Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) (5 page)

Eventually, I collapsed in his arms. We lay
together equally spent.

My well ravaged sex ached dully every time I
shifted my legs. I hoped it would depart soon – especially with the
whole weekend ahead, and no worries about Mom's return for
days.

I'd secretly learned to hate the sounds of
my parents fucking. Not long after she returned, my nighttime
excursions downstairs gave me none of the old pleasure.

They only brought me the same jealous fire
as before, but now it was amplified a thousand times.

I stood around the corner, not daring to go
any closer, tightening my fingers like claws on the staircase
banister.

She'd returned that week, cutting short the
paradise Mr. LaVenia and I had enjoyed so long in my room. The last
night, we'd eaten a decadent dinner of steaks, asparagus, and dark
chocolate mousse before heading to his master suite.

Now, in the very same bed where he'd pumped
his seed into me repeatedly, Mom was getting it. And I absolutely
hated it – the fiery pleasure she was stealing from me in every
ragged thrust.

“
Stephen! Give it to me
deep and bring it all the way home. Fuck!” Her voice shrieked
through the walls, dying in chaotic screams as the pleasure he gave
ripped through her, the pleasure that should've been
mine.

I stepped off the last couple stairs and
planted my feet on the ground like stone. I wouldn't be moved for
anything.

Not with my sex aching and dripping wet for
him. Not when his seed still felt so hot inside me that I
remembered every burst, every stroke of his cock, and every single
growl rushing into my ears as he filled me with thick come.

As predicated, not long after the
pleasurable groans and soft cooing silenced, the door flung open.
It clicked shut behind me as he did a double take, catching my
silhouette in the darkness.

“
Tammy,” he said,
straightening his boxers. “What are you doing out here, little
doll? You should be resting.”

He stepped closer. It was hard not to reach
to his back, stroking the mouthwatering flesh he exposed to me and
the darkness.

“
I heard you two. How can
you give it to her with the very same passion you showed
me?”

“
The same?” His eyebrows
quirked up. “No. I love your mother, little doll. And I love you
too. You light a different kind of fire inside me because you can
give me something she can't.”

He moved forward, grasping my wrists and
leading me down the hall. We were nearly to his study when I
flailed, the rage exploding inside me.

But Mr. LaVenia wouldn't break his iron grip
– no matter how I struggled.

“
Calm down. Don't you dare
wake up your fucking mother,” he growled.

Cool concern had disappeared from his face,
replaced with a rigid authoritarian's one-way demands. His fingers
tightened around my hands as he pushed me deeper and switched on
the nearby lamp.

“
I just don't understand
what's going on here. Is it going to be her or me?” The acrid note
in my voice took me by surprise.

Jesus. I sound like a child pouting, even to
myself.

“
Are you trying to tell me
I have to choose?” His lips hardened, and his words hummed low,
more than a little threatening.

“
No.” I said at last,
tears brimming in my eyes. “I just don't want to lose what we had
this weekend. I love you so much, sir. Daddy...”

He released my hands and I wrapped them
tight around his back. He always softened when I called him Daddy,
but this time, I really meant it.

No one could replace him. I'd need a new
lover, a father, a mate in one. And nobody in the world could ever
match what he'd given me.

“
Why do you think we're
going to lose anything? Just because I'm welcoming your Mom back
doesn't mean anything has changed between us.” His dominant right
hand curled to my spine and stopped, flat and warm against the
small of my back.

“
But...she put you off
before.” I sniffed, containing my tears. Just barely.

“
That was then,” he
whispered, moving his lips closer to mine. “This is
now.”

Mr. LaVenia kissed me hard. In an instant,
he swept me up in his manly force, pressing me to his slab of a
chest. I hungrily plied my lips into his, wishing they could melt
together, famished for his touch.

The scheming hand on my back lifted my
nightgown. He moved past the hem, cupping and rubbing my ass
cheeks, silently pulling me into him.

With one leg, he gently kicked the door shut
behind us. Locked in his grip, he ushered me over to the sofa.
Several times, I felt his rising bulge on my backside.

I didn't care that we were about to do it
like this. I didn't even care that he'd been inside my own mother
just a few minutes before.

“
Bend over, little doll.
Let me show you my love and respect.” He waited until I complied,
straightening my hands on the leather arm rest next to us. “And
just because I've stolen your virginity and made you a woman, you
don't have a license to be a bitch or a brat.”

I whined with surprise. Before I could say
anything else, his hand reached to my front, skimmed my pubic hair,
and ripped my panties down my legs.

One push and he was in me. I gasped and
steadied myself on the leather.

There wasn't any time to adjust. There was
only the onslaught of his muscles crashing into me like waves,
deliberate and strong.

He's punishing you because he cares...

The little voice in my head faded in soft
laughter. The time for thinking had passed, and now he'd taken me
into the realm of pure feeling, an exclusive prison I wouldn't
escape until I'd come.

Mr. LaVenia's rough hand sizzled across my
thigh. He reached deep. His fingers found my clit and began to
massage it, rubbing my swollen bead as he slammed himself into
me.

Too much. Too soon!

I came hard just a couple minutes into our
fucking. My ass instinctively went wild, slapping back to his
thighs, forcing him deeper into my hungry, sucking wetness.

We'd reached our limit. The anger boiling
inside him didn't give him much endurance, and in this case, it
wasn't needed.

We both understood what this was. This was a
rough fuck, a lesson in flesh, meant to drive me down to the depths
of pleasure, making me his vessel to play with and fill.

Just as my orgasm started to fade, he
crashed into me one last time, stiffening to granite. His free hand
caught my hair and yanked it hard.

He buried my face in the leather to stop the
screams. My sex convulsed a second time, setting off new explosions
in my brain.

We rutted, grunted, and came, happy slaves
to the vitality flowing in our veins. He buried himself to his
balls and poured it in, all fire and soul erupting like thick
cream.

I took his seed deep. High on my ecstasy, I
imagined a torrent of his sperm rushing into me, aggressively
seeking its target in the eternal race beginning every creature's
existence.

I was too shocked, panting for breath when
he pulled away. A few stray droplets of his seed quickly splashed
to my panties wrapped around my ankles.

I straightened myself, listening to the snap
of his boxers on his waist before I turned around. He met me with
tiger eyes.

“
I love you, little doll.
I'm going to keep fucking you and treating you like the greatest
woman in the world. But you're going to have to learn to
share.”

“
But...we can't keep it a
secret forever,” I moaned, looking anxiously toward the
door.

Mom had probably fallen asleep. But what if
she caught us there like that, half-naked and glowing with
passion?

“
Soon we won't have to.”
The warm smile I hadn't seen for a long time returned, a sight so
welcome I nearly forgot what he said.

“
Now, back to bed, little
doll. You're going to be taking better care of your body from now
on. Very soon, you'll be caring for more than just
yourself.”

His hand wrapped around my waist and
blossomed across my lower belly. Dazed, I let him guide me out of
the study and up to the stairs.

Upstairs, in my room, I paused to wonder
what he meant. But I couldn't fight sleep forever, too content on
his seed leaking out my folds and the stew of lovely hormones
pleasure had released.

Before I knew it, I'd gone deep into my
dreams, casually wondering how crazy things would get before
Christmas.

It was just after Halloween, and I wasn't
even tired or hung over for a good reason. I didn't dare go my
friend's party that night. The boys there didn't interest me, and
neither did the liquor.

Even so, I woke up sick, nauseated beyond
belief. My parents had left for their daily excursions, leaving no
one but Shirley and a younger maid in the house.

She saw the pale discomfort behind my sleepy
mask as soon as I wandered downstairs.

“
Oh, Miss Tammy. Let me
fetch you some aspirin.”

“
Wait,” I called after
her, reaching out with a desperation like she'd left me alone in
the desert. “I don't need aspirin, Miss Shirley. I need a pregnancy
test.”

Shirley's eyes nearly popped out of her
head. Leaning on the counter, the frizzy haired older woman took a
second to recover.

She pursed her lips and nodded softly. “I
can get that for you, Miss Tammy. Just wait until the break in my
shift...”

I was upstairs, trying to soothe my
unsettled stomach when she knocked. I mumbled a thanks and took the
small box from her hands.

I knew I ran the risk of this getting back
to Mom or Dad, but so what?

He wanted it. And if she found out, then
maybe I could finally have him all to myself.

Greedy lust fired within me as I tramped to
the bathroom. I did my business and waited for the results to
appear, bracing myself for the result I really desired.

After weeks of fucking him, it would be a
serious disappointment if I wasn't pregnant. My period was
certainly late.

And he wanted it as badly
as I did. Mr. LaVenia, my new Daddy, truly wanted to become
a
Daddy
to a
beautiful child.

If I could give him that, I silently told
the heavens, I'd never ask for anything else.

Trembling, I withdrew the plastic strip and
waited. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

A bright pink YES stared me straight in the
face. The world spun. My vision blurred and I scrambled for the
toilet, sick with excitement.

I leaned over and waited for a couple
minutes, but everything settled. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't
going to vomit. But then it hit me.

Pregnant. With Mr. LaVenia's baby. Holy
shit!

Sooner or later, Shirley would tell someone.
I didn't blame her – it was her duty to the man who wrote her
paycheck.

But when she did, I'd be ready. I crept into
my room and laid down with my tablet, passing the rest of the
evening browsing pregnancy forums and waiting.

Mom came home first, followed by her husband
not long after. I smiled, filled with venom and electric
desire.

I'd tell them both myself, even if Shirley
got to them first. I didn't want to break Mom's heart, but I was
willing to pay a steep price to keep him.

I heard them conversing softly as I threw
myself out of bed and changed into fresh clothes. I stopped at the
edge of my room and stretched, like a cat warming up its muscles to
go on the prowl.

I saw Mom first, quietly setting the table
as Mr. LaVenia carved up a ham behind her. My stomach growled,
reminding me I'd have to eat more now that I was pregnant.

For an instant, I almost let everything go
in favor of dinner. Almost.

My feet pivoted, turning me right in Mom's
direction. I was behind her when she turned around and saw me.

“
Good evening, Mom,” I
said softly.

I hadn't realized how nervous I was until
then. Luckily, Mr. LaVenia's harsh caresses had taught me that
bravery brought unique rewards.

“
Oh, honey.” She strode
toward me on those ridiculous heels, looking like she was about to
burst with euphoria. “Congratulations!”

I struggled in her arms, stunned into
silence. It never stopped amazing me how such a small woman could
deliver such forceful, gushy affection. I guessed that's how she
kept him satisfied, bringing the same fervor into the bedroom.

“
What? What do you mean?”
I finally managed.

Mr. LaVenia laid down the carving knife and
came up next to us. After Mom finally released me, he planted a
possessive arm around my waist, pulling me close.

I flushed scarlet red. I
wanted him to do this
after
she'd been told and consoled.

Would I even get that chance now?

“
Shirley told us all about
it, honey. You're pregnant! Just like we planned.” Mom threw her
arms around me again, and he made room for her.

“
I...I don't get
it.”

“
Your mother's infertile,
little doll,” he said, running his fingers up the back of my neck.
“We love each other too much to let it wreck our marriage. I
have
to have a baby, and
Beth is kind and open minded.”

“
He can't have children
with me, so I gave him my blessing to have them with the only other
person in the world he loves just as much.”

Mom grinned, looking like the most glamorous
shark in the world. I shuddered, feeling a mad, mad shame foaming
up inside me.