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

by Amy Brent

“Mm. That word is so hot on your pretty lips. How about you climb on and ride me. You’ll be able to go as hard and fast as you want.” He pulled out, and I wanted to cry at the empty feeling, and I wondered if it would hurt worse going back in. I had my answer as I climbed on him and eased down on his cock.

  The pain was like a hot knife, but I knew it would pass once he was buried deep. I inched my way down and moaned as the pain turned to the soothing ache of pleasure. He hit my depths, and as he filled me up completely, he stroked every part of me. There was one spot that was so good I ground against it, and he reached up and rubbed my breast, pinching my nipple so hard I cried out and found my release.

  “That’s right, baby girl. Come all over my cock.” He pumped his hips upward, and then he lifted me up and took me to the dresser where he propped me and thrust hard, grunting wildly as he rutted deep.

  I cried out and locked my legs around him tighter, another release washing over me like a warm bath. Soon he took my back to the bed and threw me down, hitching my legs up over his shoulders.

  “Fuck yeah, Gemma. I’m going to come so good, baby girl. Tell me where you want me to put it.” His face was hard with concentration, and I had a feeling his release was on the verge.

  “Please, please don’t pull away.” I threw my arms around him and locked my ankles as tight as I could to hold him. “Please fill me up.” I had prepared myself for a fight, but he relaxed against me.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded quickly. “Yes, please!” I held him tight. This was the man I loved. The man I’d waited for, and had wanted to give my virginity to. All of my fantasies together hadn’t been as hot as the real deal with him, especially a moment later, when he thrust hard and deep and his cock spasmed inside me. It felt so amazing that my walls tightened and I came as his hot come splashed my depths.

  We stilled together as if all of our energy had suddenly run out and I buried my face against him. Then he lifted me from the bed, still buried inside me and didn’t put me down until we made it to the shower. He stood me on the bath rug as he pulled out and I clenched as I felt his seed trickle down my leg with the remnants of my virginity.

  Chapter 13

  Whitt

  Gemma was so sexy, and even though she’d gone a bit taboo on me, I managed to keep seeing her as the young woman before me. As she stood in the shower spray, her makeup washed away to reveal that smatter of pale freckles and those rose petal lips. Her nipples were tight and pink as was her little pussy which was still no doubt dripping from the heavy load I’d given her.

  I knew it was risky, and I should have been more careful, but I had dreamt of doing it so many times that I couldn’t deny her when she’d begged for it. It had felt so good to soak her tight hole, and I couldn’t wait to get back inside her.

  I brought my hand down to wash her tender slit, and I couldn’t help but push a finger deep inside. She moaned and threw her head back, and I brought my mouth down on hers. We stood kissing, my palm working her mound as my finger fucked her. I slipped another one in, the tight fit had me worried, but her juices helped it glide with ease.

  “It feels so good.” She leaned against me, and I knew she was running out of energy. It was late when she’d arrived, and after the fucking, I’d given her, the orgasms that had weakened her, she was ready to collapse.

  “I should stop.” I kissed her shoulder. But a greedy part of me knew I wouldn’t until I’d had her again. I wanted to bury deep inside that sopping hole and fuck it until splashed all over my balls.

  “No, please don’t. I want to come again.” Knowing she wanted it too, and so badly that she begged, had me eager.

  “Let’s get you back to bed, and I’ll slow fuck you until you fall asleep.” I kissed her hair, and she moaned.

  “Don’t ever stop.” I worked my finger against her spongy little g-spot, and she cried out as an orgasm hit, and her knees buckled. I held her up and stroked her relentlessly as she came apart.

  After I carried her back to the bed and stretched her out beside me, and she purred next to me turning to spoon her ass against me. I nudged my cock against her, and she ground against it.

  “I’ve got to be inside of you.” I centered myself against her and aimed for her little snatch, then pushed my cock into her from behind. She moaned, and soon she lay on her side, working her little hips to grind on my cock. Her tight channel sheathed me, and now and then the tremor of her release would milk it.

  I buried deep, kissing her neck and finally, she turned, and our mouths met. It didn’t take long to feel my release on edge, and I didn’t hold back this time knowing that she was so tired.

  I contemplated if I should pull out, but I just couldn’t. It felt too fucking good to stop, so I soaked her down and then got up to get a towel to wipe her up.

  When I returned she was on her back and had a finger between her legs stirring my release, and then she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.

  “Mm. We taste good together. I want to suck it.” She looked up at me with sleepy eyes, but I couldn’t deprive her. I turned over and pulled the covers down, and she settled beside me, shifting her body so she could reach my cock, and then she took it into her mouth.

  I had softened considerably, but there was still blood flow, and it felt amazing as she sucked me, now and then pulling the remnants of my seed from me.

  I pulled her legs up and had her settle atop me and licked her tight slit, still tasting myself mixed with her.

  I tongued her little clit and fucked her hole with my fingertips, working it against her g-spot to make her whimper. After giving her another orgasm, which did her in, I lay behind her and pulled her close. I kissed her neck and stroked her hair as she fell asleep in my arms.

  The next morning, I woke late to her stirring beside me and her delicate hands gripping my erection.

  “You’re insatiable.” I ground my hips against her, and she rolled over and straddled me.

  “Is that a bad thing?” She positioned herself on my cock and slowly eased down, wincing as I sliced into her.

  I’d created a monster, and she’d repressed herself for so long that I bet she was going to be extra needy. “No, but I can tell you’re sore. You will be for a couple of days, especially if you keep it up.” She kissed me and then gently rode me until she orgasmed then I rolled her over and was just seconds away from my release when my phone rang.

  “You better get that. It could be Lila.” My daughter’s names stopped me mid-thrust, and I pulled away, realizing the gravity of what I’d done. Shit.

  Sure enough, it was my daughter, and I sat up on the bed as Gemma settled beside me and gave a sharp hello.

  “Well aren’t you Mr. Pleasant in the morning, Daddy. I hope I didn’t wake you, but I’m on my way to the house. I’ll be home through the weekend, and then I’m going back to Daniel’s.” I wanted to argue with her. I remembered the time when she’d spend her weeks and nights at home and maybe be gone a weekend, but now the roles were reversed, and she was spending more time there with him. I was losing my daughter.

  But that was the last thing I should have been worried about because losing my daughter was a certainty if she came home to find Gemma and me together. “How far out are you?” Gemma leaned over, and I sucked in a breath as she took my cock into her mouth. Payback for the Mary incident.

  On the phone, Lila sighed. “Oh, that’s just perfect! You’ve got someone over. I don’t know why you wait until I’m gone like you’re keeping some huge secret and then you wonder why I don’t like any of them. Please tell me it’s not Samantha!” She’d hated my ex, and I couldn’t blame her, but I was certain that if I did admit who I was with, she’d freak out even worse. “I don’t think I could handle that.”

  I pushed Gemma down on my cock half-listening to Lila as I prepared to bust my nut deep in her friend’s mouth. Dammit. Gemma worked me just how she had under my desk that day, holding me in her mouth and rolling her tongue around my shaft w
hile trying to be quiet and act natural.

  I put the phone against my chest as my release came, not wanting to hear Lila when it happened, and then I pulled Gemma off and gave her a hard glare. She wiped her mouth and smiled, and I gestured to her to get up. She gave me a smirk as she got to her feet. She went around the other side of the bed and gathered her clothes and put them on.

  “This is why I want to move out. So, you can live your life and not have to feel like we’re sneaking around all the time. You’re a grown man; I’m a grown woman. I’m in love and like it or not, Daniel and I are going to be married. Maybe not today or next week, but soon. You’ll have to get used to it.”

  “You’re my daughter, and he’s an old man.” I glared across at Gemma who was standing there in her wrinkled dress stepping into her panties. “I don’t want to fight.”

  “I’m not fighting, Daddy. I wish you would find a nice woman, someone you feel comfortable with that I’ll like meeting and want to hang out with.”

  If that were true, then I had just the girl.

  She let out a long groan. “I’ll be there in twenty. Hurry up and hide your girlfriend.” She slammed the phone down, and I turned to Gemma.

  What had I done?

  I stepped closer, trying hard to refrain from pulling her into my arms and kissing her, but it had to end. “Lila is on her way.”

  She gave me a sly grin. “Great, so we can all have breakfast together.” She giggled.

  I was not amused. “Not funny, Gemma. You just blew me with Lila on the phone! Her call has only made me see this is a huge mistake. We can’t do this. I don’t want to sneak around Lila, and you’re her best friend. How are you going to look her in the eye knowing we’re doing this?”

  “The same way I looked her in the eyes all of this time knowing that I was in love with you and that I wanted to give myself to you.” She stepped forward a

  nd kissed me and then gathered her bag. “She’s my best friend, and I love her. I’d never want to hurt her, Whitt. But you deserve to be happy, and I know you want me. Why fight it now?”

  “It’s not right, Gemma. I think we need to stop while we can. You’ve gotten your fantasy, now let’s let it go.” I was torn inside knowing I didn’t mean a word of it, but that it was for the best. Lila’s voice had brought me to my senses, cleared the fog of lust that had led me to act on my dark fantasies.

  “You don’t mean it, and if you think I’ve gotten my fantasy, you’re wrong. I have so much more I want with you.”

  “It’s not going to happen. I can’t have more with you. You knew that going into this. It was all about a fantasy for both of us, but we can’t ever be a couple, Gemma. It’s not realistic.”

  “So, we’ll just fuck then. You can’t tell me that you didn’t like it.” She stepped closer, stroking my cheek as she cupped my face. “I felt the way you liked it. You were so tender with me and thorough. You know it was hot. You know you’ll want it again, and I’ll be right there for the taking.”

  She was right. She’d be at the office daily to taunt me. She’d be a permanent temptation, but one I’d resist, I had to. My only option would be to let her go, and deep down there was no way I’d ever do that.

  Lila wouldn’t want her fired and would be torn up if I did that to Gemma. She had me by the balls.

  “I’ll see you later, lover.” She planted a kiss on my cheek and gave me a wink as she walked to the door. Thankfully she was gone by the time Lila arrived.

  Chapter 14

  Gemma

  I hadn’t expected to hear from Lila so soon, and it was an even bigger shock that she wanted me to go with her to the Strand to go shopping.

  She turned in the mirror and checked out her ass in the new jeans as I sat on the bench waiting. “How do you think they look? I think my ass looks even flatter than usual.”

  “You look great, but maybe go a different shade of denim. Especially if you want to wear them with that top.”

  “You’re right; darker will be better, right?” She let out a long sigh. “I’m not sure what I’m doing. I’m so scatterbrained after coming home yesterday.”

  She’d gotten home probably no more than ten minutes after I’d left. “What do you mean?” I hated to press the conversation, but I wanted to know what had happened between her and her father. I only hoped the conversation didn’t lead to me having to lie. The omission was bad enough.

  “Daddy had a woman over. He’s so worried about me and my relationships, but he doesn’t care that his own is so trashy that he can’t even introduce me. I mean, he rushed her out of there like she was some kind of dirty secret. I’m an adult and assuming she is too; then I don’t see why adults can’t sit down and meet one another over breakfast. Besides, I feel like that’s why he’s not serious about anyone. Well, that and the fact that Samantha broke his heart. The bitch. I really hate her, and I was afraid that’s who he was with. He swears it wasn’t, but I don’t know. He’s lied to me before.”

  “What do you mean, he’s lied to you?” I wanted to know if she had any secrets to tell and sure enough she did.

  “Did you know he gets around at the office? There’s a woman named Mary. He dated her for like five minutes, and then there’s this new designer, Ashley. I know he was with her. He tries to deny it, but they had been at the house before, and I wasn’t there. I came home to find them walking out, both a little too out of breath if you ask me.” She shook her head, and my face reddened.

  He’d had me suck him in front of Mary, and I was sure that I’d taken calls from an Ashely. I wondered how many more there were and if I was just another notch in his desk. Knowing this there was no way I was going to let him get away. He wasn’t going to push me off so he could be with someone else.

  “Are you okay, Gemma?”

  “Yeah, I’m just a little tired. I need to do something that will wake me up. You know what I’ve been thinking about?” She shrugged and pulled the jeans down her tanned legs and stepped out of them as I continued. “You remember how we used to spend all of our weekends by the pool?”

  “Oh yeah, it’s been too long. Do you want to go back to the house and go for a dip?” She was reading my mind.

  “I think it’s just what the doctor ordered; sun therapy.” I let out a sigh and threw my head back as if I were basking in it.

  “I could use some vitamin D myself. Our suits are still in the bathhouse if you think you still want to wear that skimpy bikini around my father.” She made a face, and I shrugged.

  “Your dad is hot, who knows, maybe he’ll check me out.” I gave her a wink, and she laughed.

  “You’d be a welcome date for him, for sure. I hate all the women he’s with, so at least I’d like you.” She gave me a nudge, and we returned the clothes to the rack and headed out.

  On the way, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said, but I knew it was just hypothetical and she’d never really go for it.

  “Hey, let’s stop and grab some wine. Dad’s all out, and I’m sure whatever he did have, some skank has had her mouth on.” Lila headed across town to get our fix, and I waited in the car. After, we drove back toward her father’s mansion.

  “Are you going to drink with me?” Lila said as she pulled out onto the interstate.

  “Maybe a glass. I didn’t eat, remember.”

  “Why didn’t you grab something? You’re not doing that whole not-eating thing again, are you? It’s not healthy.”

  “No, It's because I had a late breakfast. I’m sure I’ll be famished once we swim.” Swimming had always worked up my appetite, and I had always loved going to the Porter kitchen to make myself a sandwich with honey ham and swiss on honey wheat. “Don’t worry, if I get hungry, I’ll go inside to make me a queen bee.”

  “You always loved those sandwiches. My dad still keeps that stuff around. He hasn’t given the cook a new menu in a decade.”

  “Lucky me, the queen bee sandwich lives on.” We shared a laugh, and it felt nice to be with her,
though the wonder if her father was going to speak to me again, stayed at the forefront of my mind.

  He couldn’t avoid me forever, and I had ways to get what I wanted. I hadn’t waited all of these years for one night.

  Upon arriving, we went out to the bathhouse to change. We both stripped naked, and I slipped my bikini bottoms on. “I haven’t worn this in like two years; I hope it still fits these tits.”

  “You did fill out a bit; I wish I had.” She stepped into her bottoms, and I couldn’t help but peek at her trimmed pussy. “I also couldn’t help but notice that you waxed. Do you have a special someone?” She gave me an eye and giggled.

  “No. I wish.”

  “Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it go.” Her laughter filled the room. “I’m still seriously jealous of your tits. You’ve always had better ones.” She stared at my breasts as she covered her own.

  “It’s not a competition, Lila.” I didn’t want to tell her how much her father had appreciated them, and my nipples hardened thinking about him.

  “I know, you sound like my father.” She rolled her eyes, and I knew that she was still pissed that he hadn’t let her get an enhancement surgery for her breasts when we were seventeen, and I didn’t blame him. She had been mad at us both for teaming up against her.

  We went out to the pool, and I got inside, enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze that had my nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of my bikini top.