The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “It was you, Travis. This baby was conceived in pleasure, and he deserved a chance to live. Even if I never saw you again, I knew I wanted to look into his eyes and be reminded of the most amazing sex I’d ever had. The most amazing sex I’ve ever had,” she added softly.

  “You’ve ever had …?” my voice trailed off.

  And she blushed again.

  “Well yes. After I found out I was pregnant, I started getting big,” she said gesturing to her new body. “Who would want to date a pregnant lady anyways? So yes, you’re the only man I’ve been with, even now. And then I gave birth, and I’m still big,” she said, this time her voice trailing off.

  My stare was hungry, gaze appreciative.

  “You look even better than before,” came my raspy voice. “Even more beautiful and desirable.”

  The brunette parted her lips in a sweet smile.

  “Thank you Travis. You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass.”

  But I shook my head fiercely.

  “I’m not blowing smoke baby. You look amazing. I can’t wait to see what’s under that robe.”

  Because shit, I wanted her. Knowing that she was the mother of my child only made me want Jane even more, that fleshy, fertile body stamped with my sperm, bearing the proof of our love.

  But Jane is no dummy. Raising her eyes to me, she asked me simply.

  “Are you here to stay? What are your plans, Travis? Because now that you know, is anything different?”

  And the tsunami that shook my heart almost knocked me off my feet. Because yes, everything was different to the nth degree. Knowing that the girl of my dreams had had my child changed everything, and I nodded like a madman, taking those small hands in mine.

  “Sweetheart,” came my growl. “I’ve thought of nothing but you for the past year. What I did,” came my achy voice. “Was wrong. Absolutely wrong.”

  She nodded slightly but then blushed.

  “But I wanted it,” was her breathy admission. “Does that still make it wrong?”

  Oh shit, oh shit. My cock jerked, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. I had to get into her stat. But there were words to be said, the truth escaping from my lips.

  “Honey, you’re young,” I began again.

  “Not that young,” she interrupted, meeting my gaze. “I’m legal.”

  Aw shit, my dick jerked again, but I forced myself to continue.

  “You’re young, so you don’t know,” I continued, my tones deep and serious. “What I did with you was wrong. Even if you said yes, you couldn’t really say yes, do you understand? You were in a compromised position.”

  Her forehead scrunched for a second.

  “But how?” was her plaintive question. “Doesn’t yes mean yes?”

  Oh shit. Kids these days get some much sex ed training that a word as simple as “yes” gets twisted around in meaning. But I had to try. I owed it to her.

  “Sweetheart,” I began again. “Of course yes means yes. But you were in an impossible position. You came in expecting to get an exam. You came in expecting a professional relationship, and I was the health care provider. I was supposed to be a guiding hand, a senior figure responsible for your well-being.”

  She smiled sweetly.

  “I know that,” was her soft reply. “And you did care about my well-being. Very well in fact.”

  The play on words made my lips quirk slightly.

  “Jane,” I said seriously this time, squeezing those small hands in a firm grasp. “You’re beautiful and young. What I did to you is wrong, and never should have happened. The circumstances, honey? I’ve re-lived them again and again in my head. I violated the oath I took so long ago as a young doctor. I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry.”

  She smiled again, this time resting one small palm against my cheek.

  “I forgive you Dr. Morgan. In fact, I was never angry. Because little Noah is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  My throat closed, eyes suddenly feeling suspiciously hot.

  “His name is Noah?” came my voice, trembly and weak. Oh shit, oh shit, the words were so hard to get out, my tone strangled.

  She nodded.

  “His name is Noah, and Travis,” she said on a whisper. “He looks just like you. The same black hair and blue eyes. The same dimple and mischievous smile,” she said, moving on finger to trace over my lips. “The same way of worming your way into my heart.”

  And I was a lost man then. Slowly, I licked that digit as she rubbed it against my mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuck. My baby wasn’t angry. In fact, the opposite. The son we had together was the best thing in her life, and she was a beautiful, beaming mother, healthy and rested, staring at me with love.

  “Life hasn’t been easy since you were gone,” she acknowledged softly. “And I wasn’t sure that you’d ever come back. But I went to church every week, said my prayers every night, and guess what? They were answered.”

  My heart almost tore from my chest then.

  “And in response to your question,” came my low, raspy growl. “I’m not leaving here. I’m in Perth to stay. Wherever you and Noah are, is where I’m gonna be.”

  That smile was enough to give sight to a blind man.

  “Oh good, Dr. Morgan. Because I need something from you.”

  Bending my head, I kissed her cheek before gently trailing a tongue against that elegant jawline.

  “What is it sweetheart? What’s mine is yours.”

  And the brunette leaned back for a moment, smiling sweetly.

  “I need your cock, Dr. Morgan. I’ve been dreaming of it for a year now, and I need it real bad. I’m empty without you, my pussy’s like an open hole without a plug.”

  And I was on her then. Because she wasn’t the only one having wet dreams. I needed this luscious form, the huge Double Ds, that sweetly creaming cunt on my dick once more. With rough hands, the paper gown was torn from her body, thrown to the floor like a piece of trash.

  “Bend over,” I rasped. “Get up baby, stretch.”

  Her mouth opened into a surprised “O.”

  “Right now?” she whispered.

  My grin was immediate.

  “Sweetheart, the first time we made love was right here. It was good once, it’ll be even better the second time around. Now right here, honey. Bend over the exam table, show me your cunt.”

  And moaning, the girl did as told. Slowly that sinuous back bent over until her rump was poised in the air, luscious and white, exposing her all.

  Because oh shit, she was beautiful. Her white butt cheeks spread, revealing a hot, puffy pink slit, already dripping with juices. And I couldn’t help it. Bending down, I took a deep taste, sampling that delicious dew.

  “Oh Travis,” she moaned, throwing her head back, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh Travis!”

  And I’m still a doctor at heart. After everything that’s happened, my medical skills came to the fore, and I popped out my otoscope. It’s a handheld device that every physician has, with a triangular head that lights up when you peer into babies’ ears.

  Except I wasn’t using it to peer into anyone’s ears or nose. I was going to look into my sweet girl’s cunt and ass.

  “Open wide,” I commanded. “Reach a hand between your legs and show me those ruby insides.”

  She gasped, eyes going wide.

  “What? But Tr-Travis, I’m not a virgin anymore. There’s nothing to see up there.”

  “I know sweetheart. I just want to see how tight you are, and if the baby’s stretched you out any.”

  She giggled then.

  “I’m not stretched out at all. It hurts to put even a tampon up there. I’m still practicing,” she admitted, face flushing beautifully. “I’m using the teen training tampons that are half as thick and half as long as prep.”

  My dick literally spurted then, leaving a wet splotch on my pants. That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but there was nothing like seeing with your own eyes.

  “Open up sweetheart,�
�� came my growl. “Do as I ask.”

  And giggling again, the girl obeyed. But Jane is a dirty whore, because she did me one better.

  “How about this?” she asked breathily. “How do you like this, Dr. Morgan?”

  Because with one hand, she reached down between her legs, pulling those pussy lips apart and showing me the glistening flesh. But with her other hand, she reached back and held one big butt cheek to the right so that her brown hole was revealed.

  “How about that?” she cooed, big boobies swaying as both her secret spaces were revealed. “You like that instead?”

  And oh fuck, oh fuck, but it was all over. Because instrument in hand, I couldn’t resist. I angled it towards those pussy lips and shone the light into her vaginal canal. Beautiful. Pink, pulsing walls, healthy and firm. With one finger, I reached inside and stroked the tightness, nectar coating my digit.

  “Fuck baby,” came my rasp, popping it into my mouth. “Fuck you’re so healthy, you’ve been eating well.”

  Because her personal ambrosia was sweet and tangy, exactly what I wanted coating my dick. But there was still another hole as well. Scope in hand, I pointed it at her butt then, homing in on that tight asshole.

  “Wider,” came my harsh grunt. “Pull yourself open even more.”

  And the girl complied. Moaning gutturally, she reached both hands back to pull her ass cheeks apart, revealing that steaming brownie. And pushing the head into her anus, I took a deep, penetrating look.

  Oh shit, she was beautiful. The chocolate depths were dry and aromatic, beckoning to me, so clean and yet dirty at once.

  “Do you like it?” she whispered hotly, looking at me over her shoulder. “Is this what you like? Because I’ll let you put it in.”

  And how can a man resist a statement like that? Immediately, my finger circled her rim, rubbing the tight ring before pressing on those rigid pleats.

  “Let go,” was my groaned command. “Relax and let go.”

  And closing her eyes, the girl’s brow lowered in concentration.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, big boobies dangling even as her butt strained. “Mmmm.”

  “No honey,” I said softly, leaning down to lick her anus once. “Don’t strain. That’s the wrong thing, not like you’re giving birth all over again. Breathe deep and just flow. Imagine warm honey coating your body and worming its way up your ass. That’s how you get relaxed.”

  And taking another deep breath, the brunette tried again.

  “Unnnnh,” she moaned, eyes closed, chin tipping up. “Unnnn. Is that better?”

  And it was. This time, I got my finger all the way up to the first knuckle in that tight rectum.

  “Great job,” I praised. “Amazing work, sweet thing, we’re definitely making progress.” Because she was getting dick up there, my baby was gonna swallow me with her ass today.

  But there was no reason to freak her out just yet.

  “Honey,” I began slowly. “Do you think you can take this up there?”

  And in my hand was a set of plastic ben wa balls. They’re not exactly medical devices. Well they are, if you believe in all that karma sutra shit.

  “What is that?” she gasped, eyeing the purple plastic. “Do they go in my …?”

  I laughed.

  “They sure do, sweet pea. But let’s get you in a more comfortable position. And I promise, we’ll use lube. Come on, sweetheart. Sit here.”

  Carefully, I slid a rolling stool towards her. It was about two and a half feet tall, just a regular stool a doctor uses during exams.

  She straightened, eyeing it.

  “Just sit? Like normal?”

  I paused for an instant.

  “Sit,” I commanded, “And then we’ll talk.”

  Slowly, she levered that lush, gorgeous form onto the stool before lifting caramel brown eyes to me.

  “What next then?” she asked.

  “Lean forward a little,” was my harsh growl. “Put your hands on the seat and lean forwards a little.”

  Obeying my girl put both hands on the stool between her legs and leaned forward.

  “More,” I commanded. “Bend over more.”

  The brunette kept leaning forward until her knees parted nicely, butt almost lifting off the edge. But that was exactly what I wanted.

  “Keep going sweetheart. Move back a little while leaning forward so that your bottom hangs off the edge of the seat. The doctor wants access.”

  And finally, Jane realized what I was doing. I was positioning her ass so that it was poised right up over the edge of the chair, with easy entree to both holes.

  “Oh!” she cried out, eyes scandalized. “Oh oh!”

  Because once she was in position, I went straight for the target. Gripping the ben-wa balls firmly, I began insertion.

  “Oh!” the girl cried out, fingers white knuckled as they gripped the stool. “Oh oh!”

  I growled from behind her.

  “You ever put anything up here before, sweetheart? Or is this your first time?”

  She couldn’t answer immediately, completely focused on the sensations in her ass.

  “This – this is my first time,” she panted, beautiful body quivering, a sheen of sweat forming on those haunches. “This is my first.”

  I growled appreciatively.

  “Ben wa balls are a medically accepted method of stretching your anus. Did you know that sweetheart? Along with butt plugs, we recommend these things to patients with ulcerative colitis whose rectal canals have been scarred as a result of their disease.”

  This was the medicine man in me talking. But my eyes were anything but professional. Because it looked so good, watching those purple balls disappear up her butt one by one, each one going in slow and then disappearing as they were accepted by that curvy body.

  “Unnnh,” the girl moaned, eyes squeezed shut as her ass was invaded. “Unnnh, oh god.”

  “Good girl,” I praised, cock now jutting out ninety degrees. Because when her back was turned, I took everything off, now just as butt naked as her. “Good girl sweetheart. I’m gonna pull it out now, you ready?”

  But she couldn’t answer, every cell focused on the back tunnel invasion.

  “Okay, here we go. Let’s stretch that tight little rim.”

  And slowly, I pulled the ben wa balls out, one by one. It was fucking disgusting to watch for sure. Her rim elongated slowly as the circumference grew, stretching obscenely. And slowly, one by one each ball popped out, leaving the girl gasping and panting, anal gape visible.

  “Beautiful,” I rumbled, bending down and licking that darkness, making her shriek. “Gorgeous.”

  Because there was an end goal to all this. I was putting dick into that dark channel, this was all foreplay. Squeezing some medical grade lube into my fist, I rubbed it all over my fat cock.

  “You ready honey? This isn’t gonna be so bad because first, you’re already worked over, and second, this lube ain’t your mama’s lube. This is the shit we use for deep dicking.”

  She gasped, looking at me over one slim shoulder.

  “Doctors use special lube for sex?” she whispered. “What is it?”

  I chuckled deep in my throat.

  “Oh yeah. We have access to the best stuff, and that includes lubricants. This shit is straight up for operations, providing the best control and clinically appropriate feel, while reducing unwanted noise.”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “Clinically appropriate feel? Unwanted noise?”

  A chuckle sounded from deep within my chest.

  “Hell yeah, sweetheart. You know regular lube? That shit almost squeaks, it’s fucking annoying. Now this here stuff sounds wet, but it squelches instead of squeaks. It’s way better.”

  Her mouth opened and closed once, no sounds coming out. So I continued.

  “And yeah, this lube provides the best range of motion when using a device. No weird slippage, plus it lengthens the life of equipment sometimes. Did you know that? Of course, we�
��re not looking for an appropriate feel, I’m giving you something deep and hard, it’s the opposite of appropriate.”

  And with that, her mouth snapped shut, eyes still wide. But Jane is a brave girl. Oh yeah, I’d already taken her cherry and given her a baby. This was gonna be a walk in the park.

  “Okay Dr. Morgan. But be gentle, please? I just – I’m not sure,” she said, chin quivering. “You’re so big.”