#BABYMACHINE: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Mewling once more, I threw my head back and went for it again. With slow twisting motions, I screwed myself down, letting my ass spread, the penetration so good. Oh god, oh god! I was literally fucking my butt onto a hard cock, making myself eat man meat in the best way possible.

  “Oh!” came my helpless scream again, that hot shaft so deep. “Oh oh oh!”

  And finally, it was in all the way. Mason was balls to the wall in my tight anal chamber, rectum seizing and spasming around his thickness.

  “Fuck,” Mason panted into my ear, big hands gripping hard at my waist. “Fuck you’re so fucking dirty. This asshole is so fucking dirty.”

  And I mewled in assent, head tilting back to drop on his shoulder.

  “Yes Daddy,” came my breathy cry. “Yes, fuck my butt now, do it, do it.”

  And the billionaire never lets me down. He swept into motion, flat palms encircling my waist, holding me still as that dick withdrew, and then pushed slowly back into my anus.

  “Shit,” was his raspy growl. “Aw shit.”

  And it was so amazing that I went for it. Taking control once more, I sat up and affirmatively pushed my butt down once more on his hardness, swallowing massive cock with my bottom.

  “Yes,” my voice hissed, his penis reaching deep, making my rectal walls shiver. “Yes, like that.”

  Because the billionaire was going at it like a madman then. No more slow screws, no more writhing and twisting. Now it was harsh, relentless pounds, ass cheeks vibrating each time his dong slipped into my secret space.

  “Yes,” I hissed again, eyes closed, leaning back against that hard chest, loving the submission. “Yes.”

  And with that, the explosion came. It was incredible, feeling the alpha’s ownership, his hands all over my breasts, pinching and twisting as that cock owned me from below. Crying out, my body shook with the rush of orgasm.

  “YES!” I screamed then, pussy gushing wildly, anus clamping on that fuckshaft again and again. “YES, YES!”

  The pulsing waves caught Mason in their undertow as well. With a loud roar, the billionaire unleashed, dick jerking and twitching within my walls, giving up that precious baby batter.

  “Fuck!” he bit out. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And it was so good, our closeness, the incredibly dirty aspect of our play. But it’s right too. Because the billionaire and I have worked long and hard to get to this place.

  So yes, we take it a day at a time. It’s not easy. Before, I was a log entry, a name, a date, and nothing more. But by working through our issues, by proving himself to me again and again, the billionaire has earned my trust. And our love today is proof of that, the complete and utter giving, the selflessness totally evident.

  Smiling sweetly, I panted once more, breasts heaving.

  “Mason, have you noticed I’ve put on weight?” came my sassy mewl.

  The big man withdrew, eyes ravenous as that giant pole exited my behind, shiny and thick.

  “Naw sweetheart. And even if you have, it’s all good. I like my ladies round and randy, you know that,” he growled, bending to kiss my sloppy rosebud.

  Oh my god, did he really? There was jism coming out of that anal gape, it was so dirty!

  But I couldn’t be distracted. After a small shriek, my hand reached for his and placed it on my stomach.

  “Well good, because I’m going to be getting really heavy soon. Like fifty pounds heavier. Or even seventy,” I teased. “I’m pregnant, Mason, we’re going to have a baby.”

  The alpha was immobile for a moment, hand resting softly on my abdomen. But he was on his knees in a flash, cheek resting against that softly protruding mound.

  “Are you serious, Beth?” he choked, a myriad of emotions dancing over that handsome face. “Really serious? Because this is amazing sweetheart. I want a little girl who looks just like you.”

  And I threw my head back and laughed then. Because this is the new Mason and me. The two of us together, trusting and loving, waiting to become three. The billionaire on his knees, praying for a daughter whom he’ll spoil like mad. Just a year ago, I would have been shocked and disbelieving at this outcome.

  So tragedy happens, sometimes even at the hand of the man you love most. But Dr. Mableton was right. With time, therapy, and commitment to our better selves, the human spirit can prevail.

  Because maybe I started as a lowly librarian, a lonely girl reading endless romance novels at her desk. But that’s the thing. I’m a librarian, and no book will ever get the better of me. No fuck book. No dirty log book. No Players Club contest. So after walking the gauntlet, I’ve come out the other side, bathed in the billionaire’s love and carrying his child. And my CEO will give me everything now … just like I’ve given him all of myself.

  EXTENDED EPILOGUE

  Beth

  Ten years later …

  Things have changed, and yet some things are still the same. The fire that burns between my husband and me is a raging inferno, and we have the proof to show it.

  Because Mason’s a literal baby machine. Together, we have nine children. Can you believe it? It’s two more than the Von Trapp family in The Sound of Music. But ever since Mason and I broke through the last barrier together, he’s filled me with his seed non-stop, and we have the proof of our love in the form of nine squirming babies.

  “Go to sleep,” I call to Harriet, who’s peeking through the rails of the staircase. “All your siblings are asleep already.”

  My five year-old giggles and shakes her head.

  “No Mommy,” she refuses. “Not tired.”

  “Harriet,” I say with a mock frown. “You had a long day at kindergarten today. It’s eleven p.m., and you need to be well-rested for school again tomorrow. Go to bed.”

  But Harriet’s not having any of it.

  “No Mommy,” she repeats again. “Not tired.”

  This is when Mason swoops in. My husband is a billionaire CEO, and yet he’s also an amazing dad. Most guys can’t handle the burden. It’s either work or family life, not both. But somehow, this charismatic alpha manages to juggle two loads, and he sweeps to the rescue now.

  “Harriet,” he growls, chasing our daughter up the stairs as she shrieks with glee. “Go to bed.”

  With one fell swoop, he scoops up the tiny five year-old in his arms, her peals of laughter drifting down the hall as they disappear into the room she shares with her sister.

  I sigh, content as I listen to Mason and Harriet’s laughs and muted conversation. Because this is the life. Needless to say, I don’t work at the company anymore. I couldn’t frankly, since I’ve pretty much been pregnant non-stop for the last ten years.

  But it’s okay because my new life is amazing. We’re ensconced in a huge home in Westchester, and Mason commutes to work in the mornings, only to return at 5 p.m. each day. Even better, he’s the boss, so sometimes he’s able to stay home and work remotely.

  I stretch my arms over my head, yawning lazily. Life is so good. How did I ever get this lucky? How did I rise from being a lowly librarian alone in the basement to the wife of the CEO with a passel of children?

  But in no time, Mason’s back, a giant shadow looming over my seated form.

  “Harriet’s in bed,” he reports. “So are Trinity, Michael, Peter, Wallace, Wendy, Winston, Timmy, and Tom.”

  “Are they asleep?” I ask with a wry smile. “You know Michael likes to play video games on his handheld under the covers sometimes.”

  Mason grins at me.

  “Asleep,” he says firmly. “I made sure. Because it’s time for us now.”

  And with that, he scoops me into his arms in one fell swoop, my curvy form lush as I’m pressed against his chest.

  “Mason!” I gasp while laughing. “Careful!”

  He lowers his head to kiss the tip of my nose as we stride to the staircase. “I’m always careful,” he murmurs. “You’re my most precious asset, sweetheart.”

  And I lean my head back and close my eyes then, giving i
nto the passion. Because it’s always like this with my husband. The emotions are powerful. Intense. And oh so good.

  In moments, we’re in the master suite, which fortunately is located far from the kids’ bedrooms.

  "Mason, I need you so much." I grab at him, practically ripping the thin T-shirt off his hard and muscular body. My big alpha male trembles from my touch.

  "You have me baby,” Mason says. “Whatever you need. If you want it, you have it. It's that simple." He growls his pledge into my mouth and fumbles for his belt.

  The sound of the heavy buckle makes my knees weak. I sag against him, pussy absolutely drenched. God, he makes me so hot every damn time. Whimpering with sudden and intense desire, I’m ready to beg him to fuck me.

  "Make love to me, Mason." I back up until the backs of my knees hit the bed.

  By the time I make it there, we’re both naked and so desperate for each other, we’re panting like wild beasts. Nothing’s ever tame between us, it’s always crazy as all get-out.

  "Fuck, you're gorgeous. What did I do before you?" His big body is plastered against my curvy form as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. He kissed me, and I kissed him, passionately, hungrily. He was making me crazy. In a fever, I grabbed his cock and stroked it. The hard thickness dripped all over my fingers. He groaned and bucked in my grip while I squeezed him.

  God! I wanted him right now.

  "My pussy is so wet for you, Mason. Put your dick in me. Let me feel your giant fuck stick in my twat."

  I sat down on the bed and wiggled backwards on the mattress until I was in the center of the bed. Mason quickly followed, big cock dripping and leading the way toward my cunt. I opened my legs wide for him, mutely begging for the penetration. I needed his big glans in me right now! My pussy squeezed and drooled, so ready.

  But he didn't let me rush him.

  "Tell me how you want it, sweetheart," Mason hovered over me and his ginormous dong painted my thigh wet. "Rough and hard? Or soft and gentle?"

  His hands roamed over me, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples in a hot and slow rhythm that had moaning like a slut. Juices dripped down my thigh. "Tell me, baby," he rasped in that deep voice.

  "Just fuck me!" I shrieked.

  I was so glad we were far from everybody else in the house or they’d all be getting an earful.

  In desperation, I touched my cunt and slid my fingers in to show him what I wanted.

  "No, baby.” He knocked my hand away. “That hot cunt is all for me."

  "Then take it!" I moaned, desperate and ready to just climb onto his cock and ride it to paradise.

  "God, I love it when you need it so bad." With a roar, he shoved his thick hardness ten inches all the way deep into me.

  I screamed. "Mason!"

  "Yes, baby. Tell me you love it. Tell me you want my dick. Tell me how bad you want it." He pumped into me, deep and slow, winding me up and driving me nuts.

  I scraped my sharp fingernails down his back, begging for him to go faster, harder, more.

  "Whatever you want, my sweet." His giant dong rammed into me. Again and again, hard enough to slam the bed board against the wall.

  My pussy followed every stroke and devoured that fat dick. Electric desire sizzled through my entire body. I wanted him so bad. I needed him!

  "Fuck me, Mason! Fuck me good! Show me I'm yours." His meat stick knocked the breath from my lungs with each thrust. My whole body glowed with lust.

  His balls slammed against my ass with every thrust, slapping in time to the hot session. I was losing my mind, panting and heaving under him, begging for him to ram me harder. I was close, my cunt squeezed tight and I felt the cum shooting toward me.

  But I wanted more.

  "Remember--uh uh!--what--what...I asked you for last week?" I screamed from the rough fucking. My pussy squelched around his thick pole. Sweat dripped from Mason's chest down to my chest. My skin burned from it.

  His eyes widened when he realized what I was asking for.

  "God, baby!" he grunted, fucking me deep. "Are you sure?"

  Desperate for it and for him, I nodded and my head wobbled wildly on top of my neck. "Yes, baby! Yes!"

  And it happened then.

  With his hips moving like a piston, he wrapped his hands around my throat. Oh god. The ultimate sign of trust between us. The thing we'd talked about, but I wasn't ready for just yet. This sign of my surrender to the love we had. My total capitulation to the man in my life. It’d taken ten years, but it was here at last.

  "Choke me, Mason! Choke me and fuck me hard!" I managed on a mangled gasp. I wanted it so bad.

  "Damn, baby. You make my dick so hard for you. Only for you!" His hands tightened and his cock rammed me harder. The bed shook. I was falling and only his hands around my throat could catch me.

  The precipice was coming. I could feel the edge, sense it deep in my gut.

  His hands tightened. I choked and gasped for breath. Dark stars danced at the edge of my vision. Orgasm raced toward me faster, grew bigger, morphing from a bullet to a train and then a blazing meteor.

  My world exploded.

  Mason shouted out as he came. His jizz exploded inside me. Spurt after spurt splashed into my hot and steaming cunt.

  "Fuck, baby! You're goddamn incredible. Fucking incredible..." He jerked in top of me, still coming and shouting loud enough to echo in the room.

  Finally, I was able to breathe when his hands slid away from my sweat damp throat.

  "I love you, Mason,” was my harsh pant. Small tremors traced through my body. I could even feel the sizzle from our sex in my teeth. I'd never cum that hard in my whole life.

  "I love you too, sweet thing," he said, gasping and holding me close. "You always."

  I smiled at him, still breathing hard.

  “Good,” was my low mewl. “Because remember how you said I was your most precious asset? How you were so careful carrying me up the stairs?”

  Immediately, my man swung around to look at me, blue eyes blazing. After nine children, he knew what I was hinting at before I even said it.

  “Beth,” came that low growl. “Are you telling me …?”

  And I nodded, slipping my hand into his even as our hearts joined together once more.

  “Yes, Mr. Carlton. You’re going to be a daddy again, this time to baby number ten. Are you ready for that? Ten kids in ten years? You’re a baby machine after all. Your swimmers are so powerful and virile.”

  And the CEO leaned in for a kiss, his eyes worshipful as he gathered me close.

  “Sweetheart, as much as I love you, you’ve gotten it wrong. I gave you the juice, but honey, you’re the baby machine. And I love you even more for it. I can’t wait for this child, and I hope she has your brown hair, brown eyes and sweet smile.”

  And with another contented sigh, I melted into Mason’s arms, almost drunk on love. Because trust was hard to build after the initial meltdown during the first year of our relationship. But now, ten years later, our hearts are united and our heads are in the same space. Plus, I’m ripe again with his child for the tenth time … and secretly, I want even more!

  THE END

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Jane

  I didn’t want to step into that doctor’s office.

  I wanted to be anywhere but here.

  My finger hovered over the “Call” button on my phone’s screen, tempted to cancel the appointment altogether. The horror stories came crashing down in my brain.

  It’ll hurt.

  There’s pain deep inside, where you’ve never felt before.

  They use all these metal instruments, straight out of a medieval torture scene.

  My sister Martha had explained in great detail how the exam would work. They squeeze your breasts hard. They put their hands all over your supple body. The more she talked about it, the more nervous I became. She described a long, hard, cold metal scapula as the weapon of choice by these merciless gynecologists, and it’d be pushed all the way into my most private spaces.