The Billionaire's Arrangement (Billionaire, BWWM, Pregnancy)

by Simone Watson

  “Oh, no, please don’t,” I teased, my voice a singsong tone. This wasn’t the first time we’d played this game. It was silly and stupid, but I liked it. I liked that we’d developed a routine like this. I was comfortable role-playing with him. I trusted him.

  I liked him, I was realizing. I genuinely liked him.

  I reminded myself that the other L-word was off limits. This was a business arrangement only- I could like him; have fun with him; have the most amazing sex I’d ever had in my life with him; but the big L word? That was out of the question.

  Wordlessly, he cuffed me to the head of the bed, my hands above me tightly. “Now, whatever will I do with you here?”

  “I’m at your mercy, kind sir,” I said, mustering the best “helpless” voice I could. “But whatever you do, please use protection. You see, I’m not on any birth control and I’m very fertile. In fact, I'm ovulating today. If you put your big giant cock inside me without protection, I’m sure I’d end up pregnant.”

  He made this sound under his breath that sounded like a growl, but I recognized it as his “tell,” this thing he did when he was really turned on by something I did, or how I looked.

  And he was definitely turned on. His thick cock was erect; I guessed his cock missed me just as much as he had. I watched him appreciatively as he walked to the bed, and then straddled me, moving toward my head until it was right there in front of me.

  I savored it with my eyes, his big beautiful cock, from the thick shaft to the bulbous head. A tiny droplet of pre-cum glistened on the end, and as he brought his cock toward my face, I opened my mouth. A surge of desire rushed through me, and I knew that if he were to reach between my legs and touch me, I’d certainly be wet.

  But he didn’t. He just touched his cock to my lips, and I ran the tip of my tongue over the end, tasting his saltiness.

  “You missed this, didn’t you?” he asked as I rolled my tongue around the tip over and over, my hands pinned above me so that I couldn’t move.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I said, my mouth too full of him to answer.

  “You missed having this cock in your mouth, having this cock in your wet pussy.” He thrust himself deeper into my mouth now, and I forced myself to relax into it. I’d never deep throated anyone before him, but he’d taught me, inch by inch.

  I murmured my response. The truth was, I loved having his cock shoved so deep into my mouth that my eyes watered. I loved the way he fucked me, hard and unforgiving. It was like something out of my most forbidden fantasies. I used my tongue the way he had instructed before, rubbing it along the base of his cock, focused on that little ridge underneath, the sensitive spot that always made him crazy with lust.

  Brice thrust into me, harder and harder, fucking my face. There was nothing I could do, with my hands restrained the way they were, but even if they hadn’t have been cuffed, I wouldn’t have moved. I loved this.

  Then, with a groan, he stopped, pulling his cock from my mouth. “Your mouth is too good,” he said, his voice gravelly. “If I’m not careful, I’m going to come.”

  “We definitely don’t want that, do we?” I asked.

  “I’m saving all of my seed for you, for your sweet pussy,” he said. He trailed his hand down my chest, between my breasts, and I arched my body up to meet him. His warm palm on my breast, he kneaded my flesh, then thumbed over my nipple, bringing it to attention at his touch. I moaned then, but I cried out louder when he came down on my breast, enveloping it with his mouth and swirling my nipple around and around with his tongue.

  “Oh my God, Brice,” I called out. “Yes, yes.”

  He sucked my breasts until they were so sensitive, overloaded with stimulation, that I was writhing under his touch. “I’ve definitely missed these,” he said, cupping them with his hands as he straddled me. I could barely focus on his words because I was too consumed with the hardness of his cock, resting right on my mound. If I just arched a little bit, I thought, maybe he would slip inside me.

  “I’ve missed you, Brice,” I moaned. He leaned forward, kissing me lightly on the lips, then harder as his tongue found mine. When he pulled away from me, a strange look on his face, I went further, my heart racing. “I mean, not just the sex. Not just your cock. I missed having you here.”

  It was true. I deliberately avoided the big L-word. I didn’t know if I felt that way, anyway. But I had missed him.

  It felt like a huge risk, saying that. Like I was opening myself up, making myself vulnerable. He could laugh at me, or worse, tell me it was some kind of breach of our contract to blur the boundaries between us, employer and employee. I tried to remember if the contract mentioned anything like that.

  But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, passionately, then reached up to unlock the handcuffs above my head.

  “Why did you do that?” I asked.

  “Because I want to feel your hands on me when I touch you. I want to feel you,” he said. “I missed you, too. And not just your pussy. Although your pussy is fantastic.”

  He kissed me, our tongues furiously finding each other. His hands roamed my body, then he trailed kisses along the length of me, over my shoulders and across my breasts, then down my stomach before he reached my mound. I felt his warm breath between my legs, and his tongue on my clit, sending a shock of arousal through my body. All of my nerve endings were on fire, consumed by my desire for him.

  Brice covered my pussy with his mouth, licking and sucking my clit until I was practically begging for him, my fingers laced through his hair, pulling it at the roots as moved higher and higher, closer to the edge.

  “Please,” I gasped. “Yes. That feels so good, yes.”

  He let out a growl, then pulled his mouth from between my legs, sliding up my body until he was over me, his face near mine. With one swift thrust, he was inside me, his movements slow and steady as he built up a rhythm. I groaned, moving with him, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could push deeper inside me.

  “Your pussy is so...fucking...tight,” he said, punctuating each word with another thrust into me.

  “Oh God,” I gasped. “Your cock is so huge.” His cock filled me up like nothing I could have ever imagined. It was hard to believe I was here, in this mansion, being fucked like I was right now by a billionaire - a very white billionaire- and his enormous cock.

  But I was. And I was loving it. I wanted him to fill every inch of me. His cock, bare inside my pussy, with no condom, no protection, was the ultimate fantasy.

  He slid his hands under my knees, pulling them up as he thrust into me, his movements more urgent now. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Do you feel that? Do you feel my bare cock inside you? Do you like it like that - with no protection at all?”

  I moaned. “I want you to fill me up with your cum,” I said. “I want you to fill my pussy up with your cum, make me pregnant.”

  He thrust harder inside me, faster now, as he brought me higher and higher. I could feel pleasure radiating from my core through my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and my toes. My skin felt like it was on fire. I was so sensitive when I was ovulating. It was like my entire body was trying to get me pregnant.

  Brice held up my knees, angling my hips up so he could thrust deeper inside me. "Do you feel that?" he asked. "Do you feel my hard cock up against your cervix?"

  "Oh my God, yes," I said. I knew he was so deep, that if he came inside me now, flooding me with his seed, he was dangerously close to getting me pregnant.

  "I'm going to come inside you," he warned. "I'm going to fill you up with so much cum."

  "Do it," I begged. I could feel my pussy throbbing around his cock. His cock felt like it was about to explode, and I pictured him coming inside me, unleashing his seed.

  The image pushed me over the edge. I clawed wildly at his back, my fingernails digging into his skin as I let go, my orgasm overtaking me. I screamed. "Oh God, I'm coming!"

  My pussy clenched down around him, my muscles milkin
g him for every ounce of his delicious seed.

  "Fuck, Tierra," he screamed. "Take all of it. Take all of my cum." With one final thrust, he came inside me, flooding me with warmth, filling me up with his seed. My muscles continued to spasm around his cock, pulling his cum deep inside me.

  For a while after that, he lay there, not moving, my knees up, my hips angled in the air. "Stay like this," he whispered. I knew it was to let his sperm travel inside me, to give me a better chance at getting pregnant.

  But as I lay there, I knew that this was it. I didn't say anything to Brice, because I knew it would sound crazy, but as we lay there, his cock still inside me, coming down from our orgasms, I knew he had gotten me pregnant. There was just something about this time that I knew it was right. I could feel it in my body.

  I imagined myself a couple months from now, my breasts swollen and tender, my belly protruding slightly, and thought that this was certainly something I never expected when I answered that ad.

  I felt happy, lying there with him, my hand running up and down his back. And that was dangerous, given my arrangement with Mr. Anderson. There was no way he would fall for me- he considered me just an employee. And that was that.

  Brice kissed the top of my forehead, then ran his finger down the side of my face. "I like the way you look, lying here afterwards," he said. "Your face...it's so peaceful."

  I smiled. "It's because I feel peaceful," I said. And that was the truth. Maybe there would be something more between us. But right now, I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted to think about the way Brice felt, lying here inside me.