The Billionaire's STEP Surrogate

by Wild, Nikki

  “What’s not fair?” he asked with a frown.

  Kayla felt a scorching heat rise in her cheeks. Had she really just said that out loud?

  “I… uh…” she began, desperately searching for the right words to explain herself. Her head was fuzzy with drunkenness, and she found the task even more difficult to accomplish than usual. “I was just thinking… um…”

  Carter frowned at her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “About what? We’re not really going to have this conversation about the company and your behavior again, are we?”

  “No,” Kayla said. “No, really. It’s nothing like that. I was thinking about something else.”

  “Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” Carter said, smiling faintly as he trailed his fingers over her bare calves. He looked so weary. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  Kayla hesitated just a moment more, but she knew it was no use. As tipsy as she was, she was practically a fountain of truth. The words came bubbling up past her lips as she sighed, powerless to stop them.

  “I feel bad that… that Mom doesn’t pay more attention to you,” she said slowly, trying to carefully choose her words despite the fog shrouding her brain. “I feel bad that she’s gone so much of the time, and that even when she’s here, it’s like she’s… not really here. You know?”

  Her stepfather nodded solemnly. “I know,” he said, “but it isn’t that simple. Your mother is as dedicated to her job as I am, and…”

  “But she doesn’t need to work, does she?” Kayla interrupted. “Not with you taking care of her.”

  Carter took a breath. “Well, that’s not the only reason she works, sweetheart. She has a… drive. A desire to do something more.”

  “What about your desires?” Kayla asked him. “Don’t they matter?”

  “Everyone has to look out for their own wants and needs,” Carter said, though from his tone, it was clear he didn’t entirely believe it. “You can’t rely on somebody else to fill that void for you. And your mother knows that. That’s part of the reason why she works. She finds it fulfilling.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be anything like her,” Kayla said, folding her arms.

  Carter smiled. “Oh, you could stand to learn a thing or two from your mother,” he told her. “If you were more like her, you’d get anything you wanted.”

  Kayla squinted at him, trying to discern his meaning. She got the feeling there was something more to what he’d said about being more like her mom, and the look on his face all but confirmed it. He averted his eyes, cleared his throat, and rested his hand on her knee, obviously embarrassed.

  “Well,” she said slowly, looking her stepfather up and down. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I could stand to learn a thing or two from her… if it gets me what I want.”

  He shifted again, wetting his lips and shooting a sideways glance at her. “And what do you want, Kayla? Obviously, you don’t want to run the business.”

  She sat up on her elbows, thinking. “I’m not sure, honestly. I’ve always been into art—illustration, in particular, but… you always told me that wasn’t a viable career option.”

  “Well, not if you aren’t independently wealthy,” Carter said, though his voice now held a certain tone, almost as if he’d intended on saying more, but hadn’t.

  Kayla caught on. Or at least, she thought she did. Carter was always encouraging her to take risks when it came to business dealings, and she was pretty sure that was exactly what this exchange with her stepfather was turning out to be.

  “But, we are wealthy…” Kayla began, but Carter just laughed softly.

  “Sweetheart, there’s a big difference between being wealthy, and being independently wealthy. I’m a slave to my own wealth, working to maintain the empire I’ve built, and one day you will be part of that machine. It is bigger than us. Tens of thousands of people depend on us to keep the balls in the air. One day I will pass you the reins to my company, and you will understand.”

  “What if there was an option. I mean, what if I was independently wealthy,” she said, “like, if there was another heir to take over the family business, then I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. Right?”

  “I suppose that’s true,” Carter said with a little shrug. He seemed like he was actively trying to seem noncommittal, like there was a great battle raging inside of him that he desperately didn’t want anyone to know about, especially his young stepdaughter. “If you weren’t running the company, you would have the time and the money to pursue your own dreams, but there is one obvious problem here. You’re an only child, and at this point, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change...”

  There was a very awkward silence between them and Carter sized her up. Kayla had a feeling they were fighting much the same war, albeit for entirely different reasons.

  If I could give my stepfather a baby, I could be free, she thought, her heart beginning to pound. Free to do whatever I wanted to do. Free to be exactly who I want to be.

  But there was so much more to it than that. It wasn’t like she’d be helping him through an adoption or talking to her mother about the possibility of fertility treatments. She’d be taking her mother’s place, in a way—a way that was purely sexual and utterly deviant.

  The worst part was that she was actually considering it, and that in some sick way, it sort of turned her on.

  What would it be like to commit the unthinkable, the forbidden, the taboo? What would it be like to seduce her stepfather, to carry his child, and to help raise it right under her practically-absent mother’s nose?

  Kayla didn’t hate her mother. She might not have understood her very well, but she was still her mother. She just knew a good deal when she saw one, and she thought that maybe she could remind her mother of the importance of her family in the process of setting herself free.

  She looked at Carter, at his handsome, chiseled face. He could’ve been a model, if he’d wanted to, showing off his body in the name of Calvin Klein. She could just imagine him up on a billboard downtown, his rippling abs, hard pecs, and smoldering eyes on display for everyone to see and envy.

  She licked her lips, tasting the slick, strawberry-flavored gloss spread across them, and pushed herself up onto her hands so that she and her stepfather were mere inches from each other.

  “I think that I know a way to get you what you want,” she said softly, afraid that if she spoke too loud, it would shatter the reservoir of courage she’d mustered. “A way that benefits us both.”

  Carter looked into her eyes. Kayla noticed he was breathing a little heavier, and there was a flare of desire burning in his gray eyes. “I know,” he whispered back. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Kayla, because I’m thinking it, too.”

  Kayla swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected him to catch on to her—not before she’d begun, anyway. Trembling, she watched as her stepfather swept his hand slowly up her leg, approaching the shaven mound between her thighs, the one just barely covered by the sheer panties he’d caught a surreptitious glance of earlier.

  She knew he was still thinking of that moment. She hadn’t been able to keep it out of her mind, either. She closed her eyes, quelling the nerves inside of her as Carter grazed the coarse pads of his fingers over the seam of her underwear.

  “Jesus,” she whimpered, biting hard into her lower lip. “We’re… we’re really gonna do this…”

  “Not if you say no,” Carter murmured. She could feel his hot stare on her, could feel the embers of his eyes burning into her flesh as he exposed her thighs inch by inch.

  Kayla shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “Please, Daddy. Don’t stop…”

  He shuddered at the word “Daddy,” and Kayla smiled and bit her lip. This was going to be even dirtier than she’d thought.

  She let her stepfather push her skirt up around her waist, revealing her hips and the flat plane of her taut belly. Carter sucked in a breath through his teeth, trailing his fingers ove
r her skin and winding them into the waistband of her panties. He slowly tugged them aside, his gaze fixed on her smooth, glistening lips, dewy with the evidence of her lust.

  “Have you… had boys before?” he asked her as he parted her folds, exploring the pink petals gingerly.

  Kayla moaned softly, tilting her head back so that her long, golden hair spilled over her shoulders. “No, Daddy,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see. “No boys… And never a man like you.”

  She felt her nipples harden into perky buds as Carter wetted his finger in her silken desires, then slipped it into her hole, making her gasp as she took him in up to his knuckle. Another finger soon joined the first, and Kayla writhed on them, curling her toes as Carter worked them in and out, teasing her sweet spot with every pass.

  His breathing grew labored. “Kayla… baby… are you sure?”

  She nodded, looking up at him through her lashes, unable to hide her naughty desires any longer. “Please,” she panted. “I don’t want you to stop. I want this, Daddy. I want you to be my first, and I want your baby inside me. Make me pregnant, set me free, give us both what we need.”

  Carter grunted, winding her panties around his fingers before tearing them clean off her deliciously curvaceous hips. Kayla gasped. She’d never known her stepfather could be so aggressive. She kind of liked it.

  No—she really liked it.

  He wasted no time in pulling down his jeans, revealing his tight, designer boxer briefs and the bulging package within them. Kayla stared at it, her pulse rushing in her ears as it hardened, creeping up toward the top of his waistband as he brought his stepdaughter’s ruined panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed.

  “You smell so sweet,” he told her, peeling off his briefs and unleashing the beast they’d been hiding. “God, I need to be inside of you.”

  “Then come inside, Daddy,” Kayla begged him, licking her lips as his stiff, thick cock pulsed between his legs. It was so fat and veiny, a real man’s cock.

  Carter’s cock wasn’t like anything she’d seen before. It spoke for itself. It needed no introductions, no grandstanding, no explanations as to why it was as incredible as it was. It was huge. Kayla could see that with her own two eyes, and the feeling it inspired deep inside her cunt was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She wondered if it would even fit!

  “Don’t make me wait,” she begged him, reaching out for Carter’s dick with greedy hands. “Come on, Daddy. Put it in me. I wanna have your baby. Please, Daddy… please…?”

  He’d said that if she did the things her mother did, she could have anything she wanted. As if to prove his point, Carter gave into her, climbing on top of his horny, young stepdaughter and sinking his swollen cock into her tight, eager hole. There was the slightest moment of hesitation as he reached her delicate barrier, but it was over in a flash as he impaled her body and tore through her hymen.

  “Fuck!” she cried, gripping his shoulders with her nails. She stared into his eyes as he dug in deep, forcing himself in all the way up to his base. When his balls made contact with her ass, Carter shivered and wrapped his stepdaughter up in his arms, cradling her to his body as he began to move frantically, desperately in and out of her. The pain and pleasure were too much, causing her eyes to roll back and her pussy to clench down hard around his huge shaft.

  “Goddammit,” he gritted, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

  Kayla buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering and whining as her stepfather took her, forcing himself again and again into her tight channel. She bit hard on her lip, stifling her impassioned cries as her walls gave way around him, welcoming his shaft inside of her with every thrust.

  “I need it so bad, baby girl,” he told her, his voice strained with a carnal fever. “It’s been so long since I got to fuck a pussy this tight, so long since I got to unload inside one… Ohh, Kayla, I need to fill my little girl with my cum!”

  Kayla shrieked, dragging her nails down her stepfather’s back as he pistoned in and out of her. She wrapped her legs high around him, crossing her ankles over his back and allowing him unfettered access into her hot, wet depths.

  “Yes, Daddy!” she wailed, sinking her teeth into his neck. “I want it sooo bad! Don’t hold back, Daddy. Let me take care of you the way Mommy should…”

  Carter grunted, a deep, guttural sound that came out more animal than human. He grabbed Kayla’s hair, forcing her head back as he looked into her face, grinding his teeth in an effort to keep from spilling inside of her right there and then.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, his cock already pulsing against the walls of her pussy. She obeyed, meeting his intense gaze, watching the struggle to hold back the tides of his lust play out on his face. “I want you to watch me, Kayla. I want to watch my baby girl’s face as I cum.”

  Kayla nodded as best she could with her hair bunched in his fist, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips as her stepfather thrust to completion inside of her. He gave a strangled roar just before his tip burst, sending jets of searing hot cum into Kayla’s horny cunt.

  “Yes!” Carter cried, and Kayla stared at him in awe, feeling his cum pooling in her pussy. There was so much of it. She was sure it was filling her womb right at this moment, creating the life that would allow her to have one of her own.

  When he finally stopped, he pressed his head to her chest, catching his breath as Kayla reveled in the sensation of having been filled below him. What he’d given her was so much sweeter than any orgasm. She felt completely, wholly satisfied, and she knew that this was just the beginning.

  It didn’t take long for Carter to get Kayla pregnant. With her mother gone so often, they had plenty of opportunity to fuck in every room of his huge house, and soon she was happily breaking the news after waking him up with a long and deliciously deviant blow job.

  Her mother was less ecstatic about the whole thing. Of course, Kayla and Carter had concocted a story about some boy at school knocking her up, which kept their affair a secret while allowing Kayla plenty of reason to want to put the baby up for adoption. Carter convinced her mother to take care of the child, instead, and since Kayla would be living at home for the foreseeable future after changing her major from business to the arts, she’d basically have her daughter to serve as a live-in nanny.

  She had no idea that Kayla and Carter were raising the child in tandem, but that was really for the best. While the baby would surely grow up to call Kayla’s mother “Mommy,” it was a small price to pay for the freedom this had afforded her. She could now pursue the kind of life she’d always wanted, which meant she had little reason to keep drinking and partying to excess. More than that, she’d forged a close relationship with her stepfather, one that kept her cumming almost every night her mother was away.

  Sometimes, she wondered if there was another child in their future. That one might be a harder sell for the both of them, so they had to be careful not to push their luck with Kayla’s mother.

  Still, it was tempting, and there was nothing like a little risk to get Carter and Kayla horny as hell. This was a dangerous game, they knew, but one they were only too happy to keep playing. After all, Carter had always believed in wise investments requiring some degree of risk. This one just happened to be a little sexier, a little more taboo, than most.

  And it was an investment that kept paying dividends. Her future was an open book, and she couldn’t wait to draw the story across its pages. It might not have been a traditional happily ever after, but it was every bit as wonderful, and it always would be…

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  I never meant to have sex with him…

  I stood there, cum still dripping from my sopping wet pussy
onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into the mirror, my makeup ruined, my perfect hair tousled and mousy.

  “Are you ok?”

  The deep and silky soft voice drifted through the door. It was my neighbor… I’d known him my whole life and he’d been nothing but a good man to me. Mick was always helping our family out whenever he could… I’d gone and ruined everything. I couldn’t help it. My 22 year old hormones had taken over. He was so lonely; he’d given me so much…

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of Danielle. Nothing,” he said, strength behind his words that I had always found so beautifully sexy.

  But there was something to be ashamed of. My hand dipped down to my pussy, a finger drawing a small amount of his seed from my delicate lips, carrying it upward and running it across my tongue. Tasting the mix of our sex sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, taking the broken condom from the counter and dropping it into the toilet, flushing away the evidence of the accident…