ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  In a lot of ways, I was so very lucky to have met Danny in college. The two of us shared a remarkable sort of chemistry together, and I found that he was one of the few people who could really put up with my bullshit. I mean, I was a pretty damn attractive girl, with blonde hair, a cute face, and a smoking hot body to boot, and suffice it to say that guys went pretty crazy over the opportunity to get in my pants whenever they could.

  My problem wasn't so much that I couldn't find people who would date me, it was that I myself didn't know who the hell I wanted to be with. Whenever I thought I'd found the right person for me to some degree or another, I revealed my ditsy self to them in such full and obnoxious force that they found themselves unable to put up with it any longer. As warm and as splendid as the space inside my panties may have been for them, guys just found it too damn hard to put up with my difficult nature to get to them in any routine sort of fashion.

  Danny was like a godsend in that way, and he was the sort of guy who tended to strip away any sort of doubt that he loved me for myself, and not exclusively for my body. A pair of tits and a pussy were something a guy like him could have gotten fairly easily given his handsome physique and his charming nature. The fact that he was willing to sit through my many storms took away any doubt from my mind whatsoever that the affection he felt for me was genuine and true.

  And believe me when I tell you on no unclear terms that I put that poor bastard through one hell of a lot of my little storms, making him sit through so many of my flip flops between one extreme and another in a manner that probably verged upon cruel on my part. I mean, seriously, that poor bastard... I yanked his chain all over the place while the two of us were first dating... I kept telling him I was interested in him, then not interested, then interested again...

  I pretty much gave him whatever the dating equivalent of fucking whiplash would be. Although I hated the fact that I must surely be hurting him, he seemed not to budge for an instant in his resoluteness... I don't know what it was about him, but no matter what I did he didn't seem to even flinch away from me, and though I'm sure it bothered him to some degree or another deep down, he never really let it show.

  I knew from that alone that he was the right man for me... If someone could really put up with as much of my bullshit as he seemed to be doing, then there was no doubt in my mind that they were the sort of person that would prove themselves a very important part of my life.

  And, well, one thing led to another and to another, and before I really had time to even process it fully the two of us wound up married, settling down together in the suburbs, and life taking on a distinctly monotonous tone.

  I had mixed feelings about this... I was certainly no old lady, but I was in my mid-twenties and felt as though I should indeed be taking on a bit more responsibility with my life than I had perhaps done in the past.

  Settling down was, more than likely, the proper next step for me at this juncture in time, and for a girl as restless as I was, I managed pretty damn well at adapting to such a distinct change. It did get considerably harder as the weeks rolled by, though... See, Danny and I had sort of a more traditional relationship, with him working and me staying at home throughout the day. In some ways, it made me feel pretty damn pampered, and I loved having the freedom to do just about whatever I wanted throughout the course of the day.

  But, well... I think if you're ever in a position like that you'll find that things fall into a pretty dreadful routine pretty quickly, and in particular when you're a person who likes constant noise and activity in their life like I just so happen to. It was nice for a bit, but then day after day after day of the same tired old shit really starts to get to you, and you start to look around for some alternative sorts of activities to occupy your time...

  I hate to say this, but in some ways it seems like it had been an inevitability that I would end up having an affair. And of course Danny isn't to blame for it at all, and it would be a dick move for me to try to put an ounce of it on him whatsoever. But really, it seems like something he could have reasonably have expected in marrying me given the nature of how I tend to be most of the time...

  I just needed something exciting and new in my life, something to break up the routine and help make me feel alive again. I was wasting the prime years of my life just sitting around the house all day, and I was so damn sick and tired of it that finding someone new in terms of a sexual partner seemed like the most obvious solution to come to mind.

  And so it was that I'd met Daryl... I'd responded to an online personal ad he'd posted, saying that he was looking for a white woman interested in being choked by a big black cock. Not the most subtle of invitations, mind you, but it turned me on like hell, and from the photograph attached to the ad I could tell that it would certainly be an enlightening experience for me... I'd dated a few black men throughout college, and I didn't exactly fetishize them the way I think a lot of women might.

  Like, you know, the myth of all black males having massive wangs and being brutal in the sack... From my personal experience, I can tell you that that's just stupid, and that there is as much variation from one partner to the next as there tends to be for any other race. But there was just something about Daryl's ad that seemed to fit this imagined picture for me in a manner that none of my old dark-complex boyfriends ever had.

  Perhaps it was some sort of outdated taboo feeling about it that really got my juices flowing, but I felt as though this man's enormous shlong was the precise medicine I needed to get me out of this slump. I would ingest him orally, anally, or vaginally, whichever way happened to suit his needs...

  I will admit, I did feel sort of bad about what I was doing to Danny through all of this, but I'm also sort of ashamed to say it wasn't really anything more than just a blip on my horizon. Like, I felt a pang of guilt upon my initial decision to go through with it, but after that I was kind of just swept up by my own desire, and said fuck it and went on with things all the same.

  And good God, what a beautiful decision it was...

  Right or wrong, Daryl and I proved to have quite the exquisite sexual chemistry with one another, and the feeling of his cock up my pussy was like some sort of revitalizing miracle for me. I loved being plowed by him in my own marital bed, and felt like I was doing something so fucking forbidden and wonderful that it nearly defied comprehension. And what was more, the two of us got along quite swimmingly outside the confines of the bedroom as well.

  I found myself routinely going out and meeting the man at cafes and the like, even on days when there wasn't any real prospect of sex in it for either of us. Suffice it to say, as wrong and as disastrous as the situation might have went, things seemed to be going pretty damn great. As far as I could tell, Danny wasn't suspecting a damn thing throughout the course of my infidelity, and for the longest time I rationalized it to myself by saying that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

  I continued to have sex with my husband throughout the course of the cuckolding in order to keep up the facade that I still wanted his d, and although it did get tiring on certain days, it was kind of like the best of both worlds. Fucking Daryl while Danny was at work, and hopping into bed with Danny once he got back home.

  Things continued like this for some time without an ounce of trouble, and as things progressed I have to say I began to have a bit of an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind. It was a sort of queasiness, I guess, like some kind of notion that I was being watched, and my actions monitored... Still, though, I didn't have any direct reason to suspect that Danny knew about my unfaithfulness, and for the time being I felt as though my wisest course of action would be to go on as usual as though nothing was amiss.

  One morning I waited for my husband to leave for work, and then gave it a bit of time before heading out for the day, as though I was afraid he might come back suddenly and catch me getting ready to go and meet Daryl. Then, when things seemed clear, I drove off to meet Daryl at a restaurant, talking to him a bit about my fears and suspicion
s, but him managing to pacify me by plying my lips with kisses, and the anxiety melting gradually from my brain. Soon, I was driving him back to the house with me, my arousal intense and my need for him after having harbored my secret fears.

  The two of us burst through the front door of the house unable to contain ourselves, wrapped up in one another's arms and making out like fucking newlyweds. Already I could feel the bulge of his erection jousting up against me through the fabric of his jeans, indicating his lust for me, and it occurred to me in that moment that I might never in my life get tired of this...

  We stumbled around through the living room, and though I noticed an empty wine glass sitting on the coffee table that I couldn't recall having left there, I was too swept up with desire for Daryl to pay it all that much thought as the room spun around my head. He peeled out of his shirt right there on the spot, unveiling to me his dark flesh, the broad plains of his pecs, and the agonizing rungs of his six-pack abdominals.

  My pussy was so wet at the sight of him that I'm surprised I didn't have a huge fucking damp spot sloshing between my legs, and I started, wide-eyed, at the sudden grabbing of my ass with his thick, dark hand. He hoisted me up onto him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist accordingly. I made out in his arms like this as he squeezed the cheeks of my ass in his hands.

  His tongue piercing into my gullet and rolling up against my own, driving me absolutely fucking wild with passion. For some time the two of us kissed like this, and at last he turned for the stairs, bolstering me by my buttocks and spiriting me away into the bedroom in as prompt a manner as possible.

  When the two of us stepped into the room I felt the strangest sense, more than ever, that someone else's eyes were upon us. But the feeling scarcely lasted a minute, however, before he playfully smashed me down onto the bed before him like a fucking wrestler, and I caught myself giggling ridiculously as I jiggled up and down on top of the mattress.

  He proceeded to undress me from there, wasting no time in peeling me out of my blouse and then cupping my titties in his hands. Massaging them and scraping them across my chest in his grip, and causing them to burn with sensation. He allowed his fingers to go dribbling down along my abdomen, and then unbuttoned and unzipped my skintight jeans. He wriggled my ass out of the things and then yanked them clean from my legs altogether, pulling so hard that I practically came fucking flying from off of the mattress, and had to hook my fingers into the bedspread giggling in order to stop myself.

  He slowly peeled away the straps of my bra and removed my titties from their cups, taking a moment to put his lips onto them and kiss them like a newborn suckling on its mother. I moaned, my body burning for this fucking man, and he rolled his tongue down along my anatomy. His fingers slipped up beneath the tight, lacy fabric of my flowery pink panties, and he slipped these down from me as well, sliding them from my ass to my thighs and down to around my ankles, then tossing them from the bed altogether.

  I braced myself, biting my lower lip in preparation. Knowing full well what I was about to experience after having had it take place so many, many times before. He dipped his head down between my knees as though in prayer, and all the air was suddenly pushed out of me in a hard, wheezing gasp as he touched down. He kissed my pussy passionately, planting his lips on those of my twat, working up the tight pink flesh of my gash with his mouth and causing me to squirm across the bedspread almost immediately.

  He penetrated me with his tongue, slicing up into me and rolling around inside in agonizing, dreadful circles, melting through every moist nook and dank crevice with levels of skill that verged on immaculate. His oral abilities astonishing, and the sensations that coursed through my veins as he ate me like a motherfucking drug of some kind. He continued to devour my cunt in this manner for some time, smothering himself between my thighs against the loose pink folds.

  The glory of his efforts causing my knees to close in around his beautiful, bobbing skull. His tongue came piercing and sloshing and rolling and penetrating into my deepest, wettest depths, and I had to cling for dear life onto the sheets with my balled fists in order to avoid screaming out at the top of my lungs. Then, however, I felt his tongue come squashing up against the throbbing pink nub of my clitoris.

  Activating a frenzy of sensations in my cunt unlike any I could have foreseen, and setting me clean over the edge of what I could bear. In spite of my efforts to resist doing so I completely lost my shit at this, screaming at the top of my lungs as orgasm coursed through me, “Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  I thought it must have been some sort of climactic hallucination that made me feel as though I heard faint breathing coming from the direction of the closet as I soared through the roof of climax, but as the last few pangs of aftershock came rippling through me, I managed to put it out of my mind simply enough.

  When at last I'd calmed the fuck down, my tits heaving wildly and my nostrils flaring as I struggled to catch my breath. Daryl slowly pulled his beautiful skull out from my pussy, licking his lips, and rising back up to his full height at the foot of the bed.

  The anticipation was fucking unbearable as he slowly reached up for the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning himself and unzipping the fly. Pulling the denim down from his body, unveiling the sight of his throbbing, bouncing, agonizing large shlong. My pussy throbbed with desire for him in that moment, and I savored the heat of his body descending upon me like a blanket as he crawled up on top of me.

  I reached down, and squeezed his wang passionately, savoring the heat of its shaft against my fingertips, and loving the motion as the skin came dissolving through my grip like liquid, pushing and pulling and tugging like wild. Much to my gratification, I could feel him growing a couple of inches even further as I continued to work that veiny penis, and he moaned with delight as he popped all the way up to his full and extended length.

  And then, as I waited with bated, agonized breath, he mounted me. The engorged chocolate kiss of his tip came piercing through the wet lips of my pussy, and then he pushed inside me like a fucking knife. Rolling into my body like a train pulling into a station. Inch by inch by fucking agonizing inch of that beautiful wang came splitting up my center like mad, and I moaned, my spine arching, as he at last touched down inside me, the tip of his cock throbbing up around the innermost reaches of my body.

  I waited for some time with squinted eyes as he waited there, holding steady, and allowing the anticipation to grow deadly. Then he pulled slowly back out of me, building up a suction that was close to unbearable, and came smashing back down at an unbearable speed. Blasting me into next week with the force of his thrust, and causing me to scream out at the top of my lungs.

  He then seized hold of my legs, pushing my ankles up over my head so as to allow for maximum penetration, and tore into me like a motherfucker. He pushed and blasted and pummeled my cunt with a fury that was relentless. Smacking my wet pussy like a jackhammer, again and again and again and again, grinding and thrusting and fucking my delicate pink pussy.

  Then, with one final, devastating blow he hurled himself into me, ripping me apart to my fucking core, and nearly making me go cross-eyed with the brutalizing force. He grunted and I moaned as he pulsed to fruition inside me, pulse after pulse after pulse of his molten hot sperm being splashed across my insides. Coating every inch and every nook of my pussy, spilling back out of my body in his abundance, and setting me flailing over the edge with orgasm.

  I screamed and cringed and wailed like mad as my body burst with sheer, splendid carnal destruction, my flesh convulsing and my need for him, even as he finished cumming inside me, tantamount to insatiable. At last he pulled out of me after some considerable degree of time, and the two of us lay wrapped up in one another's arms, making out and caressing one another's sweaty, oversexed bodies.

  For the life of me, I couldn't even begin to fathom how the hell I'd gone so very long without this sexpot of a man in my life...

  Chapter 2

  And then…I was fucking pr
egnant.

  It had been a few weeks after that most recent encounter with Daryl, him finding himself suddenly busy with work and me, in my negligence, chalking up my missed period to an effect of the birth control I was on. Aunt Flow tended to be lighter for me on my current pill, and sometimes didn't rear her ugly head at all on certain months, and so I kind of just thought that it must have been that, and didn't really pay any more heed to it than that.

  It did turn out to be an issue of birth control, of course, although it happened to be with regard to its failure rather than any sort of positive benefits. Evidently, Daryl's tremendous sperm had been so potent as to have made its way past my defenses, and here I fucking was, carrying his baby... Or was I?

  At this thought, I realized with some degree of horror that I didn't know which of the two men's dicks had been the one to plant me with his seed, and that either Danny or Daryl could be the baby's true father. And oh Christ... Poor Danny... Poor, poor Danny... What the hell kind of situation had I put him in, I wondered? And how the hell was I supposed to go about telling the sweet bastard about such a perverse infidelity?

  I briefly and stupidly toyed with the notion that I might not have to tell him at all, but of course that was stupid. When the baby was born I felt as though it would be pretty damn obvious if Daryl turned out to be the father instead of himself...