Billionaire's Baby Mega Bundle (BBW Billionaire Romance)

by Sadie Grey

  Lots of room to play.

  But instead of guiding me to the bed, he took me into the bathroom. The place was all marble and gold fixtures. It was too pretty to be used for something as normal as taking a shower, but that was exactly what he intended.

  “You’re going to take a shower,” he said. “And I’m going to join you.”

  A thrill ran through me when he said that. If there was any man I wanted to get hot and wet with, it was him.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said.

  With my panties torn off and resting in the back seat of his car, all I had to take off was my heels and dress. Still, I tried to make a show of it for him.

  I slid the straps of my dress down my arms and shimmied the bodice of my dress down over my breasts slowly, revealing them for his hungry eyes. He seemed to approve of what he saw.

  He unbuttoned his shirt while he watched me. His firm, masculine chest came into view, and it was all I could do to keep myself from drooling. He discarded the expensive shirt casually on the floor and gestured for me to go on.

  It was hard to concentrate on anything but the beautiful half-naked man in front of me. I slid the dress down over my hips, pausing with the material just above my slit. I could see the anticipation in his eyes.

  Sure he had seen my pussy earlier in the car, but this was different. This was the full reveal.

  I pushed the dress past my hips and it pooled around my ankles. His eyes burned as they looked at the cleft between my legs. I had to force my hands to stay at my sides and not cover myself. I could tell he wanted to see me, and I desperately wanted to please him.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed softly.

  The sound was music to my ears.

  He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down. Then came his underwear.

  We stood in front of each other, bare and exposed. Our eyes traced over each others’ bodies. He looked just as good naked as he did in a suit. He was hard and powerful, just like the kind of man who could dominate me. Who could control me and make me come when he told me to.

  No matter how gorgeous the rest of him was, my eyes kept coming back to the thick shaft hanging between his legs. He wasn’t fully erect, but even still, he looked even bigger than he had felt in the car.

  I wanted to feel that powerful cock inside me. I wanted him to fill me up with it and make me scream with pleasure. I wanted him to be my first.

  But that would have to wait until he said it was time. If I had learned one thing about Mr. Hawthorne over the years, it’s that he wants everything his way. He had reinforced that idea on the ride over here.

  I could touch him when he said I could touch him. I could make him come when he told me to make him come. For now, I just had to obey his commands and go along for whatever wild ride he had planned.

  He opened the glass door to the shower, which was the size of a small room. He gestured for me to go in, and I did.

  He followed.

  I stood in the center of the shower, and he pushed some sort of controls on the wall. The circle of shower heads hissed to life around me. I steeled myself for the spray of cold water, but the streams came out at a perfect hot temperature.

  I guess it pays to be rich.

  The water felt like heaven cascading over my body. Despite the fun I’d had in the car ride over, the time before that had been terrible and uncomfortable. Just being in the jail cell for a few hours was enough to make me feel forever unclean.

  As the water washed away the last few hours of my life, a thought occurred to me. Something that Mr. Hawthorne had said in the car.

  “Sir, did you say you had big plans for me?” I asked.

  His eyes went from watching the water drip down my glistening skin to my face. He had a hard look in his eyes.

  “Yes, I’ve been thinking about offering you a new position. I was sure you were the perfect person for the job, but after last night, I’m not nearly so certain.”

  I frowned. “Well, sir, I appreciate the thought, but I love working for you. I really wouldn’t want a promotion if it meant working in another department.”

  “No, we’d still be working together closely. Very closely.”

  “Oh, good. I’d like that very much.”

  “Me too,” he said, approaching me through the steam.

  He leaned down and kissed me. Passion erupted in me, and I melted into him. His hard body pressed against mine. I could feel the thick weight of his cock against my hip.

  He was a great kisser. I mean, of course he was. He was great at everything else in his life, and he sure as hell knew how to please my body. Still, I was pleasantly surprised by how good his lips felt against mine.

  It just felt right.

  My nipples hardened and scraped deliciously against his chest as his tongue probed into my mouth. I clasped my arms around him and pulled myself as tight against him as I could. I wanted to feel every part of him against me, to feel all of him at once.

  He hands slid over my slick skin, leaving hot trails of fire on my flesh. His cock stirred to life against me. I wanted to touch it so bad, but the way he had reacted before kept me from taking the initiative. I waited for his instructions.

  As if he had read my mind, he pushed me gently away from him. “Amy, I want you to suck my cock.”

  I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hard length stood out proudly just inches from my face.

  I caressed it from either side with my fingertips. To my amazement, it seemed to swell even more at my touch. I leaned in and licked at the head of his shaft. Then I ran my tongue down his length to where his shaft met his balls and then back up.

  The quiet groan from Mr. Hawthorne was all the reaction I needed to know that I was doing a good job.

  I wrapped my lips around his hard length, taking him into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I had his cock between my lips. This was one of the most powerful men in the world. He had dated super models and even a movie star. And here I was pleasuring him.

  It was a thrill like I’d never had before.

  Not to mention that I had fantasized about doing this for a long time. It was impossible to be around Mr. Hawthorne for any length of time and not fall for him. He was like every woman’s fantasy come to life. And for this moment in time, I got to live out that fantasy.

  I was going to make the most of it.

  My head bobbed up and down, stroking his length with my mouth. He was big, but I did my best to fit as much of him into my mouth as I could, stopping only when he hit the back of my throat.

  I wanted to give him a mind-blowing orgasm like he’d given me in the car. I wanted him to remember this orgasm for the rest of his life. That way, no matter what happened between us, he would always remember me.

  I reached up and massaged his balls gently while I sucked at him. I looked up at him to see his reaction and he was staring down at me with hot lust in his eyes. Our gazes locked. He seemed to like watching me suck his cock. I moaned around his shaft, and he groaned with pleasure.

  Then I went for it. I relaxed my throat and took him balls deep into my mouth.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed.

  He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. I could tell he was getting close. His eyes closed and he leaned his head back. The breath came heavy in his chest.

  I worked his cock in a frenzy, trying my hardest to push him over the delicious edge.

  His hips bucked and his cock twitched inside my mouth. I took his hot load between my lips, milking his pleasure from him.

  He slipped his cock from my lips and lifted me up to kiss him. I almost fainted at the passion in that kiss.

  “It’s time to move this into the bedroom,” he said.

  He turned off the shower and grabbed a plush towel from outside the shower door. To my surprise, he began to run the towel over my skin. It was such a sweet gesture. It felt surprisingly good to have this powerful man tending to me.

  It didn’t hurt that his hands were running all over
my sensitive skin while he dried me off. I could have stood there all day while he touched me like that.

  When we were both reasonably toweled off, he led me into the bedroom and pushed me back onto the bed.

  “That was very good, Amy,” he said. “You may be the right woman for the job after all.”

  I didn’t like the idea that I would get any kind of promotion from having sex with my boss. So far in life, I’d earned everything I’d ever gotten. I didn’t want to start trying to sleep my way to the top now.

  “Mr. Hawthorne,” I said, not quite knowing how to broach the topic. “I appreciate the whole job offer thing, but I’m not the kind of woman who has sex to get what she wants. If you want to offer me a job, I want it to be because I’m qualified, not because you and I are intimate.”

  He looked down at me confused for a second. “I think you misunderstand. The job I have in mind for you isn’t with the company. You’d be working directly for me. And the very nature of the position means that there will be sex involved. A lot of sex.”

  As much as I liked the way that sounded, I didn’t want to agree to be his whore. Sex is sex, and a job is a job, but the two should never be one and the same. I told him so.

  “The job you want me for is to have sex with you?” I asked. “I’m not comfortable with that at all.”

  “No, Amy. The offer I’m going to make to you is different.”

  “Well, explain please because I don’t get it.”

  He ran his fingers through his wet hair. “Look, as you know I’m a very busy man. And as you also know, I just don’t have time to date or to look for the right woman.”

  “You seem to do alright,” I said, thinking of the women I had seen him with.

  “Sure, I can find a date no problem, but none of these women are exactly right. I want a family. I want to have children. And none of those women fit with what I’m looking for.”

  He paused. “But you do. Amy Reynolds, I’d like you to have my baby.”

  I sat on the bed shocked. I couldn’t believe what he was asking me. “Your baby?”

  “Yes,” he said, excitement in his voice. “You’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a woman. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you know the things I want even before I do. You’d be a fantastic mother for my children.”

  “Is that what all the ‘you have to do what I say’ stuff is about?”

  He smiled. “No, that’s just the way I like my women in bed. Submissive. And you don’t seem to have a problem with that.”

  I thought about it for a second. To be honest, I didn’t have a problem with it. In fact, I loved having him take control of me. It was a hell of a turn on.

  “Say yes,” he said. “I’ll take care of you, you can live here with me, and we’ll start a family together. Tell me you’ll do it. Tell me you’ll have my baby.”

  It was like a crazy dream. He was offering me everything I had ever wanted in life.

  “Yes,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “I’m sure. Put a baby in me.”

  He crawled onto the bed and spread my legs. I expected him to fuck me, but instead, he ran his hands up and down my thighs. My pussy was already dripping wet and his touch only made me even hotter.

  He started kissing up the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. Anticipation built up between my legs as he edged ever closer to my slit. I leaned back on a pillow and watched him.

  Mr. Hawthorne, my boss and now my lover, and soon to be the father of my child. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, I had been in a jail cell, terrified about what the future would bring. My mind could barely make sense of it all.

  Then he slid his tongue between my lips and the only thought running through my head was how good it felt.

  He teased my pussy and clit with gentle strokes of his wet tongue. He swirled around my sensitive clit and plunged a finger inside my wet tunnel. My hips writhed at the pleasure I was feeling.

  I ran my fingers through his slick hair and urged him to speed up his stroking. He took my cue and worked at me with a furious intensity. I could already feel myself slipping over the edge. Pleasure built up in me like a wave cresting higher and higher.

  Then it crashed over me.

  I screamed my pleasure while my entire body trembled in ecstasy. My thighs gripped his head and he continued to torture me with his mouth while I came.

  I barely had time to try to catch my breath before he was kneeling between my legs with his hard prick poised just at my too sensitive entrance. I didn’t know if I could take any more, but Mr. Hawthorne didn’t seem to care.

  “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

  This was it. This was the big moment. Could I have his baby? Could I live with him forever and do this crazy thing?

  “Absolutely,” I said.

  He gripped the base of his cock in his fist and rubbed his head along my slit. My body was hungry for him. I needed him to fill the empty ache inside me that had been torturing me all day.

  He pushed into me, lining himself up. Then he thrust inside me.

  My face contorted with pleasure as his hard length filled me up. He leaned down to kiss me, almost like we were sealing the deal with our lips instead of a handshake.

  Then he started pumping his hips into me. Each stroke of his skilled cock set my body ablaze. All of my nerve endings were on fire. I locked my ankles behind his back while he fucked me.

  He buried himself inside me with every thrust, finding places inside me that I didn’t know existed. He was dominating me with his body the way he had dominated me with his will. I was his completely.

  Then he flipped me over so that I was on all fours. He placed his hands on my hips and thrust into me again from behind. I pushed my hips back to meet his pumping cock, desperate to feel every hard inch of him inside me.

  His fingers curled into my hair and clutched them by the roots. Fuck, it felt amazing. Who knew having my hair pulled could feel so goddamn good?

  He was ravaging my body, thrilling me with his powerful thrusts. I could feel myself getting close again, but more than I wanted to come, I wanted him to come. I wanted him to fill me up with his fertile seed.

  “Oh fuck,” he said, panting. “I’m almost there.”

  “Come for me,” I said, thinking back to the way he had told me to come in the car. “Come for me right now.”

  He thrust inside me and I felt his cock spasm. His hot seed burst inside me. The feeling of it was enough to push me over the edge. My pussy clenched around his twitching cock, milking his pleasure from him, along with his cum.

  He pulled out of me and we collapsed together on the bed. Our sweaty limbs entangled with each other and our chests heaved with exertion.

  He laid his head on my stomach. His fingers traced lazy circles over my skin.

  “Do you think it worked?” he asked.

  “Oh that definitely worked for me,” I responded.

  He laughed. “No, I mean, do you think you’re pregnant?”

  I stroked his sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry. If not this time, then the next. Or the time after that. I’m willing to try for as long as it takes. Half the fun is in the trying.”

  He grinned. “Now that, I can agree with.”

  He kissed me then, laying his body over mine. I could feel his cock hard and at the ready again. “Ready to try again?”

  ***

  The End

  ***

  Baby for the Billionaire

  Two weeks before my wedding, I fled to my cabin in the woods.

  I told my fiancee, Ruth, that I was going out there for a week of manly solitude. I said I was going to grill some steaks, do some fishing, and drink a lot of expensive scotch, which was partly true.

  Mostly, I had come out to my cabin in Maine to figure out whether I should go through with the marriage or not. It was the exact problem I was thinking about as I sat on the shore of the lake and drained glass after
glass of liquor.

  The simple fact was that I didn’t love Ruth and she didn’t love me. We hadn’t even had sex. She was perfectly fine with that arrangement, and at first, I had been too. It was an arranged marriage of sorts. She came from a wealthy, elite family, and I was a self-made billionaire with a business empire spanning the globe.

  The arrangement just made sense. Merging our two empires could make amazing things happen. The added benefit was that neither one of us had to worry about ending up with a greedy gold digger who just wanted us for our money.