The Fertile Babysitter Bundle (BWWM Interracial Romance Collection)

by Yvonne Tyler

  I worked the water over my bare pussy, having to stifle a squeal. I closed my eyes, and let my imagination go wild. I saw Jack with his hands on my bare skin, telling me I was beautiful.

  I couldn't stifle a moan. He wouldn't hear me anyway. His alarm clock wouldn't go off for another thirty minutes.

  “Sasha...” he whispered in my head. I moaned his name, imagining running my hand along the length of his cock, making him gasp.

  “Sasha...” My eyes flew open. His voice wasn't coming from inside my head. There he was, standing right outside the shower, watching me masturbate.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed and dropped the shower head. I had never been more embarrassed than I was in that moment. I scrunched my eyes shut. I wanted to wash down the drain with the water from my shower.

  “Uh...I'm sorry...” Jack stammered. “I shouldn't have come in. I couldn't sleep and I thought I would get an early start on the day. I didn't realize you were in here until I had already seen...”

  “It's my fault. I should have locked the door.” If it was possible to die of embarrassment, I would have dropped right then and there. I opened my eyes to see that he had already left.

  Breakfast was an awkward affair. Marcus was as chatty as usual, but the tension between Jack and I was so thick you could cut it with a knife. We didn't even speak until breakfast was almost over.

  “Can you please walk Marcus across the street to Susan's? He has a play date with Sam.”

  “Sure.” It was Saturday, so technically I had the day off. I certainly didn't mind helping, though. A little fresh air might relieve some of the awkwardness.

  “Then I want you to meet me in my office.” Uh oh. Was he going to fire me? I was already starting to panic. I had absolutely nowhere else to go. As if being caught masturbating by my boss wasn't bad enough, I was going to lose my job over it, too.

  * * * * *

  It kind of felt like I was walking into the lion's den when I walked into his office. My heart was pounding in my chest and my skin felt clammy. I hoped he would at least let me say goodbye to Marcus before I left.

  “I'm really sorry, Mr. Dawson,” I stammered. He got up from his chair behind the desk and walked over to me. “I know you must think I'm some kind of sicko...”

  My voice was silenced when he brought his mouth down on mine. I was startled, but I didn't try to push him away. I moaned softly into his mouth. His tongue met mine, dancing against each other. His hand trailed down to my breast, my nipples hardening into tight little peaks under his touch. I arched my back and pressed my breast against his hand, aching for more. Desire flooded me and it made it hard to breathe. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, his erect cock pressing against me. I grind against him, savoring the feel of his desire so close to my own. My panties are getting wetter by the second. I'm desperate to feel his bare skin against my own.

  Even though it felt strange to have crossed this line with him, my body was desperate for more.

  “Please,” I whispered against his lips.

  He hiked my skirt up and slid his hands between my legs. He caressed my pussy lips through the lace of my panties as he ground against me, his erection so large that it threatens to break free of his pants. I'm aching to touch him. I unbuckled his belt and pull his zipper down, freeing his cock from its confines. I stroke the length of him, his skin hot against the palm of my hand. It feels like steel wrapped in velvet. He moaned and pushed my panties aside, his fingers running along my wet slit. He slipped one a finger into my tight entrance. I writhed against his hand, his palm pressing against my clit in a way that felt so damn good I wanted to scream. He made me walk backward, his finger still inside of me, until the edge of the desk bites into the flesh just below my ass. He slipped another finger inside my eager channel and his thumb made little circles around my throbbing clit. His skilled fingers expertly massaged my inner walls, bringing me closer and closer to the brink.

  “Fuck, Jack...” I gasp. His fingers are making me lose my mind. I was so close...

  He pulled his hand away and I whimper at the feeling of emptiness.

  “Not yet, Sasha. I want to taste you first.”

  In one swift movement he flipped up my skirt and sets my ass down on the cool wood of the desk. His eyes raked over my flushed and panting body, and he looked hungry. He got down on his knees and settled his head between my thighs, his breath hot against my shaven pussy.

  I tried to squeeze my legs shut, suddenly aware of just how wrong this would look. He pushes my legs apart again, teasing my entrance with the tips of his fingers.

  “You know you want this,” he said as he thrust his fingers back inside of me.

  He brought his mouth down against my pussy and I threw my head back in surrender. He was right. I did want this. I wanted his mouth on mine, claiming me. I wanted his hands on my body, touching me everywhere. But in that moment, what I wanted most of all was his cock sliding into my willing pussy.

  His tongue flicked against my clit as he finger-fucked me, bringing me so close to the edge that I could barely stand it. I bucked my pussy against his face, desperate for release. He sucked his clit into his mouth, and that sent jolts of electricity through my body and set off an orgasm so intense that I saw stars.

  “Fuck!” I cried as I came on his fingers and tongue, my body clenching down on his fingers in wave after wave of pleasure. He grabbed my thighs and held me still as his mouth continued his assault on my pussy. The stimulation was almost too much, and I tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

  “Where do you think you're going?” He laughed. “I'm not done with you yet.”

  He stood up and grabbed my wrists, pulling me to my feet. He kissed me again, the taste of my juices still lingering on his lips. Then he spun my around and pulled my ass against him, pressing his cock against me. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass onto him while he put the other hand at the front of my neck. He pulled my head back so that my ear was right against his lips.

  “Do you feel that?” He whispered as he ground his cock against me. “Do you feel what you do to me? How much you make me want you?”

  I nodded.

  “I've been fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck you for years...and now I'm about to find out.”

  He turned me around and bent me over the desk. He slid my skirt up until it was bunched up around my waist, my ass bared to the cool air. He caressed the flesh of my ass, cupping my cheeks.

  “Your ass is every bit as perfect as I thought it would be.” His voice was low, gravelly...full of lust. He hooked his finger underneath the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them down far enough that were was no longer a barrier between his flesh and mine. He languidly slid the tip of his cock up and down between my folds, coating his head with my juices and driving me wild in the process. The aching between my legs was too insistent to ignore, and I knew that the only way to make it stop was to have him fill me completely. I pressed my hips back against him, begging him with my body.

  “Spread your legs.” He commanded. I did as I was told, the anticipation of what was coming next was almost too much to bear.

  He pressed the head of his cock against my tight entrance. He pushed inside of me slowly, my flesh stretching to accommodate him.

  “Oh my god...” I moaned.

  He gripped my hips, forcing me to hold still, as he impaled me with his cock. He filled so completely, so fully, that it was as if my pussy was made just for his cock. He thrust inside of my slowly, and I let out a groan under my breath. His hand slid up the hem of my shirt and up to my breast, lifting up the material of my bra and cupping my breast in his palm.

  “Do you ever touch yourself?” he asked while he pinched my nipple between his fingers.

  I nodded, embarrassed at the admission even though he already knew the answer to that question.

  “Touch yourself now.” He ordered.

  I did as he said, rubbing my clit with my fingers as he pumped inside of me.

 
“Were you thinking about me when you were touching yourself?”

  “Yes.” I gasped.

  “Were you thinking about my cock stretching your tight little pussy?”

  “Yes.” I moaned, and he gripped my hips so tight I'm afraid that he's going to leave a mark.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it, forcing me to arch my back.

  “And were you thinking about me coming inside of you, filling you up?”

  “God, yes.” I groaned. My fingers moved frantically between my thighs and my pussy tightened around his cock.

  “Say it.” He barked. “I want to hear you say that you want me to fill you up with my cum.”

  “Oh, god.” I gasped. I'm only moments away from exploding around him. “I want you to fill me up with your cum!” I moaned softly.

  He tugged my hair harder. “Louder,” he growled.

  “I want you to fill me up with your cum!” I cried.

  “Oh, fuck!” He cried as he slammed into me, my pussy so drenched that my body offers no resistance to his forceful fucking.

  His cock pulsed deep inside of me and he growled as he came, splashing his seed against my inner walls. I followed him over the edge and my pussy clenched down on him, milking his cock as the excruciating pleasure washed over my body.

  He rode our orgasms together, panting and still. He let go of my hair and loosened his grip on my hip, but we stayed in the same position for what felt like forever. He finally slid out of me and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants and fastening them. I can't think straight and my legs feel like jelly. I don't trust my ability to stand anymore.

  “That is a lovely view,” he said, admiring my ass that is still on display. “I should have you on the desk again soon.”

  He gently pulled my panties up and helped me stand. I smoothed my skirt down and tried to process all that had happened this morning.

  “Um...can we talk about this?” I asked.

  “The short answer is that I've been wanting you for a long time. You're a beautiful woman, Sasha. You're smart. You're funny. And my son absolutely adores you.”

  “I love him, too.” I answered.

  “That's clear to me. For a while I've been thinking that Marcus should have a sibling, and I think you're the perfect woman to give him that.”

  “Whoa. You have never given me any indication of this at all, and after you fuck me you tell me that you want to knock me up?”

  He winced. “This isn't the way I was planning to tell you. But after I saw you in the shower this morning and I knew that you wanted me too, I couldn't wait to have you. I apologize for my lack of tact.”

  “How long have you been thinking about this?”

  “A long time,” he admitted. “I'm more than willing to pay you to be a surrogate for me. After the baby is born, you can leave and never talk to us again. Although I was hoping that you'd stay. I've developed feelings for you, Sasha. Feelings that I haven't had in a long while...”

  “I'll do it.” I answered. The truth was that I loved it here, in this house, with Jack and Marcus. I loved feeling like I was part of their family. And I wanted to help that family grow.

  * * * * *

  It only took a couple of months of trying before the pregnancy test came back positive. Jack and I waited a while to tell Marcus, but he was so excited to have a little brother or sister soon. Every day he would put his hand on my expanding belly and talk to the baby.

  Jack and I had a solid relationship that seemed to get better every day. We were going to get married after the baby was born. We decided that we were going to move to Asheville so that I could go to school and get my degree.

  I had a loving partner, an amazing stepson, and a baby on the way. I felt like I was the luckiest woman in the world.

  And it all started because someone lent me his jacket.

  # # # # #

  The Babysitter Comes Back

  I turned my radio up as loud as I could stand it and sang along with every song that I knew as I watched the highway unroll in front of me. There, in my car all by myself, I was the happiest that I had been in a long time. There were two main reasons for that. One, it was my Christmas break from school and I was looking forward to not having to worry about assignments, tests, and essays for the next four weeks. Two, I was going to get to see the Mr. Hanson again for the first time in months.

  I had been babysitting for the Hansons since I was fifteen. Jim was only a year old when I starting watching him. He was a delightful little boy, and I loved being there to watch him grow. He had started preschool at the same time that I moved away and started college. We were both so excited for such big changes in our lives – for something new and different.

  I didn't realized just how big of a change moving away and going to college was going to be. It was hard not having anyone around that I could rely on the way I had relied on my parents for my whole life. Don't get me wrong - I loved college. It was nice to move away from the small hometown where I had lived all my life, a place where everyone knew everyone else as well as their entire life story. It seemed like everyone knew every little bad thing that someone had ever done.

  Not that I had ever done much, but it didn't keep people from talking.

  The only boyfriend I had ever had was during my sophomore year in high school. It only lasted for a few months before I broke up with him. I was starting to get the feeling that he didn't really respect me, and I was having none of that. After I dumped him, he started spreading nasty rumors about all the filthy things I had let him do to me to keep him around when he threatened to break up with me. In reality, the most we had ever done was a hasty makeout session behind the school while I was waiting for my mom to pick me up after band practice, and that was before I figured out what a loser he was.

  Still, those rumors spread like wildfire. I was previously known as one of the good girls. One of the girls who always completed her work on time, who actually read the books the English teacher assigned when the rest of the class would just read the Cliff's Notes version, who never stayed out a minute past curfew, and who would absolutely never put out. When he told people that I was really a kinky freak, people seemed to take some sick sort of pleasure in spreading those rumors. He was one of the most popular boys in school, and I doubted that he would have much trouble finding quite a few girls who would be willing to do the things with him that he said I had done. So why would he lie about it?, most people seemed to think. As if I was desperate to hold onto that boy by any means necessary and trade in my dignity in the process.

  Being in such a small town, those rumors eventually made their way to my parents. That was not a pleasant conversation, to say the least. In the end, though, they believed me instead of the lies and didn't ground me until graduation. The whole ordeal was enough to turn me off of the whole dating thing for a while. The way that some people still snickered when I walked down our crowded high school halls was enough to turn me off that whole town for a while. I kept my head held high, despite desperately wishing that I could leave and have a fresh start somewhere far away.

  Since determination was one of my strong points, that's exactly what I did.

  At first I was all caught up in the hustle and blur of getting settled in. I was so excited and happy that I felt like I might completely disintegrate. My parents and I had loaded up the used car they had bought for me when I turned sixteen, as well as their own car, and mom rode with me while we made the journey to my new home in the dorm.

  After they had helped me unload the carefully packed boxes, we hugged and said our somewhat tearful goodbyes. I was an only child, and while I knew that they were exceedingly proud of me, I also knew that they were sad to see their little bird grow up and leave the nest. I walked them down to their car and watched as they drove away, simultaneously so excited that I felt like I might explode and saddened to know that I wouldn't see them again until Thanksgiving.

  I was taking a full course load of classes, and my
parents insisted that I not take even a part-time job. The money wasn't really a huge issue since I had gotten a full scholarship and my parents weren't wealthy by any means, but they had a comfortable lifestyle. My main priority, they said, was to make sure that I kept my grades up. That should be my only focus at this time in my life.

  Being the good girl that I am, I listened.

  I was enrolled in all the honors courses that I could take during my first semester, and the workload was far more than I thought it would be. Studying and trying to keep up with all of the assignments pretty much took up all of my time that I wasn't sleeping, eating, or in class. I didn't have time to get into any trouble, even if I had wanted to.