by Freya Kane
“Yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips backward as I tried to get Ethan to push his cock into me.
For all his desperation a moment ago, Ethan seemed to enjoy teasing me a bit. He pushed inside me, just the head of his cock breaching my aching hole, and he started thrusting shallowly. Every thrust only dipped an inch or so inside me, and I was already going crazy.
My huge pregnant belly bumped against the counter with every thrust, and I could feel my nipples poking through my top, even with a bra.
“Ethan please!” I begged. “I need all of it!”
Ethan chuckled. “I remember when you were a shy little virgin, fingering this tight little pussy while you watched me jerk off.” I shivered, my pussy tightening around Ethan’s cock at the arousing memory. “You want all of this?” Ethan purred, sheathing his cock inside me in one hard thrust.
“YES!” I sobbed, the deep dicking I’d been craving bringing me to a crashing orgasm. I came so quickly now, and I was thankful for the sturdy counter as my knees buckled with pleasure.
Both of Ethan’s hands were resting on my belly, cupping the roundness as he fucked me. Still shaking from my aftershocks, I guided one of his hands up to my breast, pushing his work-calloused fingers down the front of the tank top I wore and into my bra.
Ethan’s fingers closed around my throbbing nipple, squeezing the heavy globe of my breast and I felt a gush of wetness in my bra.
Ethan paused, and when he spoke again his voice was tight as he tried not to come. “Is that milk on my fingers?”
“I think so,” I stammered, feeling a little embarrassed, but still so horny. I didn’t know how to put it into words, but I wanted Ethan to suck on my nipples and taste my milk.
Ethan pulled out abruptly and turned me around, tugging my tank top and bra down until one of my breasts popped out. My belly was too big for him to suck my nipple and fuck me at the same time, so he wrapped his hand tightly around his slippery cock and fucked his fist while he took my nipple into his mouth.
My nipples were incredibly sensitive already so Ethan’s talented tongue had my empty pussy clenching but when I felt the new, strange sensation of milk flowing out of me, I had to bring one hand down between my legs.
I found the swollen nub of my clit and started rubbing myself quickly as Ethan suckled me. Every swallow of milk made my clit throb even more. Ethan’s lips vibrated as he groaned his own pleasure around my nipple, the wet slap of his hand on his cock loud in the silent room.
I cried out as I brought myself to another orgasm, my finger rubbing even faster against my clit. I yelped in surprise as Ethan straightened up, my nipple slipping from his mouth. He pushed my hand aside and slammed into me, his cock spearing my pussy while I was still quaking from my orgasm.
The pleasure redoubled, and I squeezed Ethan’s cock with my inner muscles. He was barely able to thrust twice more before I felt heat flood my pussy as he came. My hungry pussy tightened around him even more, milking his cock the way he’d just milked me.
We were both gasping for breath and sweaty as we leaned against the counter in the bakery. Ethan gently pulled my bra and tank top back into place and eased his cock out of me, pulling my pants and underwear back up before the sticky mess between my legs could drip down my thighs. He tucked his own cock away and kissed me sweetly before taking my hand and leading me out of the bakery.
***
Change is scary. Leaving home for the first time, getting a new job, getting pregnant – I’d had so many changes in the last few months, but every one of them was amazing.
I couldn’t wait to meet the new member of our family, though I knew Ethan would miss the way my body looked pregnant. Of course, that just meant that he’d have to get me pregnant again.
Considering how much I love his cock, I don’t think we’ll have any problems there!
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Baby for the Billionaire
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Freya Kane
I always thought I was a strong woman. From the time I was a kid, I ate up all the Girl Power stereotypes. I thought I was going to be the first woman president. I never dreamed that I’d be on my knees in the secret sex room of one of the richest men in the city.
I've never been one of those quiet types. I think the word "wild" describes my personality type better than anything else. I have the type of curves that get you catcalls on the street, and I was never afraid to yell right back. Girl power or not, I spent a lot of my life in and out of trouble until I shaped up in college and managed to land a job working for Killian Ash
Killian Ash was beyond rich. He was the kind of rich that could buy and sell people, and if he really wanted to, he could make them disappear. Me? I’m nobody. Just plain old Cassie Roman, a secretary in one of his many holdings. The day I met Mr. Ash was one of the rainiest days we’d had in months. Muddy footprints covered the hallway from uncaring executives, and the last thing my boss wanted was the big boss seeing the floor filthy. The janitorial staff was busy with a clogged toilet upstairs, so guess who had the duty of crawling on her hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex? Me, that’s who.
Mr. Ash walked in while I was crouched on the floor, my skirt riding up my hips as I scrubbed at a stubborn patch of mud.
“You look good on your knees.”
I snapped my head around, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was crude enough to make a remark like that. When I saw who was standing there my reply died in my throat. "Thank you, sir," I said quietly. "I was just cleaning up the mud."
“Continue,” he said, stepping around me without another glance like I was a scullery maid and he was some kind of medieval lord. The proud part of me wanted to throw out some comment about me being just as worthy of attention as he was, but the biggest part of me was focused on how wet my panties were from what he had said.
Killian Ash thought I looked good on my knees.
Beyond being richer than God, Killian Ash was devastatingly sexy, with wavy dark hair with just a touch of gray at the temples, ice blue eyes, and a body that, at least judging by how he wore a suit, was pretty damn cut. I doubted very much that my panties were the only wet ones in the office when Mr. Ash was around, but that comment just made me wonder if I really was the only one who wanted Mr. Ash’s cock down my throat.
I spent the rest of the day sitting at my receptionist desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs and trying desperately to get some friction against my clit. My panties were soaking, and I wanted nothing more than to excuse myself to the bathroom and finger myself in a bathroom stall, but stepping away from my desk meant I might miss seeing Mr. Ash when he left. Too much of a risk.
I sat there for two agonizing hours before he walked past me again. He paused beside my desk. “Up off your knees I see,” he said, a wry smile crossing his lips. “Pity.”
I shivered, his words sending a lightning bolt right to my clit. He noticed. Mr. Ash reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card and laid it down on my desk.
“I am very good at reading people, Miss Roman. If I’m reading you correctly, I will see you at that address tomorrow at 9:00 in the evening.”
Before I could reply, Mr. Ash turned on his heels and walked out.
***
I should have been offended at his presumption. I should have walked down
to HR and made a complaint that I was being propositioned like a hooker in a professional environment. I probably could have gotten myself a fat settlement check because the last thing someone of his caliber wants is bad publicity.
Instead, I found myself sitting on an ornate leather sofa that probably cost more than my car in a room larger than my entire apartment. Mr. Ash had yet to show himself. An older man who introduced himself as Giles escorted me to the room. This man was so rich he had live in servants!
The minutes ticked by as I waited for him to arrive. I’d been in a constant state of arousal since I’d seen him yesterday, and, even though my pussy had been aching for any kind of touch I had abstained. I wanted the next fingers between my legs to be Mr. Ash’s.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Mr. Ash strode into the room. Clad in a dark-gray suit, he looked every bit the powerful executive. I couldn't wait to see what was hiding underneath that dark wool.
"Follow me," he said, sharply. Without any further preamble, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me to follow at his heels.
The house was enormous, and he leads me through a seemingly endless number of hallways before stopping in front of a heavy oak door. He unlocked it with a thick iron key, the type you'd see locking up prisoners in an old movie, and a started to feel nervous. No one knew I was here, and Mr. Ash was rich enough that he was very close to being above the law.
He pushed the door open and instead of the chains and black leather I was expecting, I was confronted with an ocean of red and black.
The room was small compared to the sitting room, but still fairly large in size. A fluffy red rug covered most of the black tiled floor. Wallpaper done in black and gray stripes covered that walls, making me feel like I was inside a sadistic candy cane. Dominating the room was a huge iron bed. Attached to each of the bedposts was a set of leather lined cuffs.
"What is this place?" I asked, trying to hide my apprehension. I was far from being a virgin, but I couldn't even fathom letting someone do what this room implied
“It’s a room for pleasure,” he answered mildly, as though I had asked him casually about the weather.
Mr. Ash took off his jacket and folded it neatly over the back of the large armchair next to the crib. "I saw you crawling around on your hands and knees on the floor, and I knew you'd look perfect crawling on your knees in this room." His eyes raked me up and down my body appraisingly. "The clothes are wrong though. Take them off."
A thrill shot through me at the order, despite my fear of his intentions and I quickly peeled off the emerald shift dress I had worn, leaving myself wearing a black bra and thong and a pair of high heels.
I moved to kick off the shoes, but before I could go any further, he said down in the armchair and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass as I sat on his lap, and I wriggled against it. A gentle slap on my thigh stilled me.
“Hold still,” he ordered. He unfastened my bra and tossed it away with a look of distaste. “Hiding these is just a crime.”
I moaned. The crotch of my thong was completely sodden with my juices. “I’ll do anything you want,” I said, opening up my legs as an invitation.
Another gentle slap, only this one landed open-handed between my legs. I yelped at the slight pain mixed with pleasure.
“I’m not the only one here.”
I whimpered but held my tongue as his hand returned to my mound. "It looks you're wet," he said, his fingers stroking my slit over the thong, the rough lace rubbing against my clit. "I think I should take this off you."
Without warning, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. I squirmed as he pulled the thong off of me, baring my pussy to his gaze. I had shaved before coming over, and the lack of hair seemed to please him.
“I’m a powerful man,” he said, “But I don’t believe in buying people. Free consent, freely given is what I want. I go to events with models on my arm. I fuck actresses and I feel nothing.” He paused and the intensity in his eyes made me feel even more naked. “I saw you kneeling on the floor and I felt something. I’ve been bored with life for years but your spirit. . . it intoxicates me.”
Mr. Ash lowered his head between my legs, and that first touch of his tongue to my clit was like lightning striking me. He quickly moved away from my clit and instead followed the contours of my outer lips with his tongue. After making that first circuit, he moved inward, repeating the same process with my inner lips, licking every peak or valley of my skin before moving on to my opening. My pussy opened like an orchid, welcoming his tongue inside.
Like everything else about Killian Ash, that tongue felt large and imposing as it snaked inside my pussy. His tongue lapped at my inner walls tasting my juices as they flowed out of me. All the while, my clit was screaming for attention, but he ignored it while he lavished licks on the perimeter of my pussy.
He lifted his head up and I wanted to scream at the thought of being left still wanting, after being on the edge of orgasm for over a day. “Patience,” he said with a chuckle. Mr. Ash lowered his head again and this time he latched his mouth to my clit, sucking hard on my neglected flesh.
I couldn't help the shriek that escaped me as my orgasm slammed into me. My hips bucked against his face as wave after wave of pleasure filled me. If someone had asked me two days ago, if I would be having the most powerful orgasm of my life on the bed of a billionaire, I would have called them crazy. I still felt a little crazy for doing this, but having your body worshiped by one of the most powerful men in the world was too intoxicating to even consider giving up.
When I came back to my senses, I could see how aroused Mr. Ash was. Somehow my brain just couldn’t think of him as simply “Killian.” Even with his head buried between my legs, this man simply oozed power.
Mr. Ash settled himself back into the armchair, and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants had grown, tenting the front of those expensive trousers. As I watched, he unzipped his pants and freed the largest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least nine inches long, and my pussy clenched at the sight of how thick it was. “Come over here,” he beckoned, “I’ve been dreaming about what the inside of your mouth feels like since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He wrapped his hand around that thick cock and stroked it a few times.
I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, moving in a way I hoped was sexy, but just felt odd to my limited experience. I sat back on his heels between his legs and stared up at the tower of flesh before me. Killian Ash had been blessed by a lot more than just wealth and his wallet wasn't the only thick thing he kept inside his well-cut pants. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, and my fingers could barely fit around it. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit it all into my mouth.
I opened my mouth and took the head inside. I slowly circled my tongue around the head before widening my jaw to take him deeper. Mr. Ash’s cock was only halfway inside my mouth before I felt the blunt head hit the back of my throat and I choked, pulling back to try not to gag.
His hand tangled in my hair, yanking hard on the roots as he forced his cock deeper into me. I relaxed my throat as much as I was able, trying not to breathe as the thick flesh filled my mouth.
All the while, my traitorous pussy was demanding attention as well. I didn’t know if touching myself would earn me another slap, but I decided to risk it. I pushed my hand down my front and found my slippery clit. I rubbed the swollen nub with my fingertip and I moaned my pleasure around Mr. Ash’s cock. I felt a steely grip around my wrist and my hand was abruptly yanked away. “No,” he ground out.
Mr. Ash shoved his dick all the way into my throat, pushing me down until my nose rested against his body and his balls brushed my chin. I felt his cock spasm and then the warm salty come poured into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it oozed out of my mouth, dripping down my face and landing on my chest.
When his cock stopped twitching, I slowly l
eaned back, easing the large organ out of my throat. My face and chest were covered with his sticky come, even though I had swallowed most of his huge load. Hopefully, I looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to have pleased him, but feeling like my messiness had failed some sort of test.
Instead of being disappointed, the hunger in his eyes shocked me. “You have no idea how you look, do you?” he said. From the recesses of his pockets, he pulled out a fine linen handkerchief and used it to wipe my come smeared lips. “Naked with your face and those magnificent breasts covered in my come. . .” he trailed off, his eyes never leaving my breasts.
