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

by Cassandra Dee

  By now, I wasn’t able to focus on licking her pussy, the sensations in my dick and ass overwhelming. Because Kitty was massaging my prostate. She’d do a long, deep suck with her mouth and then run her finger over that gland inside, making thing ten times more sensitive. It was like my dick was on fire, balls going high and tight, back arching reflexively.

  And suddenly it all went haywire. I’ve had my cock sucked by hundreds of women, if not thousands, but five minutes with my little filly was enough to push me over the edge. Because jerking once, twice, my back bent like I was having a seizure and I unloaded the hottest, creamiest froth into her mouth.

  “FUUUCK!” came my roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  It was insane. I’ve come a million times in the past, but never have I spurted so much. Gallons of hot seed erupted from my dicktip, going deep into Kitty’s throat and straight to her stomach. And the female swallowed like a champ, gulping furiously, that little throat doing its best to accommodate.

  But there was just too much. I’d had an orgasm to end all orgasms, dick pumping relentlessly, jerking and twitching as roars continued to erupt from my throat. And Kitty couldn’t keep up, it was impossible. She began choking, white bubbly streaming from her mouth, my semen overfilling the little girl. Oh shit, oh shit, could she even breathe? Probably not, shit, this was an emergency.

  But fuck no, I didn’t stop. I didn’t let her up to get some air, to make sure those lungs were clear. My baby takes it all and then some, so instead, I drove down even harder into that sweet mouth, the female’s lips stretched unbearably as semen spilled out.

  “Mmmph!” she cried, hips twisting sensuously beneath me. “Mmmph!”

  And I did just the thing to help her swallow. Girls are sensitive kittens. They can do anything if you get their pussy wet, and I hadn’t been doing my job. So as my penis pumped, I took two fingers and jammed them into her hole. Oh yeah, that wetly creaming snatch was receptive, and as soon as our flesh made contact, she erupted.

  “MMMPH!” Kitty screamed. “MMMPH! MMMPH!”

  I looked on with pure hunger blazing in my eyes. Because oh yeah, the semen went down easier now. Some of it still flowed from her lips, but as orgasm wracked that tiny pussy, Kitty was able to open her esophagus and swallow more. Oh shit, oh shit, this was so fucking dirty, and yet so right. I pulsed again, giving her another dose as that sweet cunt clamped again and again on my hand.

  And finally, the climax passed. Oh yeah, this had been a mind-blowing session, the dirtiest, nastiest sex I’ve had in a long time. I’d just shoved my dick into a girl’s face and forced her to drink my cum. Do husbands do that to wives? Do grooms do that to their brides? Or does life end after marriage? Who knows? Because all I know is that I’m gonna do it again to my girl. Kitty eats it up like a slutty ho, a whore who can’t get enough. And as I pulled my dick from her mouth, she grabbed my balls, turning wide eyes to me.

  “Not ready yet?” I ground out beneath my breath. “You want some more time with my dick?”

  And oh shit, despite the fact that she’d just had a nutritious lunch of semen, the girl nodded hungrily. Kitty loved the nastiness, she loved the hot, thick pole buried in her throat, and wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. So chuckling nastily, I held still, poised over the girl’s head.

  “Oh yeah, sweet thing. If you want Daddy’s dick, you can have it. As much as you want. Anytime you want. Forever.”

  Holy shit, what was I saying? What was this crap about “forever”? But the thing is that it’s right. It was so right, sitting here in the furniture store, my cock crammed down a sweet virgin’s throat, her nude, lush body wet and open to my stare. It was right to fuck her, it was right to tease that snatch until it creamed, and it was right to do all sorts of nasty any way we wanted, anywhere we wanted. It feels right with Kitty, and fuck … but I’m a doomed motherfucker now.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kitty

  I can’t believe that actually happened. Gray and I had sex in the furniture store, he plowed me with his fingers, giving me the most delicious orgasm right there on a furniture display. Oh my god, oh my god. What’s happened to me? I used to be shy, good girl Kitty, and now I’m letting strange men fuck me in public places? Oh god.

  But the thing is that it was good. It was better than good, it was mind-blowing and staggeringly right. It was fun afterwards, the two of us laughing quietly as we pulled on our clothes, stumbling together towards the door, ignoring the scandalized looks of the staff.

  “No worries they’ll get paid,” grunted Gray, not even looking their way.

  The salespeople’s eyes bugged out of their head, mouths open as we staggered out of the store.

  “But it’s so bad,” I whispered, trying to hide my face against Gray’s shoulder. “It’s so bad. We were so loud,” I whispered again.

  That was true. Our initial attempt to be quiet had evaporated in about two seconds. Instead, I’d gone at it like a freakin’ hyena, screaming and groaning, crying out “Gray, fuck me, fuck me!” more than a few times.

  But the big man didn’t care at all.

  “Naw, no worries little girl. I’m gonna buy everything in the store to make it up to them. It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. “We need new furniture anyways.”

  I gasped, seizing his arm.

  “Everything in the store? But- but, that’s so much money!” I stammered.

  The big man chuckled deep in his chest.

  “It’s not a lot when you’ve got as much as I do,” he tossed off carelessly. “Besides, we have to get that divan now. It’s soaked through with your juices,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

  I gaped at him for a moment, but then my sense of humor kicked in.

  “And with your semen,” I retorted with a coy smile. “And with gallons of your DNA, it smells like you, Gray.”

  The alpha threw his head back and laughed then, flashing even white teeth.

  “And my sperm,” he acknowledged. “Absolutely baby, I filled you up until you overflowed.”

  My cheeks grew red then, breasts going hot at the memory. Because oh god, yes, there’d been so much male seed. It was everywhere, trailing down my chin, my breasts, covering my little tummy and even dripping down to my puss.

  But as we got into the car, I turned to him, eyes wide.

  “Gray,” I breathed. “We have to talk.”

  Normally words like that put someone on edge, but the billionaire was completely cool and confident, looking over his shoulder as he put the Mercedes in reverse.

  “What baby girl? What can Daddy do for you?”

  The deep undertone of his voice made me tingle deep inside, pussy starting to sizzle. Stop it Kitty! Went the voice in my head. Be serious, this is a serious topic.

  So taking a deep breath, I glanced at him from across the stick shift.

  “Daddy, we haven’t been using anything,” I said tentatively. “And I’m not on birth control.”

  Gray didn’t even hesitate.

  “Yeah that’s perfect because we’re having a dozen kids, remember? We bought two nursery sets just in case.”

  The thought of children with this man made my heart flutter. What would it be like to grow heavy with his child? What would it be like to give birth to a little boy with Gray’s blue eyes and black hair, sweet and dimpled? But the voice in my head spoke up again. Stop this shit, it screamed. Stop it, Kitty Jones, you’re nothing but an employee to this guy. So give the fairy tales a break and get with real life.

  The pain in my soul stung, but I forced myself to turn and look at the big man again.

  “Gray,” I began slowly. “What we have, it’s hot, it’s exciting, but being a parent is completely not part of our contract. Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head firmly. “So we’ve got to do something. I’ll see the doctor about getting on the pill, but in the meantime, we have to use condoms. We have to.”

  Gray’s expression didn’t change, his eyes fixed on the road, but a muscle twitched in that
strong jaw involuntarily. Oh god, was I in trouble now?

  But he didn’t address the issue head-on.

  “So what if you get pregnant?” he asked casually, not even taking his eyes from the road. “So what?”

  I gasped. This was not what I expected.

  “We have an agreement!” I said, completely stunned. “We get married and then divorced as soon as you get control of The Milano. Don’t you remember? We agreed!” I sputtered.

  “Of course I remember,” the big man answered smoothly, raising an eyebrow at me. “I could never forget that pussy fuck in my office, with my mom walking in to boot. But sweetheart, that’s the thing,” he continued. “There was no talk of a baby during that conversation.”

  I gapsed at him.

  “But wouldn’t a baby be a no-no?” I asked. God, why did I have to use the word “no-no”? It made me sound like child myself, so I took a deep breath and tried again.

  “Gray,” I said firmly. “I can’t get pregnant. We can’t get pregnant. We’re getting divorced remember? And if we’re getting divorced, there’s no way we should have a baby together.”

  The billionaire just shrugged.

  “Maybe I want you as my baby mama,” he growled, throwing me a look, blue eyes flashing. “Maybe what that saleslady said was right. You’re eighteen, ripe and fertile, so why not? You could have a couple of my kids, it’d be no problem.”

  I stared at him even as my body thrilled to the idea. Oh god, not just having one of his kids, but a few? Getting pregnant over and over again, that virile sperm seeding my fertile body in perpetuity? God, I wanted it, I absolutely wanted it.

  But common sense took over because I frowned then, brown eyes grave. The billionaire was just throwing things out there, none of the words even made sense.

  “Gray, please,” I said in a soft voice. “Please be serious. You don’t need a baby mama, I don’t need to be anyone’s baby mama, what we need to do is to use protection. I’ll get on the pill asap, but it takes a while to kick in. So promise you’ll use condoms next time, okay?”

  The alpha was silent, staring at the road in front of us, those eyes inscrutable.

  “Gray?” I prompted again, this time reaching a hand out to rest on a strong forearm. “Do you promise?”

  Looking down at where we touched, those blue eyes blazed as he answered.

  “I promise,” he growled, swinging that devastating gaze at me, making me shiver. “If that’s what my baby girl wants, then so be it. I promise.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, my heart was heavy. Because for a split second there, the clouds had parted and a ray of sunshine had touched my soul. The unthinkable had happened and that was the possibility of children with Gray, and maybe, just maybe, even a future. Could it come true? Could something so amazing happen to a poor girl like me? Oh god, please, yes.

  But my inner voice spoke again. You’re just a hired gun, it said scornfully. You’re getting paid just like the thousands of other women who work at his hotel. So don’t get your hopes up. You’re no Cinderella, and Gray’s no prince. Get your head out of the clouds and back to Earth, the voice commanded. Once the alpha gets his money, you’re a goner.

  And tears pooling in my eyes, I nodded silently. God, the voice was right. I was a no one, hired to play a role so that the billionaire could fulfill the terms of some godawful will. And once he got what he wanted, I’d be tossed out like yesterday’s trash, my shelf life expired. All this had been made clear from the get go. So why was I hoping? Or more accurately, why did I want to be with Grayson Channing so bad?

  I bit my lip and looked out the window, mind whirling this way and that, spinning all sorts of reasons. But I forced myself to stop because it didn’t matter. The boundaries were drawn, every line crystal clear. I was nothing but an actress and once the curtain went down, there was only one way out … the exit.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Gray

  Holy shit, is this really happening? Is this really going down?

  I was standing in a small wedding chapel at the Milano, dressed in a gray suit with a blue tie. The sun streamed through stained glass windows, lighting up the small room, teak pews gleaming as the minister beamed.

  And yeah, this really is my life. Gray Channing is getting married, the impossible was coming true. So? the voice in my head snorted. It’s just a fake marriage, you’re getting divorced as soon as the money’s released.

  And my internal voice was right. I should have felt nothing. This ceremony should have meant absolutely zero, but instead I was proud to be here. My huge chest was strong and straight, arms powerful as I waited by the altar. And though I looked relaxed, in no way was I relaxed at all. If anything, my heart was thumping like a fucking drum, practically bursting with excitement.

  The voice came again. What the fuck is wrong with you? That wedding certificate isn’t even worth the paper it’s printed on. So what the fuck?

  But my heart wouldn’t listen to the words in my head. Because oh shit, I was getting married to the sweetest, most beautiful woman I know. Kitty was gonna be here in just a sec, and I couldn’t wait to see her curves, to gaze into those beautiful brown eyes as we said, “I do.”

  And as the door opened, the air whooshed out of my chest. Because Kitty stood there, framed in the doorway and oh shit, but she was everything I’d dreamed of. The girl was so fucking gorgeous, unbelievably innocent yet sensuous, a smile wreathing her lips, eyes looking straight into mine. And oh shit, but that material clung to her curves, outlining those sassy tits, the way her hips swung like a sexy pendulum.

  She shot a secret smile my way, making my blood boil, but there was nothing I could do because the wedding march began to play. And on cue, the girl stepped forward, one petite white shoe trailing the other.

  But immediately a growl rose in my chest because yeah, the female was walking with a limp. It wasn’t obvious or anything, someone who didn’t know her wouldn’t be able to tell.

  But I fucking knew. I knew from the way her hips swayed that she had a deep pussy ache, her cunt sore from the regular poundings of my dick. And oh fuck yeah, as she limped a little more towards me, her ass twisted weirdly too, making me grin like a motherfucker. Because I’m a two-hole man and I go at that delicious rump like there’s no tomorrow, like I’ll never get enough.

  So fuck yeah, a wash of pure masculine satisfaction rolled over me as the woman approached. She was the female of my dreams, sore in both special places because of my hard work, and it was so fucking awesome. But this was literally our marriage ceremony, and not the time to be ravaging a sweet princess.

  “Hi,” she whispered, stepping next to me and taking my hand. “Hi.”

  I looked deep into those caramel eyes, limpid pools of sweetness.

  “Hi yourself,” I ground out, gripping her small hand tight. “How are you, Mrs. Channing?”

  She giggled slightly, about to say something, but then the minister began.

  “Dearly beloved,” he intoned. “We are gathered here today …”

  Of course, only my mom was here as a witness, so the “we” was a little exaggerated. But still, who the fuck cares? The fact is that I was getting married to a nymphet, the girl of my dreams, and it was gonna be legit in the eyes of man, god, and the law of the land. Nothing was gonna tear us apart.

  Emotions whirled, my chest tight. Who would have thought it’d feel this good to tie the knot? I’ve always seen it as an evil. Not even a necessary evil, just pure evil. Because why would you put yourself through something like marriage? There’s a shit ton of pussy to fuck, why restrict yourself to one? There’s a world of cunt juice to sample, so why stick with only one flavor?

  But looking down at Kitty, the reasons were crystal clear. Because this female is unlike any other. She’s curvy, sweet and ripe, without a mean bone in her body. She’d give her coat to a homeless person on a cold day, she’d give her last quarter to a child going hungry.

  And all that shou
ld have turned me off. After all, I’m a business magnate, I run homeless people off my property and children going hungry? There’s no time for shit like that when my casino is practically minting money.

  But somehow Kitty’s shown me another way, and I love the goodness that radiates from that curvy form, how she has a smile for everyone. I love the fact that she’s soft to my hard, the sweet to my sour, gentle and giving one hundred percent.

  So yeah, here I was beaming at my bride, chest puffed out like a fucking penguin. And when the minster intoned, “You may kiss the bride,” there was zero hesitation. I enveloped that curvy form with arms like steel bands and ravished her mouth, the world fading to a blur around us.

  “Umm, Gray,” she murmured, breasts heaving against my chest. “Mmmm.”

  Fuck, it was such a fucking turn-on, her lips so sweet, breath like perfume. So I went in for another deep kiss, this time one hand going up to squeeze a big breast, to feel that heavy weight in my palm. Fuck yeah, I was gonna fuck these titties, they belonged to me now.

  But the minister coughed politely and we broke off, panting. If my mom hadn’t been here, I would have fucked into Kitty right here, torn that dress off and let her pussy get the ride of its life.

  But we’ve already shocked Rhonda once, and there’s no need to do it again. So instead, I grabbed my new wife’s hand, planting one more kiss on her lips before turning to face my mom.

  “Rhonda, meet your new daughter-in-law,” I grunted. “The new Mrs. Channing.”

  My mom laughed, leaning forward to kiss Kitty’s cheek.

  “I’m so glad you’re Mrs. Channing now,” Rhonda said with a sparkle in her eye. “Because being called Mrs. Channing always made me feel so old,” she confided.

  We all chuckled but then Kitty’s face grew serious.

  “I’m honored to be the new Mrs. Channing,” she said in a soft voice. “I won’t let you down.”

  My chest puffed out.

  “Of course you won’t,” I ground out. “You couldn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.”