The Billionaire's Wicked Virgin: A Naughty Single Father Novel

by Blythe Reid

  “You,” I told him brazenly, not afraid of the desire that I felt for him.

  I’d been a bit shy in the beginning, but now I loved the way that he treated my body. He eased up some with the pregnancy, but I asked for it rough. I loved fucking him, but today I just needed him inside of me.

  I walked forward and slipped my arms around his neck to kiss him. Our lips molded together as he drew me closer to him, pressing my full breasts into his chest. Trace groaned. He loved how much I’d grown and spent a lot of time with the girls, since they were so sensitive.

  Our tongues met in a heated dance as he cupped my ass and squeezed, making me whimper against him.

  “I want you so bad,” I murmured against his lips as he claimed mine again.

  Trace led me to the small bedroom and ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscles and amazing abs. I licked my lips. I slipped off the maternity leggings as he dropped back onto the bed, kicking off his jeans and resting his hands under his head. Trace loved nothing more than my body on top of his, swollen with his baby. He loved fondling my breasts as I rode him, grinding my clit against his cock to make myself come hard, just the way I liked it.

  I smiled as I pulled the loose tunic over my head and watched his cock harden fully. He shook his hips for me. Unclipping my bra, I moved onto the bed and moved slowly to take his shaft into my mouth, sucking gently as his hand slipped into my hair.

  It was an interesting balance with my being so huge, but I did the same thing on my knees a lot. It had been eight months since I joined him, but our attraction had only grown in that time, blooming into a full-blown heat.

  I was so in love with him, and I saw his feelings in his eyes every time that Trace looked at me. He was my dominant master, as well as my loving, sweet husband, and I loved every part of him.

  I sucked him until he was hard and swollen in my mouth before I carefully moved myself to straddle him. I held his cock in my hand before sinking down over him, feeling him spread me open.

  His hands cupped my breasts as I moved back and forth over him, needing the feel of him against my clit. One of Trace’s hands trailed down to my hip, stroking me tenderly as I looked down at him with a soft smile.

  There were times when we fucked hard, but there were others when we were soft and tender. I knew that I had trouble moving too much now, but Trace always loved me riding him. He always had.

  I moved slow and steady over him, staring at his gorgeous body as I pressed my hands to his chest. I scraped my nails against his flat nipples, hearing him moan as he arched his cock into me. It felt so good, and I rocked with him as he guided me with his hands on my hips.

  “I love you, Embry.” His voice was soft as he thrust up into me, and I bit my lip. “I love every part of you.”

  “I love you,” I moaned as I felt the deep ache in my stomach start to loosen. I was close, and I moved slowly with him as I let out a low moan. “I’m so close, Trace. God, I love it when you’re inside of me.”

  “I am going to come, baby. Let go with me.”

  He thrust up inside of me, and I screamed his name. He jerked one more time before I felt him filling me, my name on his lips as I dropped over him.

  Trace turned me to my side, urging me to roll over with my back to him. Ever since I started showing with Talia, he loved to spoon with me and stroke my stomach. He’d talk to her, telling her stories, or just saying how much he already loved her. I fell asleep many nights that way, safe and warm in his arms. His hands stroked my stretched-out skin softly, making my eyes close as I smiled.

  Three days later, I was in the hospital with Trace at my side. The nurse was beside me, telling me to push, push, push. I held his hand tightly and pressed my lips together. This had been painful earlier, but since I got the epidural, I found it to be a lot easier to handle. I memorized every moment and every bit of pressure as Trace told me what was happening. He never left my side, but he’d lean over to look from time to time.

  The first time we looked into Talia’s face, I started sobbing and he stroked my hair back. She was small and so beautiful with her head of dark hair and heart-shaped mouth.

  Once she was cleaned up, we had a nurse take pictures of the three of us. I sent them to everyone in my life, sharing my joy as Trace held her beside me. I knew that he wanted to bond, but soon he was passing her over to me so I could hold her against my chest and feel how warm she was.

  “We did it,” I told him softly as he kissed my hair and then Talia’s tiny head. “We made this.”

  “I’m ready to make more anytime you are,” Trace offered, making me laugh as Talia stirred against me. He settled in the chair, stroking her soft hair gently as he watched us, love shining in his eyes.

  One month after that, we were stepping from a plane with a tiny bundle of pink in my arms as Trace carried her car seat. We brought everything that we needed right way, and what wasn’t here had been purchased.

  I smiled as Harper waved at me from the bottom of the stairs at the airport in San Diego, careful to step on the escalator. Ben was there as well, with Trace’s mom, who hugged me and welcomed me to the family before kissing Trace’s cheek.

  I watched as Ben held his sister, a look of awe on his face. He was going to love her like her daddy did, and I wrapped an arm around Trace’s waist before I kissed him.

  Everything was perfect as we made our way to the cars to go home. My home, and the place where I was going to have a family and a new life.

  The End

  Author Note: I have a twist on an old classic below if you’re at all interested in reading a little more! Enjoy!

  The Biker’s Dirty Virgin

  She needs a job, and I need help, but fuck me… She’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.

  And she’s untapped. Untouched. Prime for the picking.

  I know she wants to test her limits with me. I can feel the lustful energy every time she comes near. She’s a dirty girl. Just like I like them.

  How a sexy minx like her hasn’t been drowned in some aggressive male’s need for carnality is beyond me, but a blessing, cause I’m going in. Deep.

  My life is simple. Straightforward.

  My bike shop and MC is everything to me, but my two little boys come first.

  They need a momma in their lives, and I need a good woman in my bed.

  But relationships are messy as fuck.

  I’m good until I get to know her. Then I want forever.

  Hopefully she’s willing to give it up. Cause she’s mine for the taking.

  She’s my dirty little virgin, and she loves the way I clean her up only to get her dirty again.

  1

  Spencer

  The bar was packed full of hot chicks, all of them looking to get fucked. A girl didn’t come out to a biker bar like this one unless she was on the prowl. I knew exactly what they wanted, and I wanted it, too. One of these girls was going to get the fuck of a lifetime. I just hadn’t decided which one yet.

  I sat at the table with my friends, and I looked over the prospects for the night. I’d seen a lot of them before. Hell, I’d fucked a lot of them before. But I wasn’t the kind of guy who went back for seconds. Once I’d had a chick, I was done with her, and I moved onto the next one. Life was too short to fuck the same pussy twice.

  I spotted a blonde, curvy girl that was standing over by the bar. She’d been hanging around the motorcycle club for a while. I assumed she was trying to be somebody’s old lady. I wasn’t after that, at all, but she looked fucking juicy, and I was horny. She might be the one. For tonight, at least.

  “What’s the deal with that Tiffany girl?” I asked Dustin. He was my right-hand man and best friend.

  “I think she used to be a stripper or something,” he said.

  I nodded. “Perfect.”

  I got up from the table and made my way over to her. She was talking to somebody else, but when she saw me, she immediately turned her attention right toward me. It wasn’t a surprise. As President o
f the club, I was the big swinging dick around here, and all these girls wanted me.

  It was one of the reasons I couldn’t get into the chicks who hung around our motorcycle club. They were too submissive. If I told them to bark like a dog, they would do it. Sure, it made things easy when I wanted to get my dick wet, but that was all these girls were good for. I needed a chick with some fucking fire in her, and these girls didn’t have it.

  It was part of the reason why I hadn’t dated in such a long time. The other reason was my bitch of an ex-wife, but I wasn’t about to think about her bullshit right now. My cock had its sights set on Tiffany, the ex-stripper. I wanted to see how well she could work my pole.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I said to her. “How are you doing tonight?”

  She smiled and began to twirl a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

  “Hi,” she said in a fake-sexy voice, one that I assumed she thought I would like. The truth was, I hated when girls talked like that. But I didn’t need to respect this chick. In fact, the less respect for her, the better.

  “I want you,” I said to her.

  Her eyes lit up, and she held out her hand. I grabbed it and led her away from the bar. That was all it fucking took with girls like this. Three little words and they’d follow me wherever I went. It was perfect for someone like me.

  We went into the bathroom, and I pushed her roughly against the grimy wall. She gasped at the violent move, but her eyes told me she was into it. Of course, she was. I was a big, bad biker. These chicks didn’t come to me looking for a polite fuck and a cuddle afterward. They wanted it rough and dirty, and that was just how I liked it.

  I grabbed her face and slammed my mouth to hers. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and we began encircling our tongues. My hands moved to her tits, and I gave them a squeeze. Then, I pulled back and looked at her.

  “You’re pretty hot,” I said.

  Her eyes flashed with excitement. I yanked her shirt up and pulled her bra down, exposing her firm, creamy tits. I began to suck on her nipple.

  She moaned. “I’ve always wanted to get with you.”

  No shit. The girl had been hanging around the whole time, waiting for me. They usually did. My cock loved it. The rest of me didn’t give a shit.

  I smiled at her and slid my hand under her tiny skirt. It barely covered anything, like it was designed for a situation exactly like this. To give a man easy access for a quick fuck. I was a fan.

  My hand found her pussy, and I began to rub it through her soaked panties.

  “Someone’s already wet,” I whispered to her.

  She bit her lip and smiled. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while.”

  “Well, why didn’t you just say something?”

  I put my mouth back on hers. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just wanted to get inside of her and fuck her until I came.

  I moved the lace of her panties to the side and found her hard, throbbing clit. This bitch was good to go, and I’d barely even done anything. I moved my fingers down and slid them deep inside of her, penetrating her easily because of how fucking wet she was. She let out a loud moan, and her head leaned back against the wall.

  She could be as loud as she wanted. We were at a bar full of bikers. I wasn’t worried about them hearing us having sex. It wouldn’t be the first time they heard me, and it wouldn’t be the last.

  I slipped my fingers out of her and pulled her panties down. I stepped back and admired her bare pussy, shimmering with wetness. She took advantage of the moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It was thick and hard for her. She dropped to her knees and gripped my cock in her fist. Her delicate hand stroked along my length, and I groaned at the feeling. This wasn’t her first rodeo.

  She opened her mouth and wrapped her red lips around the tip. Her tongue swirled around me head, running over the ridges of me. Then she began to move her head back and forth, sucking my cock like a champ.

  She looked up at me as she did it, and it was hot as fuck. I loved when girls made eye contact with me while they sucked my cock. It was a hell of a show.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned and placed a hand on the back of her head.

  I guided her mouth farther down on my cock. She took me all the way into her throat and didn’t even make a sound. Fuck, it was hot. I started thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat. It felt so fucking good, but I knew I would come quickly if I kept choking her with my dick. I’d just had a blow job the night before, and tonight, I wanted to feel a pussy.

  I grabbed her hair in my fist and yanked her off my cock roughly. She looked up at me. Her lipstick was smeared, and her mascara ran in dark streaks down her cheeks. It was a good fucking look for her. It made my cock even harder.

  “Stand up, and bend over,” I commanded, letting go of her hair.

  Without a word, she stood up and bent over. She planted her hands on the tiled wall and shoved her ass out toward me. I didn’t bother undressing her anymore. I didn’t need to. I just flipped her skirt up onto her back, giving me a full view of her luscious ass. I was pretty sure I could see her juices running down her thighs. Fuck, this chick was dirty.

  Unable to hold back anymore, I grabbed my hard cock and lined it up with her sexy little pussy. Then I shoved my cock deep inside her tight little hole.

  She let out a quivering moan, and I felt her body tremble as I filled her up.

  “Holy fuck,” I growled.

  She was so tight and wet, and her pussy gripped my cock like a fist. It was everything I loved about fucking women.

  She was holding onto the wall, and I grabbed onto her hips. I begin to thrust my cock in and out of her, harder and faster. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, and I could smell the musky scent of her arousal in my nostrils. It was an amazing combination.

  She was loud, but I liked it loud. I gripped her hips harder, and I pounded my cock into her, as deep as I could go. She was tight, and her pussy squeezed around my cock.

  I was deep inside of her and loving every single second of it. It was pure pleasure. I could feel myself getting close to coming, and I sped up my thrusts. I saw her place her hand on her clit and rub it. I was glad that she was gonna try to make herself come because I wasn’t going to waste the time. I was fucking her to get myself off. I needed the release.

  I slapped her ass as I continued to plow into her. She moaned louder every time I spanked her.

  “You like that?” I asked her, and I slapped her ass one more time.

  She moaned in response. I felt her pussy clench around my cock, and her whole body tensed up. Her hot juices flowed around my cock as she came.

  I started moving faster and harder. After just a couple more thrusts, I felt overwhelming pleasure run through my body. My cock exploded inside of her, and I filled up her tight pussy with my come.

  When my orgasm finished, I pulled out of her and used a paper towel to wipe my cock off. I pulled up my pants, took one last look at my come dribbling down her thighs, and then I left the bathroom without another word.

  2

  Alissa

  I didn’t want to be here, but it was a last resort for me. I wasn’t too big on the whole biker scene, but I really needed a job. I had just recently moved, and my apartment was within walking distance of this motorcycle parts store. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what went on here, but I knew it was owned and operated by a local motorcycle club. I was here to turn in a job application.

  “Here, I’ll take that for you,” the girl behind the counter said.

  She looked to be about my age. She had black hair and bright green eyes. Her skin was absolutely flawless. The girl was gorgeous.

  I handed her the application. “Thank you.”

  “We desperately need some help,” she said with a laugh.

  “That’s what I’m here for,” I said.

  She laughed again, even though I hadn’t expected her to do so. My statement wasn’t really funny. But th
ere was something about her that was drawing me in. Something about her easy laughter made her feel like she was a long-lost friend. I felt comfortable around her.

  “I’m Isobel,” she said, extending her hand to me.

  I shook it. “Alissa.”

  “What brings you in here?” she asked.

  “Well, I just moved, like right across the street,” I said, pointing in the direction of my apartment.

  “Oh, that’s awesome,” she said. “If you’re that close, you’ll definitely work out.”

  Just then, a couple of burly bikers walked in. They wore leather vests with patches all over them. I wasn’t sure who they were or what their positions were in the club. I didn’t know anything about that. All I knew was that the one with the dark eyes and long dark hair was smoking hot.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hi,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. It was a weird sensation. I looked at the vest he was wearing, and there was a small patch over his heart that said “President.” I was talking to the club president. I hadn’t expected that.

  “Alissa here is looking for a job,” Isobel said. “Here’s her application.”

  She handed it to the club president. He took it, but he didn’t even look at it. He just looked at me.

  “You want a job here?” he asked. Then he held out his hand. “I’m Spencer.”

  “Alissa,” I said and shook his hand. It was huge, engulfing mine, but when his warm skin met mine, I felt an electric shock shudder through me. I desperately hoped he hadn’t noticed my reaction.

  “I’m Dustin,” the other guy said, holding his hand out for me. I let go of Spencer’s hand and shook Dustin’s hand.

  “Are you new around here?” Spencer asked.

  I nodded my head. “Yes, I am. I just moved here about a week ago.”