My Step Billionaire (Taboo First Time Bareback Romance) (3 page)

The groaning coming from Alexander’s chest assured me that I was.

I swirled my tongue over his head and began to bob my head up and down, stroking him with my mouth.

His hips began to thrust gently, setting the tempo. I followed his lead and soon he was panting and his legs were trembling.

I looked up at him. He was watching me as his cock slid between my lips. It looked like he really enjoyed the sight of me sucking on his glistening prick. I sped up my movements and felt the thrill of satisfaction as his face twisted with pleasure.

“Just like that,” he groaned. “I’m almost there.”

His hips jerked forward and he filled my mouth with his hot load. The taste was strange, but I didn’t care. Just knowing that I had gotten him off made the whole thing worth it.

I looked up at him, panting and sweaty, and I swallowed every drop while he watched.

He lifted me to my feet and kissed me. The taste of his pleasure still clinging to my lips. Then he grabbed me in his strong arms and sat me on the cool granite of the kitchen island behind me.

He knelt down in front of me and spread my legs wide, revealing my glistening pussy for his hungry eyes.

His tongue plunged into my horny slit. I gasped at the feeling of him probing into me. I had never felt anything like it before. He licked at my lips, tasting my juices greedily. Then he swirled his tongue over my clit, sending spirals of pleasure through me.

He thrust a finger inside me while he teased my clit. My back arched and I moaned. He reached up with his free hand to caress my breast. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer to my pussy, urging him on.

It felt so good, but my pussy was on fire with need. The dull throbbing ache between my legs demanded to be filled. As good as his mouth felt, I needed more. So much more.

I yanked his head up so that he looked at me. His mouth was wet with my juices. He looked sexy as hell poised just above my pussy.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

Chapter 5

Alexander picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. He threw me down onto the bed and stood over me. His cock was hard and ready.

He dipped his fingers into my dripping cunt, then rubbed the moisture over his enormous erection. It was so big. I didn’t think it would even fit inside me, but I was desperate to find out.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, still stroking his length enticingly.

“I’m sure. I want you to be my first.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Your first? You’re a virgin?”

I nodded.

“I don’t believe it. You’re so beautiful. Surely, guys have been interested.”

“They were, but I wasn’t interested in them. I was waiting for the right man. That man is you.”

He grabbed my ankles and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed. He held my legs up on either side of him and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. My lips parted easily for him, and he lined himself up to enter me completely.

My heart was racing with anticipation. This was it. After fantasizing about this moment for so long, it was finally about to happen.

He thrust into me. I felt a quick pain, but it was quickly masked by the delicious feeling of his length filling up the aching emptiness inside me. I moaned and my face twisted with pleasure at the feeling.

He looked down at my face, gauging my reaction. I could see the lust burning in his eyes.

He rocked his hips, stroking me with his amazing cock. Each thrust made my breasts bounce and sent waves of pleasure through me. This was what it felt like to be a woman.

It was amazing.

“Faster,” I moaned.

He eagerly complied, sliding his cock back until it almost slipped out of me and then slamming it into my depths all the way to the hilt.

His enormous cock felt like it was stretching me to my limits, but in the best possible way. He was finding sensitive spots inside me that I never knew existed. Each stroke seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper within me until I was breathless and moaning and writhing with pleasure.

He pounded into me. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I had never been so hot in all my life. My back arched off the bed, and his strong hands teased my erect nipples, sending pulses of pleasure directly to my clit.

My hips bucked against his, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and burying him as deep inside me as I could manage. I needed all of him.

I gave myself up to him completely, letting his body ravish mine. Pleasure buzzed through me like an electric current, pushing me ever closer to the delicious edge.

Then the sensations overwhelmed me. My muscles clenched and my body shook as my orgasm exploded in me like fireworks. From far away, I could hear the wild sounds of my moans as I gushed my pleasure over his cock.

He pulled out of me, and I felt a surge of disappointment. My body wanted more, and I wanted to make him come like he had made me come.

He laid on the bed with his cock standing straight in the air.

“I want you to be on top,” he told me. “I want you to take control.”

I straddled his hips eagerly and lowered myself onto his waiting shaft. I sank over him, burying him deep inside me until I couldn’t descend any lower. The delicious feeling of being filled up returned.

I grinded my hips over him, working his cock inside me while stimulating my clit with every movement.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Do it just like that.”

The desire in his voice was intoxicating. My body was throbbing, aching, and begging for release.

I worked my hips faster. My nerve endings sang with arousal. Every stroke sent a symphony of pleasure vibrating through me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Yes. Yes!”

I felt so connected with him at that moment, closer to him than I’d ever felt before. Our bodies were joined as one, and I desperately wished that we would never have to be apart again.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “I’m almost there.”

A thought occurred to me, barely visible through the fog of lust I was feeling.

“Should we stop?” I asked. “I’m not on the pill.”

He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me down tightly over his cock. “Don’t stop,” he said.

“But—”

“Don’t stop,” he panted. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”

His cock thrust up into me and I felt it spasm. He shot load after load of his hot fertile seed into me. His hands continued to grip my hips, holding me in place. I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t think about it right then.

The feeling of him exploding inside me made come, too. Spasms wracked my body as pleasure washed over me. I screamed his name as I came, barely aware that I was doing it.

I collapsed onto his chest with his cock still inside me.

“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Holy shit is right. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. You are amazing.”

A feeling of doubt nagged at me. “But what if I get pregnant?”

“I want you to get pregnant.”

“What?” I asked in shock.

“You wanted me to invest in you, so I am. You were right earlier. I’m tired of being alone. I want to be with you. I want you to have my baby.”

As surprised as I was by the statement, it didn’t really bother me. In fact, I loved the idea. Now that he had said it out loud, I knew that it was something that I wanted, too. He was the perfect man for me and spending the rest of our lives together, starting a family. It all sounded fantastic to me.

“Do you love me?” I asked, afraid of what he might answer.

“I do,” he said. “It’s something I felt for a long time, but I couldn’t admit. I can’t fight it any longer.”

“Good,” I said. “I love you, too.”

He kissed me then, and his cock stiffened up again inside me. I wiggled my hips over him, and he groaned.

“Ready again?” I asked.

“Hell yes.”

***

HOT AND FERTILE

(Taboo Naughty Older Man Younger Woman

First Time Pregnancy Romance)

On the hottest day of the year, the older and mature Hank is stuck at home with his young and tempting stepdaughter, Brianna.

Brianna is a brat who likes to show off her body to her patient stepfather, but every man has his limits. When she tempts him one time too many, she finds his breaking point.

When he can’t resist her forbidden beauty, the mature older man takes what he wants and fills her up with his fertile seed, hard and without protection, for the first time in her life.

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Chapter 1

It was the middle of a sweltering summer, and according to the news, today was the hottest day of the year. So of course, today was the day that my air conditioner decided to break down.

I was feeling the heat. Even in just a T-shirt and flimsy workout shorts, sweat was dripping down my forehead and my back. As a high school teacher, I had the summer off, but for once, I wished that I was back in school just for the damn air condition.

My wife was away on business, and I was stuck taking care of my stepdaughter Brianna. She was a pain in the ass on the best of days, and on a day like this, every little thing she did seemed to get on my nerves. I figured my best bet was to avoid her.

I was sitting in the living room on the couch, trying to cool off beneath the struggling ceiling fan, when she came in and plopped on the couch beside me. She was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to her body like a second skin. I could see the dark circles of her nipples clearly through the thin material, and a pang of lust pulsed within me.

Instead of pants, all she wore was a pair of pink bikini bottoms that hugged her pussy tightly. The thin line of her slit was clearly visible. I felt a stirring in my shorts and I looked away, trying my best to push aside the forbidden thoughts that were forming in my head.

At nineteen years old, Brianna was definitely a hot piece of ass. Too bad she was my stepdaughter and annoying as hell.

“Why can’t you fix the air conditioner?” she asked in a whiny voice.

She always acted this way when she was in a bad mood, reverting to a bratty child throwing a tantrum.

“Because I’m a teacher, not a repair man,” I said.

“Ugh, why couldn’t mom have married a guy who was good with his hands?”

I resisted the urge to tell her that part of the reason her mother and I had gotten together was because I was good with my hands. It was tempting. I would have loved to see the look on her face if I told her how much her mother moaned when I used my hands.

Obviously, I couldn’t say that because it was inappropriate, but sometimes I thought the easiest way to make Brianna shut up would be to shock her into silence.

“I told you, the repair man will be here tomorrow. Until then, we’re just going to have to stay cool. Can you do that for me? Can you just be cool for once?”

Her mouth dropped open in an offended expression. “I’m always cool,” she protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up invitingly. I did my best to ignore them.

Instead, I laughed at her, louder than was necessary. I wanted to piss her off. If she was going to annoy me, I was going to annoy her right back. The heat had me all twisted and I was running out of patience.

I supposed the other option would be to bend her over my lap and spank that ripe little ass of hers. Then she’d really see what I could do with my hands.

I sighed. What the hell was wrong with me today? Maybe her mother had been gone for too long. Maybe I just needed some relief. Not that her mother had been taking care of business in the bedroom recently.

Brianna continued to pout with her lower lip pushed out and her eyes seething with rebellion. I had seen that look before, and I knew that I had to defuse the situation before she went nuclear.