She considered the red shirt he had changed into upon arriving back at the cabin. Most men in the city went to the gym to build up their bodies, but Roy's muscular frame had come naturally. He built his body through hard work and made those muscles even more manly and sexy. Irresistible, she thought.
Jenny let her hand slip down to her chest, cupping her breasts slightly as she let her thoughts slip away.
Roy Peters was definitely a man worth thinking about.
Jenny was toweling her hair dry when she walked into the master bedroom wearing a red dress she had hastily pulled from her bag. She assumed she would be alone to undress and prepare for bed, but Roy was there collecting some items from the nightstand.
Her heart fluttered when she found him there. She quickly pushed it aside. It wouldn't do to let thoughts of Roy take over her mind when there was so much work to be done. She had to focus.
“Oh, sorry.”
Jenny started back out of the room, but Roy held up his hand.
“I was just getting a couple things.”
He stuffed an old, red shirt under his arm and reached for a battered book from the nightstand drawer. He paused for a second.
“I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and put Isabelle to bed in the spare room. The poor thing was exhausted. I made her a ham sandwich, and she barely made it through half of it. Her eyelids could barely hold themselves up.”
“Thanks, Roy. I'm glad she could get to sleep that easily.”
Jenny rubbed at her hair with the towel as she fought for something to say.
“Thank you for being so kind to her… and to me. Thanks for letting us spend the night.”
He nodded curtly.
“I'll leave you to it, then. I’m sure you must be tired after all that's gone on.”
Jenny felt a sudden panicked feeling as if she dared not let him leave. She mentally chastised herself for allowing herself to get so attached. This wasn't at all the right time for a man. Especially one she would be leaving behind as soon as this whole mess was taken care of.
“What are you reading there?”
“What?”
He seemed surprised she was making conversation with him.
“Your book.”
Her cheeks were beginning to heat up.
“It looks well- read.”
“Oh, this?”
He looked down at the book in his hands as if just realizing it was there.
“It's To Kill A Mockingbird. It's not mine.”
“You don’t come across as a library card holder.”
“I'm not a card holder. This belonged to my wife.”
Roy was suddenly aware of what he had just said. He never felt comfortable publicly admitting to Natalie's death. Instead, he was more of a recluse, happy to surround himself with what was left of their life in the cabin. He had read her favorite book again and again until the pages began to wear thin.
“I'm sorry. I didn't realize.”
Jenny's words fell flat. To remain in the room seemed like she was crossing into his personal space and she suddenly wanted out.
“I'll leave you to it.”
“Wait.”
He stopped her before she could reach the door.
“You're taking my room tonight. I'm taking the couch.”
“I couldn't. It's your bed. I can take the couch. Even we city slickers know how to slum it now and again.”
It was a poor attempt at a joke.
“I can't let a lady take the couch. You're going to have to sleep in here tonight.”
“I couldn't do that,” she protested again. “It's your space.”
“It's only the one night. I think my back can handle it.”
“Well, there you go! If you have a bad back, then you've got to…”
He crossed the floor, closing the space between them. Before she knew what was happening he had her in his arms and his face was right up close to hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, and without thinking, she closed her eyes as he pressed his lips against hers.
She couldn’t believe this was finally happening. All the thoughts she’d had of this moment, all the fantasies, were finally coming true.
He was brave, and powerful, and he’d rescued her from a fire.
She owed him her life, and she would repay that debt by giving him everything he demanded of her.
She felt like she was completely his, his property, and there was nothing that could compare to being in his powerful, sexy arms.
Her heart leaped in her chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands clasping her hips tighter as he did so. She reached her hands up his back and under his T-shirt, the feeling of his muscles driving her wild with lust. He as like a ripped, muscular predator and she could feel the raw power of his body as she squeezed her fingers into his muscle.
Her desire took over. She let her hands slide down his muscular back, all the way to his ass, and she grabbed the cheeks of his ass in her fingers.
He was surprised at how forward she was and reached up to grip her mouth in his hands, kissing her so passionately that she could no longer tell where his tongue ended and hers began.
She brought one hand across his hip and then down across the front of his pants. Then she pulled her hand away rapidly!
She couldn’t believe it!
She’d run her hand over the bulge of his cock and it was even bigger than she’d imagined. It was bigger than she ever imagined any cock could be.
It scared her.
“Don’t be frightened,” he whispered as they continued to kiss.
She took a deep breath and reached back for his pants, putting her hand right over the massive bulge of his cock and squeezing it.
He let out a low, appreciative moan that sent her heart racing even faster.
“Close the door,” he whispered into her mouth, and she rushed to do so.
When she turned back around, he took her in his arms again. This time he lifted her body, turning her around so that he could drop her on her back onto the bed. He watched as she propped herself up on her elbows, enjoying her full attention as he pulled his shirt up over his sculpted chest, shoulders, and head and tossing it to the floor before reaching for his belt buckle.
She’d never seen such beautiful tattoos, or such a beautiful torso. He was like a god, sculpted from fine marble. She felt her pussy quiver with desire as she watched him.
“Stop,” she murmured, and for a second he thought she was calling a stop to the entire show.
But to his surprise, she leaned forward onto her knees and reached for his belt buckle herself. With her eyes locked on his and her teeth biting into the flesh of her bottom lip, she slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his jeans. He could hardly stand to be kept waiting while she unbuttoned his jeans before unzipping him with an agonizing, unhurried slowness.
As she opened his jeans, her mind wandered back to her fantasy by the kitchen window, when she’d imagined sucking his cock and swallowing every drop of his delicious cum.
She’d wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life.
She’d wanted him to cum so hard he could never forget her.
But really what she wanted was his heart. His heart and his soul. She wanted him to cum inside her so that there would always be a part of him that was hers, forever and ever.
She couldn’t help it. She was falling for this man and she was afraid of what that meant.
She wanted to be his, body and soul, and she wanted to feel the force of his orgasm inside her, sealing their bond for eternity.
He shook himself free of what was left of the constricting clothing and pushed her down onto the bed in a frenzy of passion and desire. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her for another second. She was like a drug to him, and he craved her so badly he didn’t know how to handle himself. He growled as he grabbed her and pulled her tightly against the firm, masculine hardness of his muscular chest.
She giggled as his hands reached under he
r dress, arching her back so he could find the back of her bra and set her breasts free from their lace prison. His hands caressed them softly, finding delight in the perkiness of her nipples.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
“What?” she whispered back, blushing.
No one had ever said that to her before, not like that. Not like he meant it. And in that moment, she realized that whatever fears she’d had about her appearance before, in Roy’s eyes, she really was the most beautiful, desirable goddess he could imagine.
She almost came just from the look on his face. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he looked into her eyes, and she felt it. She felt the real, true depth of his emotion. She felt love.
She reached down and pulled off her dress, letting it drop to the floor at the side of the bed, covering his now forgotten novel.
Jenny circled his tongue with her own, enjoying his moans of satisfaction. She could kiss that mouth forever, she thought. His jaw was so firm, his skin so rough, but his lips were so soft, and the silky smoothness of his tongue made her want to die in pleasure. She sucked his tongue and made out with him so passionately that he began to moan as they continued to kiss.
She wanted to jump right into the throes of it, she was desperate to feel his massive girth sliding into her, stretching her pussy in the most delicious pleasure, but the kissing was too much to stop. They continued like ravenous animals intent on devouring each other.
She had never imagined there could be a desire, a passion, as intense as this. She wanted him more than she’d ever admitted to herself. She craved him.
He grabbed her ass in his large hands and lifted her up, pulling her against him.
She threw her legs around his torso, gripping him like a clamp.
He spun around so that his back was to the bed and then fell backwards onto it. She was still in his arms and fell on top of him.
They both let out a laugh.
He looked up at her, into her eyes, and for a moment the entire universe disappeared. All she could see was his beautiful eyes. All she could imagine was the look of love in them.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
Then, without waiting for him to reply, she brought her attention to his boxer shorts, which tightly covered the massive cock beneath them. She leaned down with her mouth and grabbed the waistband in her teeth.
Playfully, she pulled the shorts down over his legs with her mouth.
His enormous cock, fully erect, fell out of the shorts and sprang to attention.
She laughed in surprise when she saw it. She covered her mouth, embarrassed.
She had no idea why she’d laughed.
It was the shock of seeing that cock, so perfect, so big, so dominant, that made her forget herself.
She looked at it now like it was a delicious treat she was about to devour.
It throbbed with his pulse, a huge vein running along the underside of it. The skin was white as snow, before growing pink at the top. From the skin emerged the real gem, the pink head of the cock. The fountain that she was going to coax into full ecstasy.
She wrapped her lips around his head and began sucking on it, just the head, like it was a popsicle. Roy moaned in pleasure as her tongue ran around the edge of his head. She felt the cock grow even more, become even harder and more firm, as the pleasure of her tongue worked its magic.
“Oh, Jenny,” Roy moaned.
She smiled as she continued to work her magic on his head.
With each throb of desire, she felt him getting closer to orgasm. She opened her mouth wider and let him slide all the way into the back of her throat. She knew he craved that. She knew he craved release.
He was a naughty boy. He wanted to explode right there in her mouth and give her a mouthful of his perfect, delicious cum, but she couldn’t let him do that. She couldn’t let all this pleasure and anticipation subside so soon.
She climbed up over him, letting her breasts slide over his cock and up along his torso and over his face. He stuck out his tongue to lick her breasts as they past by. She rose higher, out of his reach, and he leapt up and grabbed her, pulling her back down onto him.
He couldn’t resist her any longer.
He pulled her tight against him and bit her neck, desperate for more.
She fell onto him and then rolled over onto her back next to him. She was so wet, so ready for him.
“Take me,” she giggled.
She wanted to give him every bit of her body, and she wanted him to take her in every single way he could imagine.
He got up and looked at her, his cock throbbing with each powerful beat of his heart.
She’d never imagined that a man could be so sexual, so animalistic and raw. Looking up at his naked body, the muscles ripped and taut, the cock pointing at her like a weapon, ready to pounce, he seemed like he’d been created for sex. Like he was an animal built purely for ravishing her.
She trembled at the thought of his massive cock invading her.
And then she opened her legs, never letting go of him in her gaze.
She was so wet she could feel herself trembling with desire. She was more ready for this than she’d ever been ready for anything in her life.
He got up over her, his cock pointing right at her trembling pussy, and his eyes locked on hers.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He touched the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock and then pressed, sliding so smoothly and perfectly into her that she was surprised. She’d thought something so massive would hurt her, if it fit at all, but he fit her like a glove.
“Oh god,” he moaned.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Roy.”
When he reached full depth, she thought she would explode immediately. She couldn't remember the last time she had been with a man, but in this instant, it seemed like this was her very first time. He slid all the way into her, right to the girth, his pubes pressed against her bare, shaved skin, and then he paused for just a second before sliding all the way back out of her. The second he was out, he sunk back into her, causing a rhythm to build that he repeated, over and over, in and out, until she thought she would scream.
His movements grew more and more rapid as the rhythmic thrusting continued. He got more passionate and frenzied as he continued fucking her. She could feel sweat forming on her skin and her fingers turning into claws that she pressed into his back, clawing him like an animal.
He fucked her harder and harder, both of them writhing in pleasure, transcending into pure ecstasy.
Her nails scraped at his back and shoulders as she clung to each passing wave of pleasure. Her toes curled, and she fought to stay afloat. She could feel his languid lips pressing sensually on her face and neck. She could feel his teeth as they nipped her ears. She raised her face and caught his mouth again with her own, kissing him with a passion she had never experienced.
He reached back and took one of her ass cheeks in his hands, bringing her leg up higher. The effect was perfection. She bowed her head and let her soft, wet tongue coast across his nipple.
He let loose a low moan, signaling to her he liked it, so she continued, enjoying the sound of his heavy breathing as he fought to hold on.
When he reached a hand up to return the favor, squeezing her hardened nipple while he rocked and thrust hard and deep into her, she thought she was going to faint.
He was so deep inside her, all the way into the very core of her body, and she could picture his ripe cock getting ready to explode, spilling itself inside her.
In that moment, the crescendo of ecstasy washed through her like a tidal wave.
She screamed in pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her nervous system and sending so much pleasure through her it felt as if she was on overload.
“Roy,” she screamed. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
Her grip tightened on his shoulder, her mouth pressed firmly against his as he sought to follow her lead. It didn't take long.
> She felt his cock grow even bigger inside her, filling up with his cum as his climax passed the point of no return. When he came, the force of his cum inside her caused her to fall into another wave of orgasmic pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cried, roaring into the pillow next to her head as his body convulsed powerful in surge after surge of pure, orgasmic adrenaline. She was shocked at the power of his orgasm. It was violent and powerful and so erotic she couldn’t believe it.
“Fill me,” she cried, as his cum poured into her, surging in gush after gush of orgasmic ecstasy.
His heavy roar as he finished inside her gave her a deep satisfaction. In fact, she’d never been so satisfied in her entire life.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before he slowly untangled himself from her frame and collapsed on the bed beside her. They lay side by side, motionless as they allowed their breathing to return to normal.
Jenny was completely satisfied for a moment, her body slick with a combination of their sweat. Her body still ached from their interaction, and she couldn't resist considering going for it again once he got his breath back.
She propped herself up on her elbow and let one finger trail from his chest hair down to his cock. She circled it with the tip of her finger, enjoying the way his own hand reached up around her back.
“You are unstoppable, aren't you?” he said as he used his free hand to wipe his sweaty hair back from his face.
“I thought that was you,” she teased as she leaned in for a quick kiss. “You're the one who seduced me, remember?”
“I wouldn't call it seduction, and besides ...” He gently brushed her hand away from his cock. “You're the one who ended up following me home. I could have easily set you up at the Best Western just outside of town.”
“And miss this?”
She swung herself over so that she was straddling him. His easy smile told her he liked her being there.
“It's been a while since I've done this, Roy. Care to remind me how?”
He laughed, and then she moaned, as she felt his cock sliding back into her swollen pussy. She began rocking back and forth, riding him like a toy, and enjoyed the feeling of his cock stiffening up again and getting back to the point of full erection.
Billionaire Baby Bump Page 89