did, I slid my thigh between hers, giving her something to grind on. “That’s it. Show the camera how desperate you’re getting.”

Her hips moved against my leg, soft whimpers slipping out as I explored her body—squeezing her ass, pulling her closer, and whispering what I’d do to her.

Lexi’s soft moans and the subtle rocking of her hips against my thigh had my blood running hot. I pulled back just enough to create space, my hand sliding down to the button of her denim cutoffs.

“Time to give your fans a better view,” I said, my tone firm. “Take these off for me. Slowly.”

She obeyed with a shaky breath, glancing once more at the camera before shimmying out of her shorts.

The movement revealed a tiny black thong that barely covered her smooth mound.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband and dragged it down her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down.

The cool ocean breeze brushed against her exposed skin, making her shiver.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, drinking in the sight of her glistening pussy. “Turn around and bend over the step of the truck. Hands on the metal. Ass toward the camera.”

Lexi positioned herself as instructed, arching her back to present herself. The phone captured everything—the scenic overlook behind us, her bare lower body, and my imposing frame behind her. I dropped to one knee, spreading her cheeks with my large hands for a close inspection.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” I growled, loud enough for the recording. “Already wet for a stranger’s cock. You want me to breed this hole, don’t you, Lexi?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing back toward me. “I need it so bad. I want you to fill me up… knock me up on camera.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly along her slit, savoring her sweet taste.

She gasped sharply. I took my time, licking and sucking her clit with deliberate strokes while one thick finger circled her entrance.

Her legs trembled as I pushed the finger inside, feeling her tight walls clench around it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned against her flesh. “This pussy is going to look incredible stretched around my cock.”

I added a second finger, pumping them slowly while my tongue continued its assault on her clit. The wet sounds of my fingers sliding in and out filled the air, mixing with her increasingly desperate moans.

For the camera, she narrated breathlessly, “He’s… he’s eating me out right here. Two thick fingers inside me. It feels so good. I’m going to let him cum deep inside me. I want his load. I want this trucker to breed me like a slut for all of you.”

I stood up, keeping my fingers buried inside her, and reached around to pull her tank top up and over her breasts. Her full tits spilled free, nipples hard and begging for attention. I pinched one firmly while curling my fingers against her inner wall, searching for that sensitive spot.

“On your knees now,” I commanded, withdrawing my fingers and offering them to her lips. She turned and dropped obediently, sucking my digits clean while looking up at me—and the camera. My cock strained painfully against my jeans as I unzipped, freeing the thick, veined length.

“Show them how you worship a real man’s cock before I breed you.”