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The Billionaire's STEP Surrogate

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by Wild, Nikki


  She shook her head, laughing. That was insane. It was just some errant, inappropriate thought formed by the delirious magnitude of her grief. She didn’t think that way about her stepfather. That would have been wrong.

  But her protestations didn’t explain the wetness in her panties as she put her car into drive, nor the way her heart had skipped a beat when he had called himself “Daddy.”

  A few hours later, Nicole was sitting in her stepfather’s study, her eyes wide as she stared at him across his desk.

  “You… you want me to do what?” she whispered to him.

  Thomas smiled. He was a very handsome man with a strong, square jaw, champagne-colored eyes, and hair as dark as the mahogany desk that separated them. Little flecks of gray had begun to streak away from his temples, but even so, it only made him look more distinguished, especially with the five o’clock shadow he was now sporting. Nicole didn’t remember him wearing his facial hair like that back when she was living at home, and part of her thanked God for that. It would have been strange finding Thomas any sexier than he already was.

  “You don’t have to say ‘yes,’ ” he assured her, his Cheshire grin only serving to make her more anxious, and yet soothe her all at once. “It was a just a thought. Given your circumstances, it seemed like the perfect way to pull our family back together.”

  Nicole leaned back in the tufted leather seat, mulling it over. Out of all the things she’d anticipated her stepfather asking her to do in exchange for the hundred thousand dollars she needed to get her life back on track, acting as a surrogate hadn’t been one of them.

  Especially when the child inside of her would be his and her mother’s baby.

  “I’m just… surprised,” she said, peering up at him through her thick lashes. “It’s not what I expected to hear.”

  Her stepfather laughed, his pearly white teeth flashing in the light from the chandelier above them. “I bet!” he said. “But you offered, remember?”

  Nicole nodded slowly. “I guess. But how will this affect school? And, I mean, my body…”

  She looked down at her taut little tummy. She’d always been in good shape, even without trying, the kind of girl who could scarf down an entire pizza without gaining a single pound. She was the envy of all the girls on campus. Would carrying a baby change that?

  She looked into her stepfather’s eyes. He smiled warmly at her, leaning across his desk, his muscles straining through his prim, button-down shirt.

  “I’ll take care of everything,” he assured her. “Your mother has wanted a baby for some time now, but given our age differences, conceiving has been… difficult. We’ve talked about surrogacy before, but finding someone we trust has also proved a challenge.” His eyes roamed over her body in a way that made her face flush. “You’d be the perfect fit, Nicole. You’re young. You’re fertile. I’m sure the fertilized eggs would take without any problems. All you’d have to do is put up with a few months of swollen feet and a beach ball for a belly, after which time, all your troubles go away.

  “Plus,” he added, standing up and rounding his desk toward her, “you can stay here in the meantime, take some online classes. I’ll handle all the dirty business with Jude.” His expression darkened for a moment, and Nicole instinctively glanced down at his hands. His knuckles bore the scars of ancient wounds, the remnants of a time when her stepfather had been quite the kickboxer. Even though he’d given it up years ago, he still had the body to prove it, all hard planes and rippling sinew…

  She forced herself to look back up at his face, but that was really no better. Every part of him was handsome, desirable, and Nicole could only imagine what an incredibly beautiful baby he would make with her.

  With your mom, she reminded herself. Jesus, Nicole. Get a grip.

  But it was, in some way, true. She’d be the one carrying it and the one who delivered it. All her mother would do was offer up some crusty old eggs. It was her stepfather’s hot, vital sperm that would make this all possible, and her young, aching womb.

  She put a hand over her stomach. It was strange, how looking into his eyes made her feel. It made her think that carrying Thomas’s baby sounded like a great idea.

  “And Mom will be okay with this?” she asked him.

  “Are you kidding? She’ll be thrilled! You’d be making her dreams come true. And you’ve been wanting to reconcile with her, haven’t you?”

  Nicole nodded vigorously. “Of course. I just…” She laughed. “I didn’t think it’d happen quite like this, you know?”

  Thomas nodded, standing in front of her and leaning back on his desk. His slacks were so well-tailored. They hung perfectly off his frame, his narrow hips, and even accentuated the slight bulge in his crotch. She tried not to look too long, but there it was, partially swollen but not yet fully hard. She wondered briefly if it was always like that, or if he was just excited about finally finding a surrogate for his baby.

  She met his eyes again. He was so different from Jude. Thomas knew what he wanted and had the ambition and drive to go out and get it. He’d never take “no” for an answer, yet he’d still respect her boundaries as an individual. He’d always been a great father-figure to her, and Nicole appreciated his presence in her life more than she could ever properly express.

  “Mom’s so lucky,” she mused, not realizing at first that she’d said it out loud. When it dawned on her, she quickly added, “Er, I mean, not many guys would go to these lengths to make sure their wife was happy. You know?”

  “Thinking about Jude?” he asked her, crossing his arms over his hard, broad chest. His muscles welled beneath his forearms, and she shuddered. “You deserve better than that, Nicole. We all knew it. But I’m still sorry things turned out the way they did.”

  “I know,” she assured him. “I guess I just lost sight of what being around a good man was like.” She smiled feebly. “I’ll remember from now on. I promise.”

  Thomas reached down, gently brushing his fingers over the curve of Nicole’s cheek. She gasped softly, her eyelashes fluttering. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like that. Jude certainly never had. He’d only ever been interested in one thing, and even that had fallen to the wayside by the end. Nicole realized suddenly how desperate she’d been for this kind of attention, and for how long, too.

  But it was coming from her stepfather. Shouldn’t she see that as Platonic and parental?

  The way Thomas was looking at her, though, was anything but. “You’ve grown up so much,” he whispered, a small smile turning up the corners of his full, soft mouth. “You’re such a beautiful young woman now.”

  “Daddy,” she whispered back, her breath stolen from her lungs. “I’m… I’m happy to be home…”

  “You should have never left,” he said, “and I should never have let your mother try to put so much distance between us. You were missed, Nicole. Do you know that?”

  She nodded slowly, her face still cupped in his palm. “I do now.”

  Thomas looked at her for a time, his hazel eyes searching her face. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but a few agonizingly long moments later, he seemed to have found it. He stood up, relieving Nicole of his touch, and closed his office door.

  “I think we can do better than just a hundred thousand dollars,” he told her, “don’t you?”

  Nicole frowned. She hadn’t been expecting anything more than that. “What do you mean?” she asked him.

  Thomas turned the lock slowly. She heard it click into place before he turned to face her again, stalking toward her like a predator tracking its prey. “What if I were to offer you a little more—say, half a million?”

  Nicole’s eyes nearly fell out of her skull. “Half… half a million dollars?!”

  Thomas put his finger to his lips to quiet her. Then he nodded. “Five hundred thousand. Hell, make it a full million. I know quality when I see it.” He stopped just a few inches from her. She could see his manhood swelling again. It was beginning to
press against his zipper. “A million dollars, Nicole. That’s what I’ll pay you to be our surrogate… the natural way.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. She felt a rolling heat between her thighs. As it passed, she found her panties moistened. “You mean…”

  She knew what he meant. She wasn’t stupid, but she wanted him to say it. Some part of her needed to hear him speak the words out loud. She needed to know that her hot stepfather wanted to put a baby in her belly with his thick, meaty cock.

  She had no idea where these intense desires were coming from. She knew they were bad, wrong, and utterly taboo. But they were so delicious, too, and she couldn’t help squirming as Thomas drew near.

  “Let Daddy get you pregnant, princess,” he said, brushing his hand down the side of her cheek once more. Only this time, his fingers didn’t stop at her face. He let them trail down her jaw, over her neck, and to the center of her collar bone just above her heaving breasts. “Let me put a baby in you the old-fashioned way.”

  It was all Nicole could do not to spread her legs right there. She didn’t know if it was something Jude’s betrayal had done to her, or if in some twisted way she wanted to get back at her mom, but whatever it was, she found her stepfather’s proposition irresistible.

  A million dollars didn’t hurt, either. She could do a lot with that money. She’d never be under anyone’s control ever again—not unless she wanted to.

  She nodded slowly, but Thomas didn’t accept that answer. He traced along the neckline of her sweater, his eyes locked on hers.

  “Say it,” he told her. “Tell Daddy to get you pregnant.”

  She swallowed hard, sinking her teeth so deeply into her lower lip she nearly drew blood. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Get me pregnant, Daddy. That’s… that’s what I want.”

  And it was. Oh, it was. But saying it, actually verbalizing her desire for her stepfather’s seed, was almost more than she could bear.

  Thomas was on her in an instant, sweeping her up out of her seat and lying her flat on top of his desk. She shrieked as papers and pens and even his clock went clattering to the floor.

  “Quiet,” he told her, pulling her sweater up over her tits. “You wouldn’t want Mommy to hear you…”

  Nicole arched her back, moaning softly as Thomas freed her breasts from the cups of her bra, letting them spill out into his view. She’d always had a large, heavy pair, and when he grasped them in his hands, they didn’t even fit in his palms. He took her pink, rosy nipples between his fingers, twisting them this way and that, and Nicole felt her pussy dampen even more as his coarse thumbs brushed over her sensitive buds.

  “Daddy,” she breathed. “Thomas…”

  “These are going to look so good filled with milk,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one of her tits into his mouth. He suckled softly, groaning into her flesh as his tongue worked her peaked nubbin. “Mmm. How am I going to be able to stop myself from sucking my little girl dry?”

  Nicole shuddered hard, kicking off her boots and lifting her legs up around her stepfather’s hips, drawing his impossibly large bulge against her cunt beneath her skirt. She knew she was hot down there, so hot that he could feel it even through his pants, and she only grew hotter as his swollen rod prodded against her aching slit.

  “That’s my girl,” he praised her, tugging at her black, silky leggings. They slid off her creamy white thighs easily, revealing her sopping wet panties lurking beneath the hemline of her short denim skirt. Thomas didn’t bother pulling that off. He only pushed it up around her waist, giving him unfettered access to her dripping pussy, its lips clinging to the fabric it had soaked.

  “Did Jude ever cum in that pussy?” he asked her, peeling away her sheer panties to reveal her shaven lips. Nicole whimpered, shaking her head, and she saw a satisfied glint in her stepfather’s eyes. “Good. Then I’ll be the first to claim this cunt.”

  She felt a ripple of lust flow through her. She’d never heard her stepfather talk this way before, had never seen him so hungry, so primal. She wondered if he’d been thinking about this for longer than he let on. She wondered if her stepfather had missed her presence in his home in more ways than one.

  She yelped as he began to probe her slit, working her clit with the pads of his fingers as his free hand undid his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall down just enough to reveal his bare cock in all its glory. She opened her eyes wide. It was so big! Jude’s dick hadn’t even come close to looking anything like her stepfather’s did. And from the creamy smear along the tip, Nicole had the feeling that it had been a while since he’d gotten to cum.

  “It’s gonna be a big load,” he told her, confirming her suspicions. “Better open those legs wide, princess. Daddy’s gonna fill that pussy up.”

  It had been so long since a man had taken her. By the time Nicole saw his cock, she was practically desperate for it. She needed someone to fuck away the hurt and the pain. She needed someone to fuck away Jude.

  Who better than the man who had always been there for her—her stepfather?

  She spread her legs wide, letting her feet rest on the edge of his desk as Thomas rubbed his tip up and down her slit. When it was wet with her juices, he tapped it lightly against her hole, slipping just the tip in and out a few times and grunting with carnal satisfaction.

  “You’re tight,” he groaned. “Think you can take Daddy’s big cock, sweetheart?”

  Nicole nodded, licking her lips as she watched her stepfather’s dick probing in and out of her. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she told him. “I can take it. Put it in me, Daddy. Give me a baby.”

  Thomas grabbed both her tits and squeezed as he thrust inside of her, pushing his cock in all the way up to the hilt. Nicole yelped, wrapping her legs tight around him as he filled her up, his massive dick rubbing hungrily against her sweet spot as her stepfather rocked his hips.

  “Ohh, princess!” he gasped. “Oh, that feels good!”

  He played with her tits, tickling and teasing her nipples as Nicole reached down between her thighs, unable to take it anymore. What they were doing was so wrong it was unbearably hot, and she had to cum on her stepfather’s cock.

  She plunged her fingers into her wet slit, sliding them around her buzzing clit, tapping it, circling it, rubbing it in increasingly frantic rhythm. She looked down, watching her stepfather plough her, each feverish thrust of his cum-fat cock drawing her nearer and nearer to the edge.

  “Fuck me,” she found herself mumbling, even though she hadn’t meant to. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

  She watched her stepfather’s face twisting in pleasure, contorting into a visage of self-restraint. She began to buck her hips in tandem with him, her walls spasming around his girth as she tortured her clit harder and harder.

  “Ohh, Daddy!” she wailed at last. “I’m gonna cum on you!”

  “That’s my girl!” her stepfather praised her. “Cum for Daddy! Make a big mess on Daddy’s fat cock…”

  Nicole leaned her head back and stifled a scream as she came around him, her pussy pulsing and squeezing his dick with each wave of ecstasy that passed through her. Every cell felt like it was on fire, like it could only be quenched by her stepfather’s seed, and as her pussy milked him for it, she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long for him to put her out.

  Thomas grabbed her hair suddenly, pulling her up against his mouth and kissing her hard as he pummeled her cunt with his dick. From the frenzy of his strokes and the thrumming of his hard, veiny shaft, she knew he was close.

  She kissed him back, slipping her tongue between her stepfather’s lips and raking her nails down his back as she pumped her hips and silently begged him to cum.

  Cum for me, Daddy…

  As if reading her mind, Thomas exploded, muffling his roar on her lips as he jetted inside of her. She stiffed and took in a sharp breath, unprepared for the sheer volume of hot, sticky sperm he was shooting into her. She could feel her pussy swallowing most of it,
but eventually it grew to be too much, and rivers of his creamy load went dribbling down her thighs, over her ass, and pooled on the edge of her stepfather’s desk.

  He groaned softly, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder. He looked completely spent, even though his dick kept on throbbing, giving her every last drop he had.

  “Is that it?” she asked him, still trying to catch her breath. “Do you think I’m pregnant now?”

  Thomas looked up at her, a mischievous glimmer in his hot whiskey eyes. “Only way to be sure is to keep fucking you until you are,” he told her, standing up straight.

 

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