A Baby For The Billionaire

by Nikki Wild

  I felt like Eve being tempted by the serpent in the garden. I felt like Lilith and Jezebel and every other sinful woman who’d ever existed before me. I was probably going to hell for this, but I couldn’t deny that deep, yearning desire any longer. This would all work out. I knew it would. I’d see to that, one way or another.

  But tonight wouldn’t be about thinking and planning. Tonight was about letting myself have the forbidden fruit I’d been lusting after for far too long. I was finally going to let myself have a taste.

  “Tell me I can trust you, Kennith,” I said weakly, my eyes fluttering closed. “Tell me that this will all happen the way you say it will.”

  “You can trust me,” he answered, already beginning to gently pull apart the neckline of my robe. I felt the silken fabric slip across my nipples, and they pebbled in response. “I’ll take care of everything, Danielle. I promise.”

  “Then take care of me,” I told him just as the cool air of my apartment washed over my breasts.

  Kennith grinned against my cheek. “What are big brothers for?” he asked.

  I gasped when his palm made contact with my full, ripe breast. He squeezed it gently, brushing his thumb over my nipple and making me hiss before he kneaded it a bit more roughly. His other hand followed suit, and as my robe slid down my shoulders I raised my face to his, searching for his mouth. With my heart in my throat I kissed him, feeling my pulse radiate through my lips and into his as he plundered between them with his tongue.

  My robe fell to the floor, pooling around my feet as my stepbrother pulled my naked form against his body. I felt his hardness press against me as one of his hands slipped down to my ass, forcing me to rub against him. He was throbbing already, his cock pulsing and lurching at the thought of taking me. That was what billionaires like my stepbrother did—they took things. Even people.

  Even their own stepsisters.

  I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as Kennith picked me up under my ass and carried me toward my bedroom. He kicked open the door and threw me onto my back, and I bounced against the mattress, scrabbling at his skin to draw him toward me once again. He obliged me, hovering above as I dug my nails in, unsatisfied with his distance. I didn’t want feet or inches or even centimeters separating us. I wanted him against me again, to feel the weight of his body smothering my own. I wanted to feel his consumption of me until we were one, until there was no longer anything to separate us. I was panting against his mouth, letting our breath mingle as I gave in to my most base desires.

  A baby. My stepbrother’s baby. It was so wrong, but it felt so right, and there was no stopping us now.

  I sat up as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his bulging pecs and rippling abs and the bronzed skin of a god. I tore at his pants, forcing them around his ankles along with his boxer briefs so I could salivate at the sight of his rigid dick. It was fat and long, so wide at the root I was sure deepthroating him would be impossible. But I also knew he would make me, and shivering in anticipation, I leaned forward to suck his tip right into my mouth.

  I was right. As soon as I’d taken him in, Kennith curled his hand in my hair and used it to piston me up and down his shaft. I opened as wide as I could while keeping my teeth covered with my lips, my eyes watering as his dickhead inched closer and closer to the back of my throat. I held onto his hips, pressing my thumbs hard enough that I knew I would leave bruises. I heard Kennith grunt above me.

  “That’s it, sis. Help me work up a nice, big load for you…”

  I shuddered, imagining what it would feel like to have this thick cock inside of me, to feel it spurting into my womb. I sucked as hard as I could, my cheeks hollowing with the effort until I felt my stepbrother’s balls tighten and his cries became more desperate, strangled.

  He sank into my throat as far as he could, ramming his dick so far down I gagged. Then he held me there, my face turning red and my vision swimming until he pulled himself free with a loud pop!

  “Let’s put this where it belongs,” he murmured, a shimmery dollop of precum budding at his tip. His dick was so swollen I was sure he would burst right then and there, but he gripped his base hard, forcing himself to hold back until he’d given me what he’d promised.

  Then he grabbed my legs, sliding me to the edge of the bed so that my ass was pressed against his hips. He put a pillow under me, and I moaned as he let his tip trail up and down my cleft, slathering it in my plentiful juices before tapping his dickhead against my opening.

  “Tell me you want it,” he commanded me, wiping his precum on my sore and buzzing clit. “Tell me you want your stepbrother’s sperm.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. Chase had never spoken to me this way. No man had. It should have offended me, but instead I found myself thrilled. In all the best ways, being with Kennith made me feel like a slut. I supposed it was only fitting that I play the part.

  “Please,” I whispered, toying with my tits. I flicked my nipples with my thumbs and moaned, rolling my body toward his. “Please, Kennith. I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you cum in my tight, wet pussy…”

  “My sister’s tight, wet pussy,” he corrected me, and I moaned again. He was pumping his tip in and out now, teasing me, allowing only a glimpse of the pleasure that was to come. I leaned my head back, biting my lower lip and squirming for more. “That’s what I’m going to fuck. That’s where I’m going to cum. Right in my baby sister.”

  “Yes,” I rasped, losing myself to the dirty desires clouding my mind. “Get your sister pregnant, Kennith. Fuck me, big brother!”

  I lost my voice as Kennith finally crashed into me, burying his cock up to the hilt deep inside my waiting chasm. I held my breath, surrendering to the intensity, letting every nerve spark to life just before I shrieked. Kennith was so big, so thick—nothing like how my ex-husband had been. My head reeled as he plunged in again, his shaft ready to burst at the seams as he let out a long, low groan.

  “Fuck, Danielle.”

  I raised my legs up over his shoulders, whimpering as he pressed my knees to my chest and held himself over me, ramming my poor cunt with merciless precision. I wailed and brayed, making all kinds of sounds I’d never made before, each one dug from the depths of my soul as my stepbrother pounded my pussy.

  It had been so long since I’d had a man, and even longer since one had fucked me quite like this. Hell, if I was being honest, no one had ever fucked me the way my stepbrother was right now.

  I reached down between my thighs and eagerly rubbed my clit as he pummeled me, reveling in the roughness, the carelessness of it all. Kennith’s face was twisted in pleasure, and I could tell that at that moment he wasn’t even thinking about me. He was thinking about his impending orgasm, about the weight of the cum in his balls, about how he was going to fill up his stepsister and put a baby in my belly. That thought brought me even closer to orgasm and I rubbed myself furiously, tempting that blissful wave to crash over me before Kennith was spent.

  “Shit,” he grunted, and I could hear the tension in his voice. “Oh, fuck, Danielle. This is it. I’m gonna shoot.”

  “God, yes!” I whined, my walls beginning to pulse just as much as his cock was. “Cum inside me, big brother. Please. Put a baby in your little sister’s belly.”

  Kennith reached down, placing one hand flat on my lower stomach. He rocked into me a few more times, then let out a tight, restrained cry as he began to unload inside of me, filling me up in the way I’d always wanted, always dreamed of.

  I closed my eyes and finally let the ecstasy take over me. I came with him, my body expanding until I burst like confetti all over the bed, the magnitude of my pleasure shattering me all the way to my core. I was in a billion tiny pieces, completely wrecked by my stepbrother’s cock, and it wasn’t until he finished spilling into me that I was able to float back down.

  He collapsed beside me on the bed, but I stayed lying on the pillow, elevating my hips so that all his sperm rushed right w
here it belonged. I would stay like this all night if I had to. I would do whatever it took to make sure our fucking took. With any luck, I’d soon be having my stepbrother’s baby.

  Ten months later, that was exactly what happened.

  I gave birth to a handsome baby boy that Kennith and I named Riley. He had his father’s dark hair and my light eyes, and I’d never been so in love as I was the moment I saw his angelic face.

  We told our parents that Kennith had secretly been helping me with in vitro therapy, and that Riley was the result of a completely non-incestuous relationship meant to keep the money in the family. At first both my mother and stepfather were mortified, but eventually, Malcolm Blackwell began to see the sense in letting as few outsiders touch the family fortune as possible.

  That plan backfired on him, though, because in the ten months I’d carried Kennith’s child, I’d gotten him to see reason. Just like I’d planned, from the moment he saw Riley’s ultrasound, he became something of an overprotective papa bear, and suddenly those sweatshop deaths touched a nerve in him in a way they never did before. That was when I let him in on my scheme to change what the Blackwell name stood for, and he’d agreed, as long as he had a hand in engineering his father’s downfall.

  When I broke the story, Riley was six months old. Thankfully, he hardly knew who his grandfather was when he was indicted on a multitude of charges. By that time, however, Kennith had ensured that he was listed as the executor of his father’s estate and business, and he was able to take over Blackwell & Son without much griping from the board of directors.

  What was even better was that he wouldn’t even have to change the name of the company. Now Kennith had a son of his own, and soon he’d have a business he could be proud to pass down to him someday. In the meantime, we’d build a new reputation together and Riley would benefit from all the opportunities I’d dreamed about.

  Maybe my mother was a little sad over her husband’s imprisonment at first, but it didn’t take too long for her to get distracted by the bouncing baby boy I thrust into her arms whenever possible. Her love for Riley soon gave her a new purpose, and she spent as much time with him as she could, finally seeing the merits of the changes the Blackwell family was going through.

  As for me, I saw a whole different set of merits. Mostly, I saw the merits of biding my time, of waiting until the moment was right, and even of fucking my stepbrother. Without him, I never would have had the son I always wanted. I never would have been the mother I deserved to be. And I could honestly say that Kennith was a much better father than Malcolm Blackwell had ever been.

  The only trouble was that Kennith and I very much wanted another little one to add to our growing family. That might be a little tough to explain, but I knew we’d find a way. Between the two of us, we could do damn near anything. For the new Blackwell family, nothing was impossible.

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  I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.

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  21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against the man of the house, a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so.

  But Carter, the man of the house, would never go for something like that. Not unless he was getting something really, really good out of the deal.

  So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body hard and without protection, and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him.

  And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?

  WARNING: This story contains a naughty 21-year-old virgin being seduced by her infuriatingly sexy and wealthy stepfather.

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  STEP BILLIONAIRE

  “You can’t keep doing this!”

  Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to.

  Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood.

  Tired of those fuckin’ skanks, she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels. I needed to send a message…

  But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail.

  Again.

  Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as us
ual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents.

  She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twenty-one years old, it was beginning to get a little old.

  She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family man,” even if Kayla wasn’t technically “his” family.