Pregnant By My Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Compilation

by Cassandra Dee

  I smiled at him sweetly.

  “Good,” I murmured. “Because you’re gonna get it big boy.”

  And with that, I let my internal rhythm take over. Closing my eyes, I began swaying, working my shoulders, taking small steps. Slowly, I ran my hands up and down over my body sensuously, cupping my breasts, stroking my hips.

  “Mmm,” I purred. “Mmmm.”

  But I wasn’t done yet. My palms rose until they squeezed my tits, those huge pendulous Double Ds, and I stroked the flesh sensuously.

  “Daddy want to see?” I purred again. “Daddy want?”

  The answer was instantaneous.

  “Fuck yeah,” Grayson rumbled. “Fuck yeah, give me a look.”

  Giggling a little, I pulled down on my décolletage, letting my right boob spill out. Holy shit, was I really doing this? Was I really taking off my clothes in front of a man, dancing seductively for him? Was I really here with Grayson Channing, King of the Strip, baring my boobies for him to see?

  But the answer was a resounding yes. Because I wanted it. The way his eyes were glued to my tits felt good, the way his mouth literally dropped open with hunger. My pink crest was hard, stiff and aching, and I plucked at it teasingly.

  “Daddy like?” I cooed. “Daddy like?”

  The big man’s only answer was to swallow thickly.

  “Fuck,” came his grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  I squeezed and massaged my breast even more, leaning forward so it dangled appetizingly.

  “Oh look,” I giggled once more. “My tit’s moving in time to the music.”

  And it was true. My big boobs were swinging to the left, and then to the right, like they could hear the sensuous samba playing outside.

  But I wasn’t done yet because with a quick flick of my wrist, I popped my other breast out, this time both gazongas hanging pendulously.

  “Mmm,” I purred. “Look Daddy, look how stiff I am for you.”

  And rolling my nipples between my fingers, I demonstrated, corkscrewing off the tips with audible pops.

  “Oooh! So hard, just for you.”

  By now, Grayson had his dick out. Oh yeah, he’d pulled his stiffie free and it waved in the air, beckoning to me. I danced over, pausing before him while taking a deep breath, eyes wide. Because holy smokes, that pole was huge. I’ve only seen male cock on my laptop screen, but Grayson had a rod that was like a porn star. Ten inches with the tip glistening wet, it quivered in the air, pointing straight at me.

  “Daddy,” I murmured. “Is that really …?”

  “It is,” he rasped. “It’s all for kitten.”

  I cooed again.

  “But I’m not sure,” I whispered. “This is just supposed to be dancing.”

  He muttered thickly.

  “You’ll be dancing,” he replied. “Dancing on my dick that is.”

  And with that, all my defenses caved. Because yeah, I was acting like a ho. I was getting paid to have sex with this man, this incredibly attractive, powerful man, and it should have left me cold. It should have left me shuddering in my shoes, trading my pussy for cash.

  But instead, I wanted it. I’m a wallflower, a curvy girl who’s a virgin still, and I wanted to feel his pole deep inside, to have it breach my innermost parts. I wanted to feel a man in me solid and hard, owning my female form. So taking a deep breath, I met his eyes again.

  “Are you sure, big boy?” I murmured. “Maybe I’m more than you can handle.”

  “Oh fuck yeah, I’m sure,” he ground out, eyes glued to my curves, that fuckrod literally shaking with lust, desperate to be in me. “Fuck yeah.”

  And with that, he grabbed my curvy form, pulling my ass onto his lap. Relaxing for a moment, I sighed because it felt so good to be there. Grayson is at least twice my size, and sitting on his lap made me feel positively tiny by comparison. I cooed for a moment, leaning against the hard wall of his chest, those strong arms holding me close.

  “Oh,” came my tiny murmur. “Oh.”

  But this was an aroused male, hard, hot and hungry, and there was no way to deny the hard flesh that pressed into my butt from behind. Was that huge iron rod really his dick? Oh yeah, it had to be. So I wiggled a little, cooing again.

  “What next Daddy? What comes next?”

  Grayson didn’t answer. Instead, a big hand trailed down my thigh, sampling the creamy flesh there.

  “Shit, this is exactly how I like it,” he rasped. “There’s so much of you, it’s fucking beautiful.”

  And heat coursed through my veins. Because yeah, my legs are thick and heavy, and this was the first time I’d heard a man compliment them. It only made my pussy moisten, practically dripping now. I mewled again, leaning back.

  “Here Daddy,” I whispered. “Touch me here.”

  And like a slut, I took that big hand in mine, guiding his hand so that it traced my knee. Oh yeah, one inch, then two inches, he came closer and closer to my pussy until the steam hit his hand, cunt emanating hot wetness.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, throwing my head back so that it lolled on his broad shoulder. “Mmmm.”

  But Grayson didn’t need guidance now. Slowly, that big hand moved upwards on its own until with the lightest of touches, he grazed my sweetly steaming folds.

  “Aw fuck baby, you’re fucking drenched,” he grunted. “You’re fucking sopping.”

  I mewled again, writhing sensuously in his lap.

  “You make me that way,” I purred. “It’s all you.”

  And with that, Grayson was on it. His hand lightly traced my nether lips, tantalizing me, sampling the soft, puffy flesh and I cried out, delighted.

  “Oh yes Daddy! There, there!”

  The alpha growled below me.

  “Oh there’s more, baby girl, there’s more.”

  With big fingers, he reached down and pulled my pussy lips apart. The billionaire didn’t do more for a second, just looking down my body at that wet cunt. I admit, it was an amazing sight. My legs were spread, one knee hooked over each of his, dress bunched up to my waist. But even more, the hotel magnate had spread my pink pussy to the max. Each labia was pulled wide, my insides bared, glistening wetly.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” came his voice deep in my ear. “Absolutely delectable.”

  I mewled again, squirming.

  “Then touch it Daddy,” I breathed. “Touch it.”

  And Grayson helped himself to the feast. One big finger traced down my labia, playing with my hole before tracing back up the other side, sampling my goodness. He dipped once more to the bottom of my slit, catching the juices there before lifting his fingers. And sure enough, those big digits digits dripped with creamy fluid, proof of my arousal.

  “Fuck you really want it, don’t you?” he ground out. “You really want it. You’re such a slut.”

  I was helpless now. I’ve never been in close quarters with a man, much less letting a man touch my private parts. My pussy sizzled hotly, making me writhe and mewl. Holy shit, this was amazing, no one had ever told me making love could be like this. Spreadeagle in a man’s lap, letting him stroke my folds? Yes, please, I was a slut and more.

  But Grayson wasn’t done yet. Because the man knows how to work a female body and slowly, one hand began teasing my nub. My clit can get huge when I’m aroused, and now was no exception. Two inches long, it stood up straight, waving, practically begging Grayson to play.

  “Mmm, my dirty baby likes having her cunt stroked, doesn’t she?” he growled deep in my ear. “Dirty whores have dirty cunts.”

  The words made me shiver deliciously.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, yes, I’m Daddy’s dirty whore.”

  The big man shifted beneath me, that arousal still poking my ass. But he wasn’t done yet. Pinching my nub, he made me squeal before settling into a deep, sensuous rub.

  “Mmm,” he began again. “Baby likes getting her clit rubbed, doesn’t she? Baby’s a whore who likes getting her slutty cunt rubbed.”

  I could only
agree, it felt so good.

  “Oh yes,” I panted, boobies heaving, letting him touch wherever, my pussy now gushing juices coating his palm. “Oh yes, Daddy, please rub my cunt. Fuck it, Daddy, fuck it please.”

  And my wish was his command. Because slowly, he pulled my torso upwards until that big shaft popped out from between my thighs.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed. “Oh my god!”

  It was obscene. Sitting in Grayson’s lap, I faced forwards with my legs spread, the man angled below me so that his cock popped out from between my thighs. The fit was so snug that the base of my pussy literally pressed against that hard shaft, juices dripping onto his rod.

  “Oh!” I cried out again. Oh my god, my pussy lips split so that they hugged his shaft on each side, it was so wrong.

  But Grayson doesn’t take no for an answer because he merely chuckled in my ear.

  “That’s right,” he rasped. “It’s a dirty camel toe, your pussy’s creaming all over my dick length-wise. And guess what sweet thing? All ten inches is going into your tightness.”

  I juiced again, the cream running from my hole in a gush. Because this was so wrong. I was getting paid to have sex, and not only that, but it was actually my first time. But I wanted it, and wriggling a bit, I humped my hips desperately, making him chuckle again.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, put it in.”

  Grayson went for it then. Reaching down, he angled his cock so that the tip just kissed my hole.

  “Sit down baby girl,” he commanded roughly. “Sit down on Daddy’s dick, let that little cunt get fucked.”

  I mewled. This was gonna be hard for sure. This was a porn star pose, for advanced sexperts. But I couldn’t let on that I was a newbie because he’d stop and this fantasy would be over. So I lifted my hips, spreading my legs even wider, and pressed experimentally down on that hard cock. Ooooh, it felt good, my lips parting slightly to spread wetly over the tip.

  “Like this Daddy?” I panted. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” he growled. “Now just hold it right there and I’m gonna …”

  But Grayson’s voice broke off because his dick slipped in a few inches then and oh shit, it felt good. His cocktip split my pussy and I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes falling closed.

  “Ohhh!” I squealed. “Ohhh!”

  Because it felt amazing. Stretched wide, I gushed again, wetting the ride.

  “Oh yes Daddy!” I cried out again, holding perfectly still with his dick halfway embedded inside. “Oh yes!”

  This time, Grayson didn’t hesitate. He began feeding his cock into my cunt steadily, edging the pole upwards slowly, squeezing into that tight space. I bucked a little, unable to help myself.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, eyes closed, head lolling back and forth. Oh god, I was being fucked for the first time and it felt so good. Oh god, oh god.

  But Grayson is a pro, he knows how to stretch a pussy, so slowly, he angled his hips upwards again, pressing into my sensitive spot.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out. “So fucking small.”

  I mewled wordlessly, everything on fire, unable to concentrate on anything but that huge snake making its way inside. How did women do this? The fullness was unbearable, like I was being crammed to the max, no space for air. Taking deep breaths, I willed myself to open more, to embrace his cock.

  And the big man sensed my struggle.

  “Calm, little girl,” he soothed. “Relax and it’ll go in easier. Your pussy is so fucking tight, but it’s fantas..... unnnh,” he grunted mid-sentence in surprise.

  Because the unthinkable had happened. Grayson’s glans had just pushed against my secret, the barrier to my virginity. Yeah, here I was seated in a strange man’s lap, buried on his dick, and unfortunately, he’d just found out that it was my first time.

  “What the fuck?” he grunted, panting heavily behind me. “What the fuck Kitty?”

  It hardly seemed the time for a conversation, so I begged.

  “Please,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop, Grayson, it feels so good.”

  That cock twitched in me, spurting a little, and I moaned again, wriggling my hips, trying to get him in deeper. This was the man I wanted and if he stopped I would die.

  But Grayson’s arms were like steel bands around my waist, holding me still.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he rasped into my ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

  “Because you wouldn’t want me!” I cried out, almost sobbing now in a combination of ecstasy and desperation. Oh god, if the man didn’t keep going, I wasn’t sure what I’d do. I needed that dick, I needed him hard, hot and heavy inside, only him. So I tried again, humping my hips, trying to get him further inside.

  “Please Grayson,” I begged. “Please, please, ahhhh!”

  And he gave in. The billionaire answered my wishes and with one swift thrust, that cock burst through my hymen, the little piece of tissue gone forever.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out. “Ohhhh!”

  It was unbelievable in every way. My pussy was on fire, his shaft so big and thick, owning my very soul. Squirming like a pig on a stick, I mewled again, slutty cunt so fucked.

  But Grayson’s a pro with women. His big hands caressed my thighs, deep voice murmuring in my ear.

  “Still,” he soothed. “Hold still and it gets better I promise.”

  I squirmed again.

  “Unnh!”

  But the big man wouldn’t let up. His cock was stuck deep inside, and he wasn’t pulling out.

  “Relax,” he growled again, hands moving sensuously up to my waist this time. “Relax, relax.”

  And slowly, my pussy stopped burning. It was still uncomfortable down there, still so tight, but a different type of tingling started up, hot and sensuous.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned again. “Mmm,” I murmured, rocking my hips.

  “That’s it,” he rasped. “That’s it, go with it, baby, go with it.”

  The billionaire held still as I moved a bit, letting that cock stir my insides. Shit, it was unbelievable, a man deep within, giving me an internal massage. It still hurt a little, for sure, but that was dissipating with every second.

  And like he could read my mind, the big man rasped in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

  With that, the alpha pulled back and then pushed deep, making me squeal.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, hips rolling, head falling back. “Unnnh!”

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he panted, pulling out again this time before pushing back in. “That’s right, ride Daddy’s cock, ride it slow, take your time.”

  And slowly we began moving in unison, our bodies rolling as his dick went in, and then out. I moaned lustily as the pressure increased, his fuckpole picking up tempo. Oh god, why hadn’t anyone ever told me it felt so good? I figured the screams in porn were fake, the agonized expressions were just acting. But this was different. This was the real thing and oh my god, but it was beyond my wildest dreams.

  Gray didn’t let up either, his big body owning me, commanding me, drilling me hard. Within minutes, we were going at it non-stop, the pounding heavy and sensuous, my pussy sucking him in deep with each stroke.

  “Aw fuck I knew you were slutty,” he ground out into my ear, arms holding me tight as his hips jerked up and down, drilling me again and again. “That slutty cunt’s got dog.”

  What the hell was “dog”? I couldn’t ask at the moment because every ounce of my body was focused on where we were joined, his hot pole sliding in and out, my soft flesh quivering and tight. It was so dirty and nasty, the way he drilled me from below, and I gave in like an inexperienced virgin then. Crying out with release, my pussy spasmed once, twice, hard, clamping down like a vise.

  “Ahhh!” came my scream. “Ohhhh Gray!”

  “Fuck!” the billionaire roared, dick jerking in me. And unbelievably, hot juices began pouring out, filling my vag to the brim. Oh god, there was a man comi
ng in me, a huge, powerful alpha releasing within my precious inner chamber, pumping me full of sperm. His dick jerked again and again, the veins pulsing and I screamed my own ecstasy as hot white sprayed all over my interior canal.

  “FUCK!” Grayson roared again, jaw clenched and eyes shut as he held me tight, pole pulsing into my tiny channel. “Fuck!”

  And at that very moment, the door snicked open, a woman’s voice interrupting

  “Gray,” came the dulcet tones. My eyes grew round. Holy smokes, this was unreal, and I could only imagine what she saw. Me, totally nude breasts bouncing, legs spread while impaled on a huge man’s dick as he pumped me full of baby batter. And the worst part was that my pussy was still milking him, clenching and unclenching on that hard pole, draining him of every last drop.

  And Grayson was taken by surprise too. His arms clenched around my torso, partly in surprise but partly in ecstasy. Oh yeah, the billionaire had lost it, his hot cock buried inside and there was no way to keep the sperm from flying.

  But Mr. Channing works fast. Because as I began to squirm, trying to get off his lap, those strong arms held me tight. I couldn’t move one inch, legs wide open as he continued to pump inside for the woman to see. It must have been so disgusting, that massive pole buried deep in my wet folds, juices dripping everywhere.

  But it got worse because Grayson spoke then.

  “Ma,” the big man rasped in back of me. “Meet my new fiancée, Kitty.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Grayson

  I admit, this isn’t the ideal way to introduce your fiancée to your mother. But hey, I roll with the punches, and so what if my mom caught us having sex? This is what engaged people do.

  Kitty went still in my arms with shock, mouth hanging open, so I pressed the opportunity.

  “Mom,” I ground out, “Would you give us a minute? You’ve caught us at a bad time,” I managed roughly as another spurt of sperm blasted from my dick, spraying the girl again. Shit, there was so much, I’ve never had this much man milk before. But chalk it up to the girl, I’ve also never met a female so delectable, round, juicy and ripe.

  And Rhonda, to her credit, didn’t even blink an eye. My mom fixed me with a blue glare that resembled my own, and turned away, sniffing.