Carrying the Billionaire's Baby, Book 2: The Billionaire's Gift

by Gwendolyn Bridges

  But there was no sign of that. Instead, he gripped me tighter, his hands caressing my bare back. Finally, our eyes met — and I could tell he was feeling a million different kinds of emotion, but mostly a yearning. He wasted no time in telling me what he wanted.

  “Stand over there,” he ordered. “Lean over the railing.”

  I was never a big fan of heights, but I was compelled to obey — to do whatever he asked. I stepped slowly to the railing along the edge of the rooftop. My hands gripped the rail. The metal was cool against my bare stomach as I leaned against it. I took one look down, then shut my eyes. High atop the Atherstone Tower, the distance to the ground was dizzying.

  He approached me from behind, his hands drifting down my bare sides and across my back. He fingered the clasp of my bra, then unsnapped it. The feeling of outdoor air on my sensitive nipples shocked me enough that I let my eyes snap open, just for a moment — enough time to watch my purple bra fall from the edge of the building down into the abyss below us. I shut my eyes again.

  His hands ran across my bare breasts, brushing against my erect nipples. I could feel all of him now, pressed against my back. The thin material of my cotton panties and his suit pants did little to disguise the feeling of his erect manhood pressing against my ass.

  I felt his lips against the nape of my neck, peppering me with soft kisses. The intensity of the situation was almost intoxicating. I didn’t dare open my eyes, but the feeling of his touch, our bodies pressed together and the crispness of the night air brought an extreme arousal. I wanted more.

  As if reading my mind, he kept one hand on my breast and let another drift down the curve of my stomach. His pushed past the waistband of my panties and with a gasp I felt his soft touch against my wetness. He let his hand linger there, just lightly brushing against my clit, as he tweaked my nipple with his other hand. I moaned softly into the night, pushing my ass back against the hardness in his pants.

  Finally, he let a finger slip inside me. The penetration sent a jolt of pleasure through me, so strong that I felt my knees buckle. I opened my eyes and cried out — a mix of pleasure and terror, fearful that I might fall. But Alexander’s strong arms gripped me tight around my waist.

  “I got you,” he said quietly, his face close to mine.

  And I knew he was right.

  “Fuck me,” I said pushing back into him, eyes open wide now, my knuckles white from their tight grip on the metal railing.

  He wasted no time. He stepped away from me and I heard the rustle of his suit jacket sliding off his shoulders and hitting the ground. Then his belt buckle and the zip of his pants coming undone. His clothes probably cost more than I made in a year, but he didn’t care — tossing them all aside and coming back to me, his bare skin now feeling hot to the touch as it pressed against min.

  His hands caressed my ass and the gripped the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down my legs slowly, so that all of me was now exposed to the night. Without a thought, I kicked them off towards the edge of the building, and watched again as they fluttered down to the street. I wouldn’t need them again tonight.

  “Spread your legs,” he said. I opened up to him, letting my arms reach wide across the railing and gripping it tight again. He put his hands on top of mine and I could feel his cock against my bare skin, throbbing and hot and slick with his precum. He drew it against my wet lips and held it there before finally — slowly — pushing himself inside of me.

  I moaned instantly, and he responded in turn. His cock fit so perfectly in my pussy — filling me up with his thickness, the fit so tight that each and every throb reverberated through our bodies. When he was inside of me, it was like we were one person. Every little surge of pleasure was shared between us as he held himself inside of me.

  I knew I couldn’t look down, so I looked up at the night sky, my breasts hanging over the railing. The stars weren’t normally visible in the city, but up here — above it all — I could see just a few of them twinkling, distinct from the planes crisscrossing the blackness because the stars didn’t move. I hadn’t even noticed the moon before, it was faint and partially obscured but gave off a nice soft crescent-shaped glow. A new moon, I think they called it.

  Alexander kept his hands on top of mine on the railing and started to thrust into me. He built up slowly — a little bit faster and a then a little bit harder. His face pressed against the back of my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as he increased his speed and moaned against me. I moaned too, as I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, trying to will his throbbing cock deeper into me.

  I wanted him cum. I wasn’t ashamed of that anymore. One of the best things about this arrangement I had entered into with Mr. Atherstone is that — for the first time in my life — I could truly enjoy the feeling of a man’s seed inside me. It didn’t come with worry or heartache. Its warmth matched my own warmth — my own hope.

  I couldn’t get enough of it. Every move I made on that rooftop was driven by a desire for Alexander’s hot cum. I wanted him to explode in me, and so I moaned and met his every thrust, willing him to go faster and to fuck me harder. His body grew even warmer with his every effort, his hands burning against mine, but he didn’t let up. I knew he wanted it too.

  “Give it to me,” I whispered into the night. “Come inside me.”

  He pulled out, almost to the hilt, then again thrust deep into me. He did that once, then again, then one more time, and then I heard him cry out — his voice of pleasure so loud it seemed to echo across the city. His manhood pulsated wildly inside of me. I did all I could to hold him inside, feeling the first few jets of his hot cum erupt into me. I moaned again — the sensation so intense — an orgasm building within me.

  He collapsed against my back, his hands still keeping me secure high atop the building he owned, as his thick cock continued to shoot his seed into my waiting and willing cunt.

  I kept my eyes on the moon as his spent cock finally slipped out of me. He stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, our naked and tired bodies pressed together. I kept my eyes on the moon and the soft glow it gave off in the darkness of night.

  A new moon. I was pretty sure that was what they called it.

  Alexander wasn’t finished with me, of course. He scooped me up in his arms, my legs still aching from the way I had held them stiff when he fucked me against the railing. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me through the trees on the terrace. He brought me to a double-size recliner kept next to an outdoor swimming pool.

  We lay down together, our naked bodies nestled like spoons. It was a bitter cold night — too cold, really, for this kind of thing — but we kept each other warm. I kept my hips angled up, feeling the thick cum inside me.

  We dozed together in the soft light, listening to the faint sounds of the city and the calmness of the water in the pool. Midway through the night, his hand started to trace the contour of my breast again, and I stirred, still half in a dream. I could feel his cock hardening against me one more, and I knew I didn’t want it to go to waste.

  He must have been thinking the same thing, because I felt his hand lightly turn me over so that I was laying on my back. He lay himself on top of me, positioning his cock against my pussy, still slick from my arousal and his cum, and pushed his way inside me.

  We gasped again at the feeling of the two of us becoming one — fitting together so perfectly. He fucked me slowly this time, our bodies wracked with exhaustion. I could have told you it was all a dream, if not for the oh-so-real feeling of his lips finding mine. He kissed me tenderly as he thrust his cock into me, and after our lips broke I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me in the soft light.

  He flashed me a half-smile. I let my eyes trace the scar on his face.

  I thrust back harder, willing my hips up to meet every stroke of his hard cock.

  He kissed me again as he came, his body trembling and shuddering as the orgasm rolled through him like a wave. The feeling of his cum inside me again set
me off, and my own orgasm rolled through me, my lips straining against his.

  We must have fallen asleep again nestled together like that, his cock still pressed against my cunt. I didn’t wake again until the first few beams of sunlight started to crest over the horizon and the air became full with the sounds of a city coming to life again.

  Alexander slept next to me, his normally clean-shaven face now covered with soft stubble. He looked so peaceful in the morning light. I let my eyes draw down his body, across his strong chest and down to his manhood.

  Why not Round Three? I thought, a bit mischievously.

  He had rolled over on his back in the night, so I climbed on top of him. I let my nipples brush against his chest, enjoying the sensation, then used my mouth to kiss down his stomach.

  His cock twitched as I let my tongue draw closer. I looked up to see if he had awakened, but his eyes were still closed — his breathing soft and slow.

  Perfect, I thought, my tongue finding the head of his semi-hard cock. I licked around his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his manhood growing harder and harder against my lips. He stirred in his sleep, moaning a little, as I sucked his shaft into my mouth. His cock was still slick with his cum and my arousal. The taste drove me wild.

  I touched myself as I sucked his cock, setting myself on all fours so I could rub a finger across my clit with one hand while I used the other to stroke his shaft, licking around the head of his cock. He groaned and I looked up again, his cock still deep inside my mouth, to see his eyes flutter open. He looked confused for a second, but then his face broke into that strange but perfect half-smile of his.

  “Hey,” he murmured.

  Hey yourself, I thought, letting my lips slide down the shaft of his cock while fingering myself. After the night’s lovemaking, my pussy was so perfectly sensitive — every touch sent shocks of electric pleasure through me.

  He moaned louder, his cock starting to throb. I knew he was ready.

  I pulled my body up on top of him, straddling him so that my wet cunt was positioned just above his rock hard manhood. I looked at him in the new sunlight of the day and we locked eyes with a simmering intensity.

  We didn’t even need to talk. I pulled my body down, impaling myself on his cock, pushing as much of him inside of me as I could. If he had any cum left, I wanted it. I needed it inside me.

  I rode him hard, our tired and sweaty bodies feeling raw against one another, his hands holding my breasts. We were exhausted, but that didn’t stop us.

  Instead, Alexander moaned and pulled himself up into a sitting position, so that my chest was pressed against his. Hands on my hips, he used his strong arms to lift me up and down on his cock, thrusting into me as I thrust down at him. He let his hands caress my back, running up my neck and into my tangle of hair.

  We moaned again together, our bodies in almost perfect sync, feeling another orgasm building — another chance for him to shoot his seed inside of me. His hands cupped the sides of my face and we kissed again with all the passion we had left.

  And then he let go, his body trembling into mine as he came again. His orgasm wasn’t as powerful, but it was no less intense. His eyes locked with mine as his throbbing cock let loose, and his cum shot inside of me.

  We kissed again as he lay back on the pool recliner. I nestled on top of him, pressed against his chest, holding his hot cum inside my pussy, only keeping my eyes open long enough to take on more look at the sun, inching its way up to light the sky.

  That was the night we conceived. I wouldn’t know it for certain until days afterwards, but I could feel it almost immediately — I felt changed. Still, I didn’t allow myself to really acknowledge it until the doctor finally looked at me and gave me the smile I had been waiting for.

  “It happened,” she said, matter-of-factly, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. I practically leapt off the exam table to hug her. She didn’t seem to appreciate that.

  I didn’t care. I was happy. Alexander’s baby was inside me. It had taken longer than I thought it would, and it hadn’t come without some obstacles. But it was here. I could give him what he wanted.

  But my happiness in the hours after I learned the news were tempered by small moments of doubt. Moments where I wondered whether I was really strong enough to do this — to carry another man’s baby and then hand it to him, with no recourse.

  I was able to keep myself from despair, though, by thinking back to that night on the rooftop and the story Alexander had shared. He didn’t know it yet, but he had given me two gifts that night. One was the baby I now carried inside me. The other was his truth.

  I respected him so much for that.

  Standing in my apartment as I got ready to head over to Atherstone Tower and share the news, I let a hand drift over my stomach. I didn’t really feel anything yet. But I knew everything would be different now.

  Would he still want me? Would he still hold me?

  No, I reminded myself. That wasn’t what this was about. This was about the gifts he had given me. His truth and his child.

  I breathed in deep and stepped out the door of my apartment. It was time to tell him about what I could now gift to him. It was time to tell Alexander Atherstone that he’d soon be a father.

  TO BE CONCLUDED IN CARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY, BOOK III: THE BILLIONAIRE’S HEIR

  ABOUT GWENDOLYN BRIDGES

  Gwendolyn Bridges is a teller of erotic tales. You can call her Gwen, because all her closest friends do.

  Gwen specializes in erotic romance stories that feature headstrong women, often of the curvy variety, and mysterious, dominant alpha males. It’s a combination she enjoys — and she hopes her readers do too!

  Gwen lives in Toronto, Ontario. By day, she’s a journalist covering all kinds of mundane topics. By night, she writes more exciting stories. At times in between, she’s into hanging out with her cats, cycling, a good pint of beer and, of course, being tied up and spanked. But don’t tell anyone else about that.

  Gwen loves to hear from readers of her erotic stories. Get in touch with her at gwen@gwendolynbridges.com or on twitter at @gwen_bridges. Visit Gwendolyn Bridges’ author page at Smashwords for a full list of titles.

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  A ROYAL BREEDING (Breeding Erotic Romance)

  BY GWENDOLYN BRIDGES

  Anna met her dream man, who just so happens to be the prince and future King! But after the magic of their royal wedding fades, she’s finding it hard to wear the crown and deal with the tabloid media who are vicious in their desire to see Anna give birth to the heir to throne. When the prince learns of Anna’s frustrations, he hatches a plan to breed with his princess—as many times as it takes!

  WARNING: This 9,600 word story includes sweet romance between newlyweds, hot outdoor sex, copious breeding and a whipped cream surprise!

  EXCERPT:

  I was lost in the moment. The feeling of his hands on my body, his lips against mine, all that heat we shared. I had missed all of him so much.

  But I snapped back to reality when I felt his fingers working the tie on the back of my bikini top, pulling it loose, right there, outside, on the cottage’s sun deck.

  I pulled my lips away from his and gasped.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. “We can’t… not here.”

  I put a hand against my chest, holding my top in place.

  Robert smiled a devilish smile. “Why not here?” he shrugged. “I’ve made a pretty good plan.”

  “What?” I asked, as he resumed running his hand over my body.

  “We’re all alone. I arranged it all. The staff have all gone. The security have been instructed not to approach the grounds. There is no one else in our world right now except for us, my darling wife.”

  He pulled at the front of my bikini. I let him go without resistance. He tossed the garment to the side, and took in my heaving breasts, rising with deep breaths, my nipples rock hard from the pleasure of ou
r kissing.

  “See?” he said. “Freedom.”

  Standing out there in the sunlight, half-naked, was strange and exciting. I’d never done anything so daring. But I fancied it. I had to admit, I fancied it a lot.

  “And the rest of your plan?” I asked, nestling my naked breasts against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms again.

  He laughed. “Well,” he said. “We’re going to get you pregnant.”

  He let his hands run down my back, wrapping his palm around my backside with both hands. His touch sent shivers through me as I thought about his words. We’re going to get you pregnant. He said it with such confidence, such a sense of power and assurance. How could he know so concretely that we would do it?

  “I want that,” I admitted. “I want it so much.”

  “Good,” he said, kissing me again. “Then let’s start.”

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