Knocked Up on Valentine's Day: A Single Dad Billionaire Romance

by Amy Brent

  She bucked against my face, covering it in the sticky goodness I’d painted her body with, and my hands held her hips down while she moaned and writhed with pleasure. My tongue flicked her clit before I pulled it into my mouth, slurping her down while the heat of her pussy melted the cream into a delicious little snack.

  I ran my tongue down to her entrance and I could taste the strawberry juices mixed with hers, then I planted my lips around her entrance as I sucked it right out of her pussy. She moaned at the sensation as I chewed and swallowed the pussy-soaked berry, then I shoved my tongue deep into her walls while she quivered around my face.

  “Holy shit, L. What the fuck is this? Oh. Oh, God, yes. Please, please don’t, don’t, ugh.”

  Her heels flew to my shoulders and her toes curled into my skin, and soon I was lapping full strokes up the sides of her pussy while her body caved to its orgasm. I raked my tongue all around her pussy, grooming it like a cat would groom a kitten. Then, when I was satisfied she was cleaned to my expectations, her legs slid off my shoulders while her lungs beckoned for air.

  I kissed my sticky lips slowly back up her body, kissing all along her puckered nipples before I dipped down and kissed her mouth. I could feel her smiling into me, grateful for the pleasure I had just given her, and I rolled us over just so I could hold her close to me.

  Soon, the tired look in her eye gave way to a devilish glint, and the moment she began to sink down to the floor I knew I was in for the ride of my life.

  Chapter 14

  Charlie

  I slid to the floor and quickly undid his pants, anxious to pull that thick cock out and get it into my mouth. My head was still swimming from my orgasm, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mouth around his cock before he plunged it deep into my depths.

  I yanked the rest of his clothes off his body and watched his muscles twitch with anticipation. It was all I could do to keep from raking my tongue along every throbbing muscle in his body. His dick bobbed with sheer want, the throbbing vein bulging from its side, and I dipped my entire hand into the whipped cream bowl and slathered his cock with it.

  “Holy fuck, Charlie,” he said, groaning.

  I swallowed his dick to the back of my throat while my tongue licked up all the sugary cream I had doused his dick with. I slurped and gulped, planting my slippery whipped creamed hand onto his stomach and making a mental note to lick it off later. His adventurous spirit in the bedroom was something I had been craving in a man for years, and now that I finally got to enjoy it I wasn’t holding anything back.

  After all, this had to end eventually—with uncertain consequences—so I was going to ride this train as hard as I could for as long as it lasted.

  “Good holy fuck, Charlie. What the—”

  I took him deep to the back of my throat before my tongue licked out, touching the base of his cock and running it around until I could gather all the whipped cream. I felt him grow still bigger, pulsing against my lips while his dick just kept growing for me.

  Then, I felt his hands tangle themselves in my hair, before he pulled me off of him.

  “That’s not where I wanna cum today, beautiful,” he said.

  I moaned at his words before he tossed me to the bed. My body bounced while I tried to gather myself onto my knees, but by the time I had steadied myself I felt him running his wet cock along the crack of my ass. He painted my ass cheeks in his pre-cum before he slid his dick inside my body, and my head dipped into the bed as he set a furious pace.

  “You’re so fucking tight for me. Oh, fuck, Charlie. Holy shit.”

  I bucked back into him while his dick hit me in all the right places. I could feel my legs quivering as I moaned and shivered into the comforter, and his balls smacking against my clit as they hung low with want, did me even more than I could’ve asked for.

  “Holy shit, you’re massive,” I said breathlessly.

  His hips snapped against mine and his balls smacked my clit, but before I could slowly approach my own orgasm he pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over. My tits bounced in my face as he descended onto my body, and he pulled a nipple between his teeth. My back arched into him, my hands tugging his hair and pulling his face deeper into me, and he moaned in wanton lust just before with one great thrust, he slammed his dick back inside me.

  “Oooooh, God, L. Yes.”

  My whimpers and moans became monosyllabic drones as his dick pumped deep into my body. I wrapped my thick legs tightly around him while his face sunk into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his heavy breaths while his body drove into mine. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of the room while the bed banged against the wall, and my nails dug into the chiseled muscles that cascaded down his back, and soon my orgasm began to build again.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Please, don’t stop. Oh L, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t stop. Holy fuck, I’m not gonna stop. I’m so close, Charlie. Shit.”

  I released his waist and dug my hips into the bed, matching him thrust for thrust just before his teeth sank into the meat of my breasts. He moaned into my skin just as he buried deep into my pussy, his cock twitching and jumping while my walls clamped down around his cock. My body shivered and quaked, pulled taut by my orgasm while my head spun and my vision blacked out.

  Then, all at once, my body collapsed to the bed while L’s dick continued to fill me to the brim before his cum seeped out onto the bed.

  I heaved for air, my throat wheezing as I tried to catch my breath. His rippling body of muscle collapsed onto me, shielding me from the world while he peppered my neck with soft kisses. We were both trembling in each other’s arms, rocked by our orgasms and shaking from the adrenaline-laced adventure.

  I felt tears rising to my eyes—sheer joy filling the depths of my soul—and that’s when the panic quickly settled in.

  “That was amazing, Charlie,” L said in my ear. “Holy fuck, where did you learn to do all that?”

  “That had nothing to do with me,” I said, panting. “You fuck like a Sex God.”

  “A Sex God, huh?” he asked, as he slid off me. “Maybe that should be my nickname in your phone.”

  “Oh please. I think I’ll make it ‘needy little bitch’ instead,” I said.

  “Oh, it hurts so bad,” he said.

  “Oh, no. It hurts so good,” I said, smirking.

  I felt L drape the comforter down over our bodies and I finally found the energy to roll over and take a look at him. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his lips were swollen from his kisses to my neck. His eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were red with his exertion. I felt my heart flutter in my chest just before I swallowed deep, and I looked away before I sunk any deeper into his stare.

  Shit. I was catching feelings for my boss.

  I told myself not to do this. I told myself this was a bad idea and that nothing good could come of it. I told myself I could lose my job or lose my heart or lose the respect I’d garnered in the office. I could lose my future and my potential career and even the dreams I had of opening my own business one day. Holy fuck, I could lose it all right in this very moment if I looked over at L again and my chest tugged like that.

  So, I took another chance and tilted my head to look at him once more.

  He picked his hand up and slowly brushed some hair away from my eyes. He tucked some loose strands of red hair behind my ear before his thumb stroked my cheek lightly, and I turned my lips to his skin before I kissed the tip of his finger.

  And that damn fluttering sensation returned.

  The truth of the matter was I was grateful for everything L had done for me. He was mentoring me in ways I’d never receive at any other real estate business. He was a hell of a businessman, and to be admired when it came to how he scored the best deals, and he was a fucking great boss. He had built a multibillion dollar company from the ground up with nothing but a warehouse he purchased and $50,000 investment, and here he was living the life every
single one of us could only dream of.

  He was the American success story, and he did it in an industry that rarely saw the type of success he enjoyed.

  And, to top it all off, he was a wonderful person. I laid there, staring at him, and I thought about all the great conversations we had in Helsinki. Even after our mind-blowing sex, the witty banter was still there, and it was nice to talk with someone who had the mental wherewithal to keep up with the shit I could throw out. I had enjoyed making him laugh in that stuck up restaurant he took me to in Finland. He was a proud man and I enjoyed taking him down a peg whenever I could.

  He seemed to enjoy the banter we had going on as well, which didn’t hurt things much.

  But his dick. My God, the man could wield that thick piece of heaven in bed any way you wanted him to. You want it sideways? You got it sideways. You wanna be pressed up against the wall and fucked off your feet? His strong arms have got you. You wanna be on your back with your legs spread to the ceiling while you rake your fingertips down his back? He’ll growl in your ear just for good measure.

  The man knew what the fuck he was doing in bed, and no man that ever came after him had any hopes of measuring up.

  Ellison James had forever set the standard in my life—for how men were supposed to talk, look, dress, carry themselves, and perform in bed. And from that moment forward, I was doomed.

  I would never find another man like L, and when things finally ended between us—because they obviously had to—I was fucked.

  Truly and royally fucked.

  “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked.

  “The usual,” I said. “Work, building codes, progress in the company, that dick of yours.”

  “Oh, really?” he asked. “That last topic seems of particular interest.”

  “Oh, it does, does it?” I asked, as he climbed back on top of me.

  “It does. I think I’d like to hear more about it,” he said.

  “Oh, you wanna hear how big I think your cock is?” I asked.

  “Mhm.”

  “Or how amazing you are at wielding that thing around?” I asked.

  “Mhm.”

  “Or how wonderful it feels when it dives deep into my pussy?”

  “Oh yes, definitely that,” he said, groaning into the crook of my neck.

  And just like that my legs slid open to accommodate his dick; that currently throbbed at the entrance to my pussy.

  So long as this happened, I would never deny L what he wanted, because the truth of the matter was that I wanted it just as much as he did.

  No matter the cost, to my career—or my heart.

  Chapter 15

  Ellison

  I wanted to plan something special for Charlie. Our encounter at the hotel went off without a hitch, and the rest of the week was spent wondering how the hell I could spoil her more. Just the introduction of food made her want to gobble me whole, and even Michael noticed a change in my demeanor. He kept telling me I had a brighter smirk on my face and that, if I wasn’t careful, I’d end up having to groom two sharks instead of one, because I’d gone soft on him.

  I never went soft on anyone. Not in business, not in friendships, and certainly not in the bedroom.

  Even though I’d booked the hotel suite for the whole night, Charlie didn’t stay. Part of me understood why, but part of me knew it was a waste. She was probably worried people would see us coming out the next morning, so the hotel sat empty while we ventured back to our humble abodes. All night, I kept wondering what the hell I could’ve done to get her to stay. What could I have said that would have convinced her to lay in my arms all night long?

  I could have woken her up with my dick between her legs or my tongue lapping up her pussy. I could have carried her into a hot shower, or put my dick between her lips, or pressed her against the bed while I came on her stomach. So many things I could have introduced her to, if only she’d stayed over that one evening.

  I figured all I had to do was remove the risk of us getting caught.

  The idea of spoiling her was also nice. Even after she made fun of that dinner I took her to, I still wanted to do nice things for her. I saw the way she looked around the hotel suite when she entered, and I was addicted to that cute little surprised look that crinkled her freckles. No one had ever done this for her before. No one had given her things she couldn’t give herself. Maybe it was because she didn’t ask to be spoiled, or maybe it was because she made fun of those who expected to be spoiled on a regular basis.

  But, there was something that pulled at my cock. Something about exposing her to things she’d never been exposed kept me railing for more. Her simple, down to earth demeanor juxtaposed all the gold diggers I’d ended up with over the years, and I knew she would appreciate what I had to offer. Just a simple hotel room that cost me nothing but the change in my pocket made her eyes glimmer.

  I wanted to see her eyes glimmer again—just like that, and for as long as I could get them to.

  I knew I was treading in rough territory. From the moment I slid into her deep, dark warmth a few days ago, I felt my entire body cave to her. She molded to me in a way no woman ever had, and she had no issues knocking me off my pompous pedestal with her blatant banter. She wasn’t trying to impress me or justify her worth in my life, nor was she constantly clamoring for my wallet or my checkbook.

  She was just her, and I was addicted to every part of it.

  But, that didn’t matter. This was a short-term affair I was going to ride out until her pussy got loose around my cock. My company wouldn’t thrive with a secret affair going on, and I’d worked too hard to get to where I was today without having some woman come in and destroy it all, not matter how much I liked her tits. I’d fuck her out of my system, and we’d part ways like we agreed. Then I’d move on to growing my company into the monopoly I knew it could be.

  It was the perfect plan, and I needed to stop thinking about it.

  It would hurt. I knew it would. Every single time she came into my office I wanted to reach out for her. I wanted to lock the door, press her against the wall, and slowly savor every inch of her. All these other women were just fun little fuck toys, until they showed their character, wanting a new car or a diamond necklace. They were of the sort of pussies I could find anywhere.

  But not Charlie. She was one-of-a-kind, and seeing her around this office after the affair was over would hurt.

  Until then, however, that didn’t mean I couldn’t do everything I’d ever wanted to do, and best of all, for a woman that appreciated it.

  I reached for my phone on the bedside table and called up my pilot. I needed to go ahead and book the flight to the Bahamas for this weekend, especially if I was going to be taking Charlie with me. I’d have to arrange it so that it looked like a business trip—easy enough, given my new project—in order to make sure no red flags flew when I gave Charlie’s name for the manifest. I talked with the pilot for a bit and told him I wanted to be up in the air as soon as possible.

  Then, I called Charlie on her burner phone.

  “Hello?” she asked.

  “It’s me,” I said. “Don’t talk, just listen. My private jet’s leaving in two hours for the Bahamas. I’ll send a car for you in 45 minutes. Bring your tiniest bikini and a couple beach outfits. Everything else will be provided.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  I hung up the phone and started getting dressed while I called a property called Beach Bungalow Babies. It was a tired name, and one that wouldn’t be easy to outdo as their future competition, but what they specialized in were private luxury bungalows. They had miniature bars, room service, ocean views and walk outs right to the beach. Plus beautiful towels and hot tubs that overlooked the ocean sunsets, and they would even stock clothes for you in the closets if you asked.

  But, I wasn’t planning on us needing clothes.

  I packed a small bag and headed for the airport before I sent the car to go get Charlie. The pilot greeted me and shot me a few qu
estions on how things were going, which I answered accurately enough with answers I’d rehearsed on the way there. I was anxious for our romantic weekend getaway, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on Charlie’s face when she saw the bungalow I’d rented for us.

  When Charlie made her way onto the plane, all I did was nod at her. I wanted to be in the air and out of sight before I put my hands on her. We finally reached cruising altitude and I looked over at her, but she was sound asleep in her chair with her head up against the window.

  The light snores I could hear even over the sound of the plane made me grin.

  When we landed, I hustled us off the plane. I told the pilot to enjoy his time here, and that his trip would be paid for because I would need him on standby. I hailed a car to take us to the bungalow, and then we were off.

  The sun was shining and the palm trees were blowing in the breeze. Neither of us had said a word to one another during the entire trip, and for a split second I actually doubted myself. Had I made the right decision? Was she simply waiting for me to make the first move? I was Ellison James, for fuck’s sake, since when did I question my own decisions?

  But, I was questioning this one, and that was a first for me.

  “Stay here, Charlie. I’m gonna go check us in,” I said.

  “I’ll be right here,” she said.