Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby (Blue Ridge Mountain Billionaires Book 2)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  She nodded. “I had some fun at a holiday party once. Lots of fun.” Her eyes got that faraway look as she bit the tip of her finger. “That’s the thing about holiday parties . . . things can get a little wild.”

  She lifted onto her elbows, her tits jutting out. I took a moment to admire them.

  “I bet there’s a story there, Mr. Diaz.”

  “There is, but that’s for another time. Now lie back and scoot to the edge of the bed.”

  I still needed to tell her that I was Nathan’s father, but it so wasn’t the time for that talk now.

  Once she got into position, I said, “Great. Now turn over and raise your ass in the air.”

  She had such a delicious ass, and since I had to stay clear of her tits, I needed something to play with while I fucked her.

  Once she did as I told her, I said, “I will do things to you that you may have never done before. If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

  She looked back, her eyes hooded, and nodded.

  “Place your head on the bed, so I can get real deep inside you.”

  She moaned and lowered until only her beautiful round ass was in the air. I slid my thumb up and down her lips, still dripping wet from her climax.

  I lined my cock up to her entrance. “Ready?”

  “God, yes. Please fuck me.”

  She asked for it.

  Chapter 16

  Julia

  MY EYES WIDENED, AND then sweet bliss rolled over me as Monty slammed his cock into me.

  “Fuck,” I said with a groan.

  His cock was enormous, but I knew I could take it from what I experienced back in December. Not only could I take it, I was addicted to it.

  I hadn’t stopped fantasizing about that dicking since. This was like experiencing it again, but now in technicolor.

  Monty liked to watch me. When he was eating me out and bestowing me with an incredible orgasm, I noticed his eyes rarely left my face.

  That turned me on.

  He pumped in and out of me slowly. It was delicious torture. I tried to push back, but he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

  “You’ll stay right where you are, Ms. Nutters.”

  I felt a slap on my ass. A sharp pain, but not intense, rippled through my cheek and exploded into pleasure at my core.

  I never loved hearing my last name until now.

  “Yes, Mr. Diaz.”

  “You have a tight ass. Has it ever been fucked?”

  My eyes widened. “Uh, no.”

  I had my fair share of guys ask for that, but they barely knew how to make me come. There was no way I would let them near my ass with their dicks.

  “Too bad. I’d bet you’d love it.”

  I bit my lip. Would I? Monty was different in the bedroom than he was outside of it. The nerdy billionaire liked to control things with sex. He was confident and knew what he was doing. I bet if I tried it with him, it would be incredible.

  “Your cock is too big.”

  “Mmm. We’ll just have to work your tight ass until it can take me, then.”

  My hand slipped between my thighs as I reached for my clit. Just the thought of him filling me like that would make me come.

  “Grab my balls and tug hard,” he said with a slap of my ass.

  I did as he told me and used my thumb knuckle to rub my clit at the same time.

  “Yeah, Ms. Nutters. That’s it.” He ground into me deep.

  I felt something pressing on my asshole. I didn’t know if it was his thumb or finger, but it surprised me at how much I liked it.

  “Ready to be filled?” His voice was gravelly.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  There was a slight burning pain as he pushed inside my puckered hole, but it didn’t last. After a moment it was gone, and I experienced a sensation I had never felt before.

  When he said filled, I did not understand how right he was. That was how I felt—filled, but with pleasure.

  I could barely move. My body was only able to take what he was giving.

  My grip tightened on his sack, and I heard him groan. His pace picked up as he pounded into me.

  “You need to come because I won’t last.”

  I was about to come anyway. My eyes rolled back into my head as the biggest orgasm I had ever felt ripped through my body.

  He had hit a spot in my ass that set me off. I guess there was a G-spot there.

  “Oh man, you’re creaming my cock.” Monty stared down at where he was fucking me.

  I felt it run down my arm as I rubbed my clit, but I was so lost in the climax that I didn’t care.

  “Julia,” he said with a groan, and his head fell back.

  The rhythm of his hips slowed, and it wasn’t long before he gently guided me to my side and pulled out of me.

  I lay there like a heap of jelly, still twitching from the climax, unable to move or even talk. I thought the sex I had in that dark closet at the ball was the best I ever had, but this beat it a hundred times over. If the closet sex was a delicious, juicy hamburger, then this was an expensive steak dinner with twice-baked potatoes. Damn, I loved twice-baked potatoes.

  I felt something warm and wet between my legs. Looking down, I saw Monty there with a wet rag wiping me clean. He had left the room and went to the bathroom, and I hadn’t even noticed.

  Once he was done, he tossed the towel onto the floor and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me into his arm.

  “Congratulations, you officially earned the title of Wonder Dick.”

  He chuckled, and I felt it rumble down my spine.

  I draped my arm over his chest. He was warm, wet, and smelled of sex. I missed this.

  I loved my son, but men rarely gave me a second glance when I was pregnant, and the ones who did . . . Well, I was wise enough to stay clear from.

  “You don’t have a thing for MILFs, do you?”

  He frowned. Had I caught him? Was that the reason he wanted me around?

  While I knew bringing a baby to an interview wasn’t a wise idea, I never could’ve imagined it would get me laid. While I was happy to be thoroughly fucked, the reason disturbed me.

  “Hmm, I never really thought about it that way before.”

  I cringed. No, no, no. Ugh, I find a hot-as-fuck guy with a huge, orgasm-inducing cock who’s wealthy, and he’s only into me because of my baby.

  I pulled back, pulling the covers over me. “While this was nice, I will not sleep with you just because you get off on fucking women who pop out babies.”

  My eyes slid down his body. Even with a non-erect dick, the guy was hung. I bit my bottom lip, “Um, I mean . . . at least not here.”

  I flopped onto my back, throwing my arm over my eyes. What could I say? I was weak for the gargantuan cock. And that ass-play was so good. I would have tried it long ago if I knew it could be like that.

  I heard Monty laugh, and when I lifted my arm, I saw he was on his elbow, hovering over me. “I don’t have a thing for MILFs, if that’s what you meant. But I have a thing for this MILF right here.”

  “So, you aren’t just attracted to me because of Nathan?”

  His smile faded. Before I could find out why asking about Nathan would bother him, I heard a noise downstairs.

  “Crap, my sister’s back from her walk. I suggest you get dressed.”

  Though I knew my vagina would hate me for it, I gave Monty a small push toward the edge of the bed. I thought it was little, but I guess that orgasm gave me super strength because he fell to the ground.

  “Hey, wait.” His arms flailed as his perfectly sculpted ass hit the hard floor.

  “Whoops.” I scooted to the edge and peered over. “Sorry. It’s just that—”

  The door swung open and hit the wall with a thwack. Jami stood there, panting.

  “Do I need to call 9-1-1?” she asked.

  I waved my hand at her. “No, he just slipped out of bed. He’s not hurt.”

  Monty tried his best to cover his dick with his hands.
I say tried, because as big a package as he carried, there was some slippage.

  I felt a tug of the bedspread and realized he was pulling on it to cover himself.

  My sister moved farther into the room and stood at his feet, staring down at him.

  “Are you hurt?” she asked because the woman never believed me.

  “Yup, fine. Just trying to not be naked right now.”

  “But you are naked. The only way to not be naked would require clothing, which you are obviously not wearing.”

  His lips thinned as he tried to look anywhere but at her. My sister, on the other hand, had no problem staring at my ex-boss.

  “That is true,” I added.

  She turned her head to me as if realizing I was still in the room.

  “You’re naked too.”

  “Correct. Hey, Jami?”

  “Yes?”

  “Could you give us some privacy so we can get dressed? Then I’ll come downstairs to take over for Nathan.”

  She shrugged. “Okay. But he’s getting hungry.” Jami turned and slammed the door behind her.

  “Holy moly, that was, uh . . . uncomfortable.” Monty let go of the blanket and stood.

  “I wanted to warn you, but she’s quick. The woman never knocks.”

  Everyone in our family, especially my parents when they wanted private time together, had explained to her that people need to knock before entering someone’s private place. She understood this, and I had even seen her knock a few times, but most of the time, she just barged in.

  I learned to deal with it by locking my door. But with my pussy in dire need of resuscitation, I forgot.

  Monty found his clothes and mine. Tossing mine onto the bed, he got to work getting dressed. It was almost as much fun watching him put back on his clothes as when he took them off.

  “You’re watching me again.”

  “I can’t help it. I like the way you move.” I pointed to his fly. “And it feels like you let me in on a secret today.”

  His eyes widened. “What secret?”

  What was that about? Did Mr. Diaz have a secret he wasn’t telling me? I bet billionaires had all kinds of secrets. I wondered if one day his office would be raided by the government.

  Was Monty a nerd in disguise? Underneath his button-up, geek exterior lay the heart of a bad boy.

  A shiver ran up my back.

  “Your cock. You know how big it is. How it can leap tall buildings and cause orgasms on demand. That secret.”

  His lips curled. “Oh, yeah.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him, pulling over my T-shirt. “What secret did you think I was talking about?”

  He sighed and mumbled something about needing to tell me. Monty came over to the bed and sat, and I scooted next to him. His brow was pinched, and he placed his hand on my thigh, but not in a sexy way. In a concerned, I-have-something-heavy-to-tell-you sort of way.

  “Does it involve the job, because technically, I don’t work for you anymore. You and I playing hide the pickle couldn’t break any workplace laws. At least, I think.” I didn’t know what I was talking about.

  I received The Blue Spot employee manual on Monday, and it was still at the bottom of my purse, untouched.

  “It involves that, but actually, you work for The Blue Spot, not me. Rock, my brother, is just letting me use you as an assistant while I am in town.”

  “Use me, huh?”

  “No, not like that. I meant borrow, uh . . . retain your services . . . There’s no way to phrase this where it doesn’t sound bad.”

  I chuckled. “I understand what you mean. I guess I quit for no reason. What I should have done was go to HR and file a complaint. Have me transferred.”

  “That’s a way to go about it. Sure.” He seemed to struggle. With what, I had no idea.

  I would not complain. I was more than eager to let him fuck me until I turned into jelly than get transferred to another department.

  “You know I wouldn’t complain. Not after you touched me with your sword of enlightenment.”

  He blinked. “I’m trying to be serious, and you keep calling me and my body parts ridiculous names.”

  “I am being very serious. They should build statues of your cock. And if this is your way to ask me back to work, I accept.”

  “Yes, I want you back, but that wasn’t why—”

  The door flew open. Jami stood there.

  “Oh good, you two are dressed.”

  “Jami, we are talking.”

  “But Nathan needs to eat. He needs your boob shakes.”

  Monty snorted as I covered my eyes. I regretted calling them that in front of her; now she wouldn’t stop calling my breasts boob shakes.

  “It looks like I have to go feed Nathan. Can we discuss this further on Monday at work?”

  “Right. Work. Monday. I will be out of town for the weekend and won’t be back until Tuesday. But since I came here to uh . . .” he glanced over at Jami before turning back to me, “hire you back, I’ll have some work for you on Monday.”

  Great. Not only did I have my job back, but I got to bang the boss too. I hoped it wasn’t just a one-time thing because his cock was so good, I wouldn’t mind going back for seconds or thirds or hundreds.

  Chapter 17

  Monty

  “WE SHOULDN’T BE DOING this,” I said as I loosened my tie and got down on my knees.

  Julia’s pussy was glistening, her lips already swollen as she leaned over my desk with her skirt hitched up to her lower back. She looked back, her blue eyes turning dark like a stormy sea.

  She shook her ass just an inch from my face, and I took the bait. My teeth clamped down on her perfect alabaster skin, my tongue sliding across the red mark I just made.

  “But, Mr. Diaz, I need to be taught a lesson. I shouldn’t have left last week and in front of an important client.”

  She smelled incredible. All weekend I thought about fucking her and could barely concentrate on the client meetings I had set up out west. I even looked up her number to text her but didn’t go through with it.

  She must have done the same because on Sunday I got a text from her asking if I wanted a picture of her pussy. My cock instantly hardened from her question. It took me all of ten seconds to debate if that was wise, but I finally replied with a yes.

  And what she sent me wasn’t a picture at all, but a video of her pleasuring herself.

  I returned the favor and filmed myself yanking my cock for her.

  When I came to work today after not seeing her for three days, I didn’t know what to expect. I worried that she regretted what we did. But I never expected her to bend over my desk and lift her skirt, telling me how much she missed me.

  My hands lifted, and I rubbed the tips of my thumbs over her wet folds before sinking them into her core. She let out a contented sigh.

  Julia was hot. More than hot . . . she was explosive.

  “Lick me, Mr. Diaz.”

  Was it weird that my cock got even harder whenever she called me Mr. Diaz?

  I flattened my tongue on her clit, and her hips began to move. Her sweet flavor made my mouth water. I couldn’t help myself; I buried my face between her thighs.

  “You’re so good, Mr. Diaz. Make me come.”

  I replaced my thumbs with two fingers and slapped her ass. She cried out some curse words, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

  Her head went back, and I felt her tighten around my fingers. She was coming. I gave her a moment to enjoy her climax before I hopped to my feet. Within seconds, my pants were around my ankles, and the condom from my desk drawer was rolled down my cock.

  “Someone could walk in,” I pointed out right as I aligned my tip to her entrance.

  “Possibly,” she said breathlessly with a smirk, “but unlikely. You don’t have any meetings for a while.”

  I arrived on Tuesday to work, finding her with an enormous grin on her face and wearing the sexiest outfit I’d ever seen. She had on a very short skirt, and her bl
ouse was so tight, I was afraid the buttons might pop off.

  I suspected she wore it for me, and I had to admit . . . it worked. Once she sashayed into my office and announced her pussy felt neglected, I was already bending her over my desk.

  “I hope you’re right, Ms. Nutters.”

  I slowly pumped back and forth until my cock was deep inside her. Clenching my jaw, I tried to hold back the load I was about to blow. If Julia thought I had a wonder dick, then she had a magical pussy. It was sweet and hot and wrapped around my cock exquisitely.

  With rosy cheeks, Julia had the most blissful look on her face. She was radiant.

  “Is this what you love? My cock?”

  She made enough names for it, I almost felt silly asking. But I liked to hear it.

  “God, yes. Mr. Diaz, you have the best cock. I love it when you fill me.” She glanced back, nibbling on her lower lip.

  I knew what she wanted. It seemed she loved ass play, and her orgasm proved it. I had never seen a woman cream herself—and it was because of me that she did.

  I slid my thumb over her wet folds and spread up until her ass was nice and wet. She moaned in delight as I circled my thumb around until I pushed the tip inside.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Julia was already clenching around my cock as I worked my thumb inside her. She would not last, but neither would I.

  “I’m coming,” she ground out.

  I looked down and sure enough, I watched her drip all over my cock. My nose flared as I felt my balls tighten.

  Placing my hand on the desk by her hip, I came. My back arched as I threw my head back.

  My legs felt weak as I came down from my enormous high. Slowly, I slid out of her. Her panties were around here somewhere . . . I glanced around the floor.

  “Thank you, Mr. Diaz. You thoroughly taught me a lesson. But just in case I unlearn it at some point,” she smiled as she pushed herself up and pulled down her skirt, “perhaps we need to make this a regular meeting.”

  I scooped up her undies and dangled them from my finger as I held them out. She plucked them from me and leaned over, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

  “We might be pushing it. And besides, if we’re keeping this up,” I waved a hand between the two of us, “I think we should do it properly. Let me take you out for dinner.”