Billionaire Baby Bump

by Chance Carter

  “Just give me another minute,” he responded softly. He wasn't ready to give her up just yet, not even for a minute.

  With nothing to restrict him now, he went for her chest again. This time, he cupped her plump breasts tenderly, his thumbs working their magic across her erect pebbles. She moaned at the delicious sensations.

  “You're killing me here,” she whispered as he leaned forward to take one in his mouth. His tongue circled her pink peaks. He enjoyed the way her hips moved against him as she reacted to the pleasure he was giving her. It was clear she no longer wanted him to stop. The shower would just have to wait.

  She pressed her pussy hard against his jeans and his cock was begging to be let loose.

  He moved on to the other nipple, this time teasing and tugging with his teeth. Even the lightest of touches were sending her spiraling. He could feel her body respond to his touch, could hear her moans from above. Both urged him on to go even further.

  His jeans were no longer a suitable choice. He ran a hand down her back and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her own, letting his tongue do all the work while his free hand unbuttoned his jeans and brought down his fly. Once they were gone he kicked them aside.

  She made light work of his boxers. She slipped a hand inside and worked her hand around his shaft, pulling and massaging gently at first and then with a little more power. Now, it was his turn to react. He could see that his heavy groans were turning her on even more. The playful look in her blue eyes told him that there was more to come.

  She was stroking his cock perfectly, her tiny hand gripping it’s massive girth and sliding up and down along it. With each stroke, his pleasure grew and his cock throbbed and stiffened more and more.

  Jenny turned her back on him and stepped inside the shower. He laughed when she winced as a spray of cold water came tumbling out of the shower head. In a minute or two the water had warmed to a decent temperature and he joined her in there, relishing the way the water droplets ran in rivulets over the flesh of her breasts.

  To his surprise, she turned her back to him to place her palms flat on the glass shower wall. She edged back her hips and spread her legs giving him ample access. This was an entirely new experience for him, but he was eager to give her what she wanted.

  Roy stepped up behind her. He reached around her and placed his hands on her breasts, coaxing her nipples into play once again with the deft touch of his fingertips. She tilted her head back and he claimed her mouth with his own, relishing the wetness as he sucked the excess droplets from her pliant lips. Her hips arching against his groin nearly killed him on the spot.

  He pressed his cock against her quivering pussy lips.

  “Enter me,” she moaned.

  He entered her slowly at first, making sure her pussy was nice and wet, and once the head of his cock was inside her, he thrust forward, sliding all the way inside her, right to the hilt of his cock.

  She cried out in pleasure.

  He felt a rush of emotion that nearly dropped him to his knees. Jenny was everything to him. She was his friend, his partner, and his lover. He couldn't imagine feeling this free with anyone else.

  Although he would never forget Natalie and would love his wife forever, Jenny was in a league entirely her own. She tested his limits and often brought him to the breaking point. He had never imagined he would feel like this again. He wanted more.

  As he thrust, he felt all coherent thoughts leave his mind. Her appreciative moans spurred him on until he thought his knees would buckle beneath him. He wanted to let go, but he held on. He wanted her to finish first. He always wanted to be the one to make her come undone.

  Her heavy panting told him she was close. She turned her head, catching his tongue with her own. Her cry of joy a moment later told him she was sliding into an orgasm, and he felt her inner muscles tighten around him, convulsing in sweet, breathtaking spasms. It was an exhilarating feeling to know he had brought her there.

  He kept sliding in and out of her, pumping her mercilessly, and as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her, he felt her begin to lose her balance.

  He reached down under her ass and hoisted her up off her feet in his powerful arms. She kicked forward, resting her feet against the shower wall, and used them to push her ass and pussy tighter against his crotch.

  With her body braced against the wall in that position, he was able to thrust into her even harder. Even deeper.

  He went so hard and so deep that he brought on another wave of orgasm through her. She screamed this time as the pleasure ripped through her like a wildfire.

  He felt the pleasure surging through his cock with each powerful thrust forward. The passion grew and became almost a rage as he thrust forcefully into her. No matter how hard he pushed, she held her position, her feet firmly braced against the shower wall, and when he came, the force of his orgasm almost knocked him unconscious.

  “Oh my God,” he cried, as his cock exploded, sending powerful jets of semen deep into her pussy.

  “Oh, Roy,” she cried out.

  “Fuck,” he cried.

  He let himself go completely, having let the build-up overtake him in an earth-shattering release, as though he was sharing the very essence of him and giving it to her freely.

  “You’re a fucking angel,” he cried out as his semen continued pouring into her.

  “You’re a fucking God,” she cried, the pleasure of his cum inside her driving her wild.

  * * *

  Jenny pulled her towel tightly around her frame before she unlocked the bathroom door.

  Roy was still in the shower, the water having run so long it was now cold. Roy didn't mind. He needed the cool-down after their hot water adventure.

  Jenny’s body still shivered every time she thought about it. It had been perfect. Roy was sex. He was the only man she had ever known who had brought out these feelings in her, the only man who had ever given her those sensations.

  She’d had sex before, countless times actually. There had been first dates, one night stands, and long-term relationships. None compared to Roy. He was passionate, but most of all, he was loving. She could sense it in his tender touch, his sensual caresses, and his lingering kisses. Roy had been telling her he loved her with his sexy, well-built, talented body.

  Jenny paused in the hallway to check in on Isabelle who was still slumbering away. The dog looked up briefly when she pushed on the door, but dropped his head back down on the comforter.

  She closed the door. It was still far too early for both child and dog to be up. She would let them sleep a little longer.

  Jenny entered the master bedroom and eased the door closed behind her with a soft click. She toweled herself dry as she surveyed Roy's room.

  It was rather plain. He hadn't hung any photos or art. The wooden walls were gorgeous. The old, battered copy of To Kill a Mockingbird still sat on the nightstand.

  She took a seat on the edge of the bed and picked it up. She flipped through the pages, imagining what kind of woman Roy Peters would have married. She hadn't seen a wedding photograph or any image for that matter of his late wife. It was as if Roy was determined to forget.

  Her curiosity getting the best of her, she pulled open the top drawer of his bedside cabinet. It was about three-quarters full with numerous items, some of them seeming to have come from Roy's childhood. There was a photo of what looked like his parents, an old team photo from Little League, and tucked in under an assortment of memories was a little, navy box.

  Jenny glanced at the door. She lifted the lid of the jewelry box. Inside was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. A blue stone sat in amongst six diamonds, each one catching and reflecting the light in multi-faceted brilliance. The setting was attached to a silver band. It was absolutely gorgeous.

  Jenny felt a touch of sadness. Whoever Roy's wife had been, it was clear he had loved her. This ring stood as a symbol of that. It had been lovingly selected. Jenny was sure the woman that wore it had thought it just
as beautiful as she did.

  The sound of the shower shutting off made her shut it away again. She tucked the box back inside the drawer and drew a handful of papers on top to mask that she had been snooping. She closed the drawer softly just as his footsteps sounded in the hall.

  “Hey.”

  Roy looked a little sheepish when he entered the room. She had the impression this was a somewhat new experience for him. She liked that he hadn't experimented a lot with other women. It made her feel special.

  “Ready to finally get some sleep?” she asked as she pulled back the covers and slipped inside. She moved across to the left-hand side of the bed as Roy toweled himself dry at the end of the bed. She thought it best if he slept beside his bedside table. It didn't feel right to lay between him and the memories of his wife.

  “I am.”

  He smiled mischievously as he crawled in beside her. He wrapped an arm under her shoulders and smiled when she curled up against his body.

  “Between the investigation, the chase, and the shower, I'm worn out.”

  “Not to mention a lot cleaner,” she teased.

  I could get used to showers like that.

  Jenny smiled contently as she rested an arm across his well-defined chest. It felt like heaven on earth. She wished this feeling could last forever, but they had work to do.

  Chapter 25

  Jenny woke with a start a few hours later.

  She had been dreaming. Chloe was there with Isabelle. Jenny was trying to catch up with the two of them, but they always seemed to be a few too many steps ahead, just out of her reach. She had just managed to grasp a good hold of Chloe when she had been startled awake.

  She lay there dazed and confused for a second or two. Roy was still slumbering beside her, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His snores were gentle and soft.

  Jenny realized with a start that what had woken her was coming from the hall. The shrill sound of a telephone was muffled but determined through the bedroom door. Cursing under her breath, she climbed out of bed and grabbed Roy's housecoat from the back of the door. The fleece felt warm against her skin as she walked out into the cold hallway.

  The caller was not letting up. The phone continued to ring as she trudged down the hall toward it. She picked it up, her voice still slurred by sleep.

  “Yes?”

  The liquor store owner, Lawrence, was on the other end of the line. His voice crackled. He sounded distressed.

  “Miss Dale? It's Lawrence from the store in town. I think I made a terrible mistake yesterday.”

  Jenny placed the phone against her other ear, using her free hand to tighten the housecoat belt.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I gave you the wrong information when you asked about the wine bottles.”

  “Well, what did you mean to tell me instead?” she asked. “You can tell me anything, Lawrence.”

  “I'm not going to say it all over the phone. It isn't safe. Can you and Roy come down to the shop this afternoon around five p.m. I'll be closing then, and we’ll be able to talk freely.”

  “Okay. We'll be there.”

  Jenny couldn't wait to hear what Roy would make of this. She went back to the bedroom to wake him up in her own special way.

  She saw him lying there, looking as sexy as ever. His muscular chest, its tattoos, rising up and down with his breath.

  She climbed quietly onto the bed, got under the blankets, and crawled up along his body, careful not to wake him. She stopped when she reached his boxer shorts and carefully pulled them down, letting his long cock fall out.

  He moved slightly in his sleep but didn’t wake up.

  Leaning close over him, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock. He moved again but still didn’t wake up. She was surprised to see that his cock was stiffening and growing, even though he was still asleep.

  She ran her tongue all the way along it, from the base to the head, tracing the line of the vein on its underside. Roy moved but still didn’t wake up.

  She felt very naughty and mischievous as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it gently. As it grew in her mouth, she brought it further and further into her throat, taking his full shaft into her throat.

  “Oh, god,” she heard him groan up above the sheets.

  He was beginning to wake up.

  She ran her tongue in circles around his head, and then massaged the head of his cock with her tongue as her hand reached up to cup his balls.

  He began to thrust very slowly and gently toward her, and she paused to see if he was awake. Miraculously he was still fast asleep.

  She smiled and continued sucking, working the head of his cock skillfully, thinking about how much fun it would be to make him cum without even waking him. Would he even know it had happened?

  She wasn’t sure.

  She let his cock slide all the way into her throat and she could feel the early pulses and throbs of his orgasm getting ready to explode. She didn’t stop, she kept sucking and rising her mouth up and then back down on his shaft.

  In a few more seconds, she tasted the first pulse of his semen flowing into her mouth. She swallowed it as another load throbbed out of his cock and into her mouth. His orgasm was gentler than when he was awake, but the thought of having coaxed it out of him without his knowledge gave her a strange thrill. It was naughty, like something she’d stolen, and it also gave her a feeling of control and power over him. She could do this to him any time she wanted, and he’d never know any better.

  He’d love her more and more, need her more and more, and never know where it came from!

  She waited for his orgasm to finish and licked him clean. Then she crawled up and snuggled in against his chest. He was still only half awake and she wasn’t sure if he knew what she’d just done to him.

  “I love you, Jenny,” he mumbled.

  Her heart jumped with joy.

  “What?” she whispered.

  But he was back asleep. He pulled her close against his chest and breathed deeply in his satisfied slumber.

  Jenny had never felt so safe in a man’s arms.

  * * *

  Roy was eager to call the police commissioner straight after breakfast. He had dug through his old files in the study the night before and located the phone number on an old sheet of foolscap. He hoped it was still operational.

  It took him by surprise when Jenny told him they should wait. He listened to her account of the curious phone call early that morning and agreed with her to meet Lawrence later that afternoon.

  “I don't like holding off on this,” he told her as they collected up the breakfast dishes together. I feel like we should act fast. The longer we leave it, the longer Chief Cartright has to get his ducks in a row.”

  “I agree, but Lawrence’s information may make our case even stronger.”

  Roy shrugged as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

  “What if his information turns out to be not so helpful after all? The police badge is enough to put Chief Cartright at the scene of Chloe's murder. It won’t matter how hard he's worked to keep their relationship a secret across town.”

  “But what if Lawrence can give us more information on the blue wine bottle? If Chief Cartright orders it into the liquor store, then it also can place him at the scene of the fire. It could prove he tried to kill me.”

  Roy put his head into his hands with a sigh.

  “Fine. You're right.”

  “Wouldn't be the first time.”

  “We’ll wait it out until tomorrow morning.”

  He held up a finger.

  “But then we have to act. I hate the idea of that smug bastard sitting in his office thinking he's king of the heap when Joey is confined to a metal box.”

  When is the last time you saw Cartright? Jenny asked

  “Not for a couple days, now that I think about it. Not that I’m complaining. That guy has a knack for ruining a man’s day.” Roy said. “It’s
possible he was the mysterious stranger in the woods the other day. If so, I think I hate him even more than I did before for what he did to my ankle.”

  Jenny laughed.

  “Then you must not have seen what he's been sporting on his face lately.”

  “A soul patch? A new tattoo across his forehead that reads I'm a giant prick?”

  “A black eye.”

  He had to chuckle at how clearly overjoyed Jenny was about it.

  “Joey took a pot shot at his face.”

  “What makes you think it was Joey who took the shot? I can think of a few people who’d love to punch the smirk off that asshole’s face..”

  “Joey had bruises on the knuckles of his right hand when I visited him at the station. I never thought to ask him about it, but it was as clear as day. I got a kick out of it.”

  “Well, good on Joey.” Roy sat back in his chair, impressed with his friend’s guts. “He is my new hero.”

  Jenny smiled sweetly across at him.

  “Damn, and I thought it was going to be me.”

  “You make a very close second.” he said as he reached across and squeezed her hand.

  “I would have thought this morning’s interaction would have made me top-dog.”

  “Ah, but you’ve never taken a shot at Cartright. You go see to that, and I’ll be waiting here with your crown.”

  She raised an eyebrow with a laugh.

  “I think if I did that I’d be sharing a cell with Joey. ”

  “Not for long,” Roy reminded her. “When the police commissioner hears all of our evidence, Joey won't be staring at those four, stone walls much longer. He will be a free man and Isabelle will have her daddy back.”

  Jenny nodded in response, but he noticed she had grown quiet.

  “What's the matter?” he asked.

  “It just doesn't seem real,” she admitted. “A week ago, I was offered the job of a lifetime. In a flash, it all disappeared, and I was forced to return to Ombrea to care for some young kid I had barely even met before. Now I'm trying to prove my brother's innocence, so I can get him out of jail. I'm a genuine aunt, I have you as a friend, and Ombrea doesn’t seem as bad as I had made it out to be in my mind. It's like my life took a U-turn. I'm in upside-down mode.”