by Sadie Grey
“I’m so glad you installed those cameras,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.
He grinned at me. “So am I.”
“That was…” I paused. Words couldn’t convey the way he’d made me feel.
“I know,” he said. “But we’re not done yet.”
***
Malcolm
She looked up at me with surprise and then she looked down to see my cock already hard and ready to go again.
“Damn,” she breathed. “Ready so soon?”
I smiled. “You just have that effect on me.”
It was true. There was something about her that got my engine revving like no other woman I could remember. Like I had seen on the security videos, when Janna dropped her guard and let her passion consume her, she had an irresistible charm about her that drove me crazy.
No matter what was going to happen between us, whether she agreed to my proposal or not, there was no way this day was going to end without me feeling her sweet pussy around my cock. I just wasn’t going to let that happen. Luckily, she showed no signs of calling it quits.
I got to my feet and pulled her up with me. I stripped my clothes off in front of her. She eyed me up and down, seeming to like what she saw. Then I took her clothes off, feeling a surprising thrill as more and more of her beautiful body was revealed.
There was nothing shy about her. If anything, the more naked she got, the more bold she got, until she was standing bare and exposed before me with a devilish grin on her face.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“Hell yes,” I said, absolutely meaning it.
I hadn’t felt this kind of excitement since the first time I’d had sex, and even then, I was too nervous to really enjoy the moment. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her body against mine.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and we melted into each other. Her gorgeous tits pressed against my chest, and I groaned at the feeling of her hard nipples scraping against my skin. My cock slid between her legs, running just along the slick line of her slit. It felt heavenly against my prick, and my chest ached with the need to be inside her.
“So Janna, where do you want it?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. I realized my mistake instantly.
“No, I mean, when you were fantasizing about this moment, where did you picture it happening? The couch? The floor? The chair?”
She replied without hesitation. “I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me.”
Desire throbbed in my cock at the boldness of her words. I’d thought there was something special about her, and I had been right.
“I can do that,” I said with a grin.
I took her hand and led her over to my desk. She planted her hands on the sturdy wood and pushed her ass out towards me, wiggling it just a bit in invitation. It was so sexy I thought I might come just looking at her.
I inhaled a deep breath to calm down. My hands took a hold of her hips and I positioned my cock just at the entrance to her slick pussy. She bent over further on the desk. The sight of her, passionate and eager, sent a pang of desire through me.
“You are so beautiful, it hurts,” I said, unable to hold back.
“I’m all yours,” she moaned. It was music to my ears.
I thrust my hips forward and plunged my cock into her. She gasped and her whole body tensed up. It felt like heaven to be inside her. She was hot and wet, and I grunted at being enveloped in her velvety grip.
When she relaxed a bit, I starting pumping my cock into her, slowly at first, using long lingering strokes. She moaned at the feeling, and the sounds of her pleasure made me increase the tempo.
My hips pounded against her gorgeous ass every time I buried myself into her. Everything fell away but the feeling of our bodies coming together as one. Nothing existed but our shared pleasure.
She began thrusting her hips backwards in rhythm with my strokes, taking me as deep inside her as I could go.
“Fuck me, Malcolm. Fuck me just like that.”
“Holy shit, keep talking like that,” I panted.
“I want you,” she moaned. “I want all of you. I want to have your baby.”
That last statement made me pause. She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Did I say something wrong?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, I just want to make sure you mean it.”
“Of course, I mean it.”
I slid out of her and she turned around with a look of dismay on her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I said, and pulled her in for a kiss. “Everything is just right.”
I lifted her and planted her ass on the desk. “But if we’re doing this, I want to see your face.”
Before she could say anything in reply, I thrust my cock into her, filling her up as far as I could go. She threw her head back and moaned wildly. She wrapped her legs around my hips and leaned back on the desk.
I kept pumping into her, loving the look of pleasure on her beautiful face. I knew I’d made the right choice. Janna was amazing.
“I’m getting close,” I groaned.
“Do it, Malcolm. Fill me up. Get me pregnant.”
Her words were too much to handle. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her with furious passion, building up to the big moment.
She gripped my hands and moaned in ecstasy. I felt her pussy tighten around me as she came. It felt so good. So right.
I buried myself inside her one last time and shot my hot seed inside her. I grunted at the feeling of pleasure exploding within me. It felt like I was coming harder than I ever had in my life.
I collapsed over her on the desk with my cock still inside her. I could barely breathe, but I gripped her face in my hands and kissed her.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Janna.”
She smiled. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
***
Janna
I used to dream about having it all, but it was a childish dream. A fantasy that I never really believed could happen. But maybe we can have it all. Maybe it’s not foolish to dream big. Maybe it’s not foolish to hope.
I didn’t know for sure what would happen between us. All I knew was that for the moment, I had everything I’d ever wanted.
***
The End
Having the Billionaire’s Baby
Ever since Fifty Shades of Grey came out, dating as a billionaire bachelor had been a pain in the ass.
Sure, there were lots of interested women out there, all biting their lips and trying to interview me. The problem was that once we got into the bedroom, they expected me to be into some hardcore spanking and bondage.
They all wanted to see my red room of pain, and they were very disappointed when they found out I didn’t have one. It didn’t matter that I had forty other amazing rooms in my mansion filled with an endless variety of interesting things I’d collected in my journeys throughout the world. They all expected me to have a sex dungeon.
The simple fact was that I’m just a regular guy.
I got out of my helicopter one foot at a time, just like everyone else. I liked to cuddle up in my private movie theater and watch movies like a normal person. And on occasion, I’d have my personal chef, Natalie, make some kobe beef burgers for dinner, just like your average joe.
So I had kind of given up on dating for a while. I locked myself up in my mansion and waited for the Fifty Shades craze to die down.
It was a lonely life, and I was starting to think I’d never meet the right woman who I could settle down with and start a family. It wasn’t like the girl of my dreams was just going to show up on my doorstep.
Just then, the doorbell rang. My heart started beating in my chest frantically. Could it be? Could my dream woman have magically appeared at my door?
I rushed to the entranceway. My household staff had the weekend off so I had to be the one to answer it. Bu
t maybe that was fate. It wouldn’t do for my butler to be the first person to greet my future wife. There was nothing romantic about that at all.
My breath caught in my chest with anticipation. I swung the large wooden door open.
“Welcome to Lockewood Manor,” I said grandly. Then my face fell when I saw who was standing there. “Oh, it’s you.”
Natalie planted her hands on her curvy hips and scowled at me. “Nice to see you, too, Marcus.”
“Sorry, Natalie. I just thought you were someone else.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed. I’m only here to cook your meals so you don’t starve to death. Jerk.”
She was the only person that ever talked to me like that. It was actually a refreshing change from all the people kissing my ass and sucking up to me on a daily basis. It made me feel like I could trust her.
“Well are you going to let me in or did I drive all the way out here for nothing?” she demanded.
“Yes, right. Sorry.”
I stepped aside from the doorway and she brushed past me in a huff. My eyes couldn’t help but wander over her curvy body. She was thick, like any self-respecting chef should be. Never trust a skinny chef, that’s my motto.
She wore it well though. Her chef’s clothes accentuated her voluptuous breasts and her pleasantly round ass. Natalie was all woman, and she could cook a steak that would bring a man to his knees.
She could have been the woman of my dreams except for one tiny problem. I was pretty sure she hated me.
I followed her into the living room and sat down on the couch.
“So what’ll it be today, Marcus?” she asked with her arms crossed beneath her breasts, pushing them up invitingly.
“Oh, I’m not really hungry at the moment. Maybe just a salad or something for dinner.”
“A salad?” she asked. “Well that won’t take long at all.”
She sat in the chair opposite me and unbuttoned her chef’s jacket. Beneath it, she was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to her body like a second skin. I could see the dark circles of her nipples clearly through the thin material, and a pang of lust pulsed within me.
“What the hell am I supposed to do until then?” she asked.
I had some ideas about what we could do to work up an appetite, but I was pretty sure Natalie would hit me if I suggested it. My eyes kept flickering back to the curve of her luscious breasts. I wanted to touch them, to kiss them, to bury my face in them and get lost in her curves for hours.
I felt a stirring in my shorts and I looked away, trying my best to push aside the forbidden thoughts that were forming in my head.
She looked at me, frowning. Even with that expression of annoyance on her face, she was disarmingly beautiful. Her big brown eyes and the curve of her pretty pink lips were mesmerizing.
I sighed and looked away. What the hell was wrong with me today? Maybe it had been too long since I’d been on a date. Maybe my bed had been empty for too long. Or maybe I was just finally noticing what had been in front of my face all along.
No, I was being ridiculous. I needed to get her away from me for a while. With the wild arousal building up inside me, I could use a little alone time to take the edge off my raging libido. Otherwise, I might end up doing something I would regret.
I looked behind me, out the glass doors that led to the sprawling patio behind the house.
“It’s a beautiful day outside. Maybe you could take a walk?”
She followed my gaze out into the backyard. “It is rather nice out. Too nice to be stuck inside. Maybe I’ll get some sun.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Why don’t you do that?”
She stood up and left the room. I watched her firm round ass as she left, feeling a slight twinge of guilt in my chest and a massive twinge of arousal in my shorts. The way she moved was hypnotic.
Natalie had a room upstairs. Well, it wasn’t officially hers, but she stayed at the house overnight quite a bit and she had sort of claimed the room for herself. She had extra clothes and personal items stashed away there.
I didn’t mind. I never set foot in half the rooms in this place.
When she came back down, she was holding a towel. Her clothes were gone, replaced by a petite pink bikini top that barely covered her gorgeous curves. Seeing her in just the bikini almost made my jaw drop.
I didn’t know how much she paid for it, but I’m pretty sure she got ripped off. It looked like they’d only sold her half of the damn bathing suit, that’s how revealing it was.
I had to stop myself from drooling. The suit left nothing to the imagination. I could see every curve of her luscious body. I had to look away before I went crazy.
“I’ll be outside,” she said.
Then she walked out the back door. I risked another glance at her through the glass. She was bent over, arranging her towel in the sunny grass.
Her sweet ass bobbed invitingly as she moved. The fabric of her bikini bottoms had pulled up into her ass, revealing her tender flesh and outlining the bulge of her pussy between her legs.
It was too much for my frustrated brain.
My hand strayed down to my hardening erection. Part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the rest of me told me to keep going. I lightly stroked the length of my cock while I watched Natalie arranging herself on her towel.
She was lying flat on her back, her breasts displayed beautifully. A thin sheen of sweat covered her chest, making her smooth skin glisten in the sunlight. She adjusted her bikini bottoms, curling the waistband low on her hips so that her slit was almost exposed.
My hand was working faster now. I had planned on jerking off while she was outside, but I never expected to be pleasuring myself like this. I felt kind of scummy touching myself while I spied on her, but I couldn’t help myself. I was captivated by her beauty.
No porn on earth could compete with the real thing lying just on the other side of the glass. Not only was she gorgeous, but I found myself excited watching her while she was unaware. Something about the situation awoke the voyeur in me. There was something forbidden about it. I couldn’t turn away, and I couldn’t stop touching my hard cock.
I had pulled my shaft out of my slacks. The back of the couch faced the back door, so even if she could see me watching her, she wouldn’t be able to see me pleasuring myself.
It felt so good. The whole situation was such a turn on, I could feel myself getting close already. I was going to shoot my load while watching my sexy little chef.
I closed my eyes and pictured myself coming all over her sexy tits. The image was so hot and real in my head. I was almost at the tipping point. Almost there.
Then I heard the back door open.
***
Panic flared within me.
I quickly stuffed my throbbing cock back into my pants and opened my eyes.
Natalie was standing in the doorway looking at me. Her head was cocked to the side and a look of confusion was written on her face.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. What’s up?”
“Are you sure? You look a little weird.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the heat. Are you done outside already?”
“No, but that sun is ridiculous. Can you put some sunscreen on me?”
My mind blurred with terror. I couldn’t let her see how hard I was. I would never live it down. She would freak out and who knows what would happen after that.
I had to say no. There was no way I could rub lotion on her with this throbbing beast jutting from between my legs. If I had been wearing something else, I might have been able to hide it, but these light slacks couldn’t hide anything. They were tented up almost comically.
But if I said no, Natalie would probably want to argue about it, the way she argued about everything. Then she’d come over to the couch and see my hard on for sure. I needed to buy some time.
“Sure,” I said. “Go grab the lotion.”
She d
ashed off upstairs again, and I tried to will my hard length to shrink. The damn thing did not want to go down. I was way more scared than horny at that point, but I guess I had been so close to finishing that my stubborn cock was demanding that I finish the job.
I heard the thudding of Natalie’s steps coming back downstairs.
