Bodyguard's Secret Baby (A Secret Baby Romance)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Bodyguard’s Secret Baby
Vivian Ward
Copyright © 2017 by Vivian Ward
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Julie
I still remember the way his length filled me as my fingers dug into his shoulder blades.
A girl never forgets her first time, especially when it’s with an older, more experienced man that she had a crush on during the better half of her high school years.
I tried to keep myself in check, but when it came to Damon Miller, there wasn’t a girl in St. Louis, Missouri who could say no to him. He was tall, hot as hell and had bulging muscles. It didn’t help that he had a sleeve of tattoos depicting some of his dark past and gunmetal blue eyes that could make your panties drop.
He was the biggest badass in the entire city, and every girl in the whole damned high school wanted him. As much as I hated to admit that he was a bad boy who was always in trouble, I couldn’t stop myself from drooling over him. The problem was, he knew that every girl would jump at the chance of sleeping with him—and I was no different.
Damon knew how to flirt and tease, and he would pull me into his little web for just a second; then he’d push me away. At least that’s how it was until I gave him my virginity.
We worked together—at my dad’s car dealership—when it happened one hot, summer day. And while I knew he’d be my first, I had no idea that he’d also be my last.
His sculpted arms pressed me into the front seat of the car that I was detailing as his soft lips came crashing down on mine, waking every nerve ending in my body and setting it on fire. I had dreamed about it happening but never thought it would come true.
The sheer fact that his intoxicating lips were on mine and the palms of his hands firmly cupped my DD breasts as he pushed me deep into the front seat of the car made me wet, and I could feel his cock pressed tightly against the bulge in his jeans.
He was much stronger than I thought he was, especially with his protruding muscles. My eyes focused on the curve of his muscles as he used his body weight to pin me exactly how he wanted me. When I looked into his eyes, I saw the hunger and passion within them and knew that I was surrendering.
I’d held onto my V-card for twenty years, and even though I wanted to hold out and wait until I found ‘the one,' I couldn’t say no to him. When Damon was around, I was powerless. Maybe it was the way he carried himself or the way that my body knew it was no match for him but either way, my body betrayed me and crumbled to his touch.
My breath hitched in my throat as he bent down and started chewing the buttons off of my blouse. I tried bracing myself for what was coming next, but my inexperience gave me away. Damn my body for betraying me so much in one day.
Looping my arms around his neck, I let him ravage my breasts as he pulled my bra down and exposed my nipples. The cold air conditioning made them harden immediately, causing my cheeks to heat from embarrassment.
“Fuck, Julie,” he groaned, taking my nipple into his mouth as he rolled it back and forth with his teeth while we maintained eye contact.
With the way he was handling me…sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph! I didn’t mean to let loose this easy, but I was putty in his powerful, oversized hands. I had no clue how hard it would be to say no to him once he started pulling my clothes off.
I went down easy. It only took one, electrifying kiss that hot summer day to seal my fate forever.
Maybe it was his smooth voice, his massive, rock hard body, and gorgeous eyes, or maybe it was the fact that I knew exactly what he was going to do with a woman like me. It was like he possessed a map of my body and knew every single weakness there was. Either way, it didn’t matter because as long as he was driving, I was going along for the ride.
What turned me on the most was the way his giant hands clamped down on my thick thighs, and how he handled me like I was a twig.
I’ve never been a small or petite girl; I’ve always been a little on the thick side with a medium build. But the way he maneuvered me around, you would have thought I was underweight and would snap like a weak tree limb.
Everything between us started on a Thursday evening. My dad had been turning out cars left and right, barely able to keep them on the lot. He always went to auto auctions to buy up repossessions and trade-ins, and would bring them back to the lot, clean them up and resell them.
Our family business, Bailey Auto Sales, has been around since I was a kid and from a young age, my daddy would let me work on the lot during the summer to earn a few bucks.
After I had finished high school, I started working on the lot full-time to help with the family company, and business was booming since my dad’s car lot had an excellent reputation for selling dependable cars. People from all over the region would come to him when they were looking to buy, and the summer that changed my life was no exception.
He hired Damon Miller, but saying that he ‘hired’ him might be a bit of an understatement. My dad saw him as a pity case. He wasn’t as lucky with the law as he was with the ladies, and had been in quite a bit of trouble. His rock hard abs and bulging arms meant nothing to the police. Damon had been in plenty of trouble and had finally landed himself in enough hot water that playtime was coming to an end.
The cops had pulled him over when they saw him swerving into oncoming traffic, nearly hitting an oncoming vehicle, one early Sunday morning. When they stopped him, it was obvious that he’d been drinking, and he blew almost three times the legal limit.
To avoid time behind bars, he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to community service and was ordered to pay a hefty fine.
Out of work and knee-deep in trouble, my dad wanted to help him out even though he was leery of whether or not Damon would work out once he hired him.<
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Ultimately, he figured with the amount of trouble he was already in; he’d have no choice but to come to work so he could pay off his fine, which made my dad take the risk—but I was the one who took the gamble.
Damon was older than me, by a few years, and no matter how much I tried to ignore him and avoid eye contact, he always caught me staring at him. When he looked into my eyes, it felt like he could read my soul and knew every dirty thought in my mind—and how to act on them.
Things got heated up right after my dad had gotten a fleet of cars that needed to be detailed. He asked me to finish them all before Friday since the weekends have always been the busiest.
With only one day left and three cars to go, I had to stay late—and so did Damon. Skilled with his thick, strong hands, he was my dad’s best mechanic, and he had the same orders as me: finish the cars before Friday.
Working hard and dripping with sweat, he passed me on his way to the soda machine. On his way back, he stopped and started talking to me. The whole time he leaned against the car, I stared at him, gawking like a schoolgirl with a wicked crush. My eyes were drawn to his sultry lips and perfect white teeth. I couldn’t help but imagine kissing him.
If only I had left it at fantasizing when he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.
I could have—and should have—stopped him; I knew better, but as much as I should have told him no, I couldn’t. We were all alone. Everyone else had gone home for the day, and it was just us.
I should have put up a fight, but when those pouty lips of his came crashing down on mine, and our teeth clinked together, I couldn’t possibly back away. His expert hands cupped my breasts as he pressed himself into me and I knew it could only mean one thing: some amazing sex.
Guys like Damon Miller didn’t do relationships and dates or hold your hand while strolling through the park. They flirt, fuck and move onto the next piece of ass that’s lined up who are willing and eager to go along with their every move.
I was smart, and I knew better, but that didn’t mean I listened to common sense. The moment his lips touched mine, I already knew my fate and had succomebed to his will.
I might be being too hard on myself as I reflect on it. After all, it’s hard to say no when the biggest bad boy in all of St. Louis is popping the buttons off of your blouse and has his colossal hands masterly unclasping your bra as he pushes your thighs apart with his knee.
The true need in his body fed the hunger that was burning within me. And before I knew it, nature took over as he pressed his swollen cock that was behind his jeans against my panties. I’m not even sure what all happened, but I can tell you that my shirt was off, the seat flew back, and he maneuvered his huge frame between my legs.
His thick fingers dug into my thighs as he spread my legs. The magic his tongue worked all over my pussy sat me on fire! I swore I saw stars, but all I remember is that he shoved his hand between my thighs while he was going down on me and brushed against my wetness. His eyes gazed into mine, commanding my full attention.
“You ever been with a guy like me before?” he asked.
There was no way I could lie my way through it. I shook my head no.
“I’ve never been with any man.”
His eyes locked with mine like a wild animal zeroing in on its prey before he licked my sweet juices off his lips.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything, babe.”
I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed before he turned his attention back to my pussy. My back arched as I rested my head on the headrest, moaning in sheer pleasure. His tongue flicked against my clit before his teeth clamped down on it and he shook his head from side to side.
“Oh, fuck!” I hissed, sucking in a deep breath.
“That’s it, baby,” he came up for air. “I’m going to teach you a thing or two about pleasure and fucking.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he had me stripped down and completely spread eagle in the front seat; my left foot propped up on the passenger door and my right foot jammed against the seatbelt panel while he knelt between my legs. I came the minute he shoved those thick fingers of his inside of me as his tongue lashed against my clit.
Laughing as I came all over his face, he stood and wiped his chin before licking my wetness off his hand. Towering over the car while I came down from my high, he unfastened his pants in two-seconds flat, and that’s when I noticed his insanely large, throbbing dick as it sprung free when he stepped out of his jeans.
I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he’d ever fit inside of me, but I could tell by the way he firmly gripped it and started lining himself up with me that he didn’t care. He kissed me, and I could taste my sweet juices on his lips. As our kiss deepened, I was plastered against the front seat.
“What are we doing?” I panted. My brain was screaming to stop, to put on the brakes, but lust had already taken over.
“I’m getting you out of my system,” he said, holding his thick cock with his hand as he slid it into me. “The problem,” he shoved himself into me as I winced in pain. “Is that you’ve been in my head for so long, Julie. And it’s time you get the hell out.” He stepped closer, stroking his shaft before he entered me for the first time. “You’ve got a reputation as being a good girl, but I’m gonna change all that.”
Okay, so one time. I could do that. Right?
Sex with no strings attached. I was the same as all the other girls; he wanted in and out. That was it, but I’d have my turn with Damon Fucking Miller. I could handle that.
My only regret? That I’d lose my virginity to him. I didn’t want to be the most inexperienced girl he’d ever been with, but he didn’t seem to mind.
It would give me the opportunity to taste the forbidden fruit that I’d always dreamed of without the possibility of getting my heart broken the next day. I admit, it was crazy and foolish on my part, but I wanted him. Just once.
My fingers ran through his dark hair and grabbed on tight as he pushed himself inside of me, stretching me wide open with his thickness.
Once he was inside of me, he sank as deep as he could, held it for a moment and allowed me to adjust to his size before he continued. I won’t lie; it hurt, but after a few minutes, when I molded to his shape, it started to feel damn good.
Amazingly good!
I felt like I was losing my damned mind as he plowed into me, thrusting between my legs as I took his massive cock over and over as. There was no way in hell that I could think straight.
It didn’t matter that I was supposed to be working or the fact that I had plans to meet my parents for dinner at 7; hell, I hadn’t even checked to see if he’d rolled on a condom before he took my virginity.
As he rocked my body harder and faster, shaking the whole damned car along with it, he quaked my world apart. The only time I was even able to manage a few mumbling words was when he slowed his thrusts, just enough to let me form words.
“Virgin or not, you’re dirty as fuck, aren’t you?” he growled as he pushed himself into me, shaking the car harder. “Answer me!” his hand came crashing down, slapping my butt for emphasis.
“Oh fuck,” I managed to whimper as he had his way with me.
“I said answer me! Unless you want me to stop and come all over your belly right now!”
“Yessss! I’m a dirty girl,” I panted.
“Yeah?” he seemed pleased with my answer. A devilish grin crept across his face as he licked his lips and sank his cock into me even deeper as he held it there. “I wanna hear how bad you want me. Tell me how long you’ve been watching me, pretending not to, and how bad you want this cock.”
His gleaming white teeth were all I could fixate my eyes on. His canine teeth looked so sharp; that’s probably what I felt prickle my skin when he bit my neck. His smile faded away as he put his hand around the base of his penis and started to pull out of me.
Fuck. He was serious.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t s
top!” That was all it took to seal my fate.
With a wicked grin plastered across his face, his magnificent eyes lit up as he grabbed handfuls of my breasts, almost as if he were holding onto them for leverage as he slammed into me. Hard.
“Turn over babe; I’m going to take you doggy style.”
Still enchanted by him, I turned over and stretched my torso over the armrest as I obediently listened to him. He slammed into me from behind as he leaned over and tilted my head to the side, snarling in my ear.
“God damn, I fucking love your pussy. So tight!” he growled.
I was completely exposed beneath him, and now he’d seen every bare part of my body that had never been seen before. The thought of him seeing me so vulnerable made my cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“Ohhh,” I grumbled as my face smashed into the cloth seat.
His whole body shifted forward on top of me as he buried himself balls deep in me from behind. He reached his hands over my head and grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them against the seat. Splayed wide open in a submissive position, I was putty in his hands—and twice as wet. He pistoned in and out of me lightning fast and everything became fuzzy.
I came completely undone as he throttled me. With my head bent down, all I could see were my breasts smashed against the armrest as I begged for more.
Slamming into me over and over caused waves of pleasure to wash over me, leaving my mouth to pop open and form a perfect ‘O’ as he hit my G-spot. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back if my life depended on it.
“Ahhh,” I screamed out as I came, the walls of my pussy clamping down on his cock. “Oh, fuck!”