The Fertile Babysitter Bundle (BWWM Interracial Romance Collection)

by Yvonne Tyler

  When I opened my eyes, I gasped. A beautiful red tablecloth was draped over the kitchen table. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a container of ice. Candlelight flickered from long tapered candles on silver candlesticks. An enormous bouquet of white roses sat in the center of the table. The place settings were immaculate, with plates already filled with steak and a salad. There was a beautiful chocolate cake on the counter. And right beside my plate was a little box wrapped in red paper.

  “Oh my gosh! You didn’t have to do all this!” I exclaimed, putting my hand over my heart. “This is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me.” Tears were starting to form in my eyes.

  “You deserve this.” He turned me around so that I was facing him. “You’re very special to me, Sissy. I don’t know how I would have made it through these past few months without you. You’ve been the one ray of sunshine in what would otherwise have been a time of complete darkness.”

  I threw my arms around him. “Thank you.” I whispered. “I’m glad I could help.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I loved the feel of my body pressed against his warm, muscular chest. We stayed that way for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. He pulled back slightly and let his arms fall to the small of my back.

  “Now sit and eat. Your dinner is getting cold.” He grinned.

  * * * * * * *

  Dinner was amazing. Despite my protests, he wouldn’t let me open up my gift until after we were finished eating and had a slice of chocolate cake. I had my first glass of champagne, which I immediately fell in love with. I was on my second when he finally gave me permission to open up the little box.

  Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, sat a silver heart necklace.

  “It’s beautiful!” I shrieked. No man had ever given me jewelry before.

  “Here, let me help you put it on.” He took the necklace from its box and stood behind me. His hand grazed across my collar bone, making me shiver. He bent down and kissed the back of my neck after the necklace was fastened and fire shot through my body. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me back into him, my ass pressing against him. He nuzzled the side of my neck and whispered into my ear.

  “I’m in love with you, Sissy. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

  My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I was sure that he must be able to hear it. I turned to face him.

  “I love you, too.” I said. And I meant it with every fiber of my being.

  He brought his lips down to mine in a crushing, possessive kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, claiming me, making me his own. I drank in his kisses, my head floating as much from him as it was from the champagne. The familiar warm, wet heat started to spread between my legs.

  Tonight was the night.

  “Take me to your bed. Please.” I bit my lip while I waited for his reply, terrified that he was say no, that all of this was a mistake.

  But he didn’t.

  He picked me up and cradled me in his arms, taking me up the stairs and into his bedroom. He gently laid me down on his plush bed, lying down on top of me, the full length of our bodies pressed together. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me, drawing his hips closer to mine. I could feel his cock pressed between us, rock hard against my belly. His hands cupped my breasts and my tiny nipples stiffened beneath the thin material of my bra. It felt so unbelievably good. I pressed myself against his hands, desperate for more. He kissed the side of my neck, his breath hot and sexy against my sensitive skin. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. He fumbled with the clasp of my bra. I reached behind my back to help him, my fingers clumsy because my hands were shaking with anticipation and nervousness. I slipped my bra straps down my arms and flung it aside. His eyes took in my perky breasts hungrily. He bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking sharply. I tangled my fingers in his hair and savored the sensation, the moistness in my panties spreading. His right hand slipped down into the waistband of my panties, his fingers stroking my clit. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

  “Can I kiss you there?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

  I bit my bottom lip as I nodded. He got to his knees and grabbed to waistband of my soaking panties. I lifted my hips up to help him pull them down. His head dipped between my thighs and I could feel his hot breath on my throbbing pussy. Heat surged inside me as his tongue made contact with my swollen clit.

  I cried out as the deliciously sinful sensations overwhelmed by body.

  I squirmed as his tongue slid into my sensitive folds, tasting my juices. The feeling was too intense, yet not enough. I ached for his cock to fill my virgin pussy.

  “Please, Tom. I need you inside of me.” I whimpered. “I need you to fuck me.”

  His mouth found mine again, his tongue darting inside my mouth, the taste of my pussy still on his lips. I slid my hand down between our bellies and stroked his rock hard cock. He groaned as he pushed his hips into me. I unfastened his pants and freed his massive shaft. I took it in my hand and marveled at the feeling of the soft skin covering the hardness underneath. I wanted to know what it felt like in my mouth.

  “Can I suck you?” I asked, already knowing he wouldn’t tell me no.

  He laid down on his back and I settled myself between his legs. I stroked his shaft from base to tip, enjoying the sight of his manhood. A bead of precum formed on the head of his cock. I licked it away, savoring the salty taste. I wrapped my lips around him, taking in as much of his dick as I could without gagging. I was rewarded with his moan of pleasure. He grabbed my head and took control, his hips lifting off the bed as he pumped his cock into my mouth. I slid my hand down to my clit and rubbed myself as Tom fucked my mouth. The ache within my core was growing unbearable. I knew that the only thing that would take the ache away was his cock inside of me. I pulled my head away from him and his shaft came out of my mouth with an audible pop. I got on my hands and knees on my bed and looked at him over my shoulder.

  “I need you to fuck me, Tom.” I said. He needed no second invitation. He got on his knees behind me and positioned the head of his engorged shaft at my soaking wet entrance. He plunged himself into my wet channel with a hard thrust. I felt stinging pain deep inside my belly as he pushed into me. I spread my legs wider as he buried himself into me as far as he could. I let out a strangled cry as the pain and pleasure mixed. I could feel my virgin pussy stretch to fit his huge cock. He grabbed my hips and set a rapid pace, sliding in and out of my needy hole. Instincts took over and I slammed my hips back against his thrusts. I could feel another climax building inside me.

  “Fuck!” I screamed as my explosive orgasm hit me, the walls of my channel contracting around Tom’s manhood. That was enough to send him over the edge, and I felt his hot sticky seed flood my pussy.

  I collapsed on the bed, my legs still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Tom dropped next to me and threw his arm across my back. I felt his hot cum dribbling from my pussy onto the sheets between my legs. I turned my head to look into my lover’s eyes. We laid there together until we caught our breath and the pounding of our hearts slowed.

  “I really do love you, you know. I have for a while. I just didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would be too…crazy. That you would never want a girl like me.”

  “You’re crazy for thinking that. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I’ve wanted you far longer than you realize.” He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “We should be more careful, though. I got so caught up in the moment that I didn’t wear a condom. What would your mother say if you turned up pregnant?”

  “She would be furious.” I admitted. She would probably kick me out of the house.

  “So, we’ll keep going with our routine. Every two weeks, I have you all to myself for a few hours. Right?” he asked.

  “Definitely.” I said, leaning ove
r to kiss him again.

  * * * * * * *

  And so we did. Every two weeks I would go to his house and we would spend most of our time in bed, exploring each other’s bodies. Summer came and went, and I enrolled in classes at my local community college.

  Then, his ex-wife dropped a bombshell on him. She was moving out of state, and she was taking Kara with her. The judge allowed it because she was moving to a much better job, and her family lived there. Tom was devastated. Although he would still get to see her, it wouldn’t be nearly so often.

  So, I made a plan. I wanted to have Tom’s baby.

  He had been talking about moving me in and making our relationship official for a while now. The one thing that held him back was how he would explain things to Kara. Now that she wouldn’t be around nearly as much, he didn’t think that it would confuse her so much.

  Having his baby could give us both exactly what we wanted.

  * * * * * * *

  When I got over to his house that night, I wasn’t sure how it was going to go. I knew how much he wanted a baby, how devastated he was when his ex-wife took that opportunity away from him. Still, it seemed like a crazy thing to propose, even for me. I was starting to get nervous about the whole thing.

  We had dinner together, and the glass of wine that he had given me made me feel a little bolder. We went to the living room and settled on the couch to watch some television. While we were snuggled up together, I stroked his cock through his pants, feeling it stiffen underneath my touch. He sighed with pleasure when I unzipped his pants and freed his cock, taking the warm flesh into my hand. I opened my mouth and took the head of his dick between my lips, savoring the manly taste that was unique to him. My tongue swirled around the tip and flicked the sensitive spot at the base of the head, making him moan in pleasure. I stroked his dick while I sucked, fully enjoying the way I was pleasing my man.

  I stood up and undressed while my eyes were locked with his.

  “I want to give you everything that you want.” I said. “I want to give you a baby.”

  “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

  “Positive.” I said. “No more condoms. Let’s just see what happens.”

  I straddled his lap and lowered myself until the head of his cock was pressing against my moist entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto him, inch by inch. He groaned as he filled me, stretching my walls, making me gasp. I gripped onto his shoulders for support as I rode him, bouncing on his cock, my breasts swaying with my effort.

  “Oh, fuck!” He gasped.

  His prick was swelling inside of me, stretching me even further. I toyed with my clit as I fucked him, driving myself closer and closer to climax. I knew the perfect way to finish him off.

  I turned around and bent over, giving him a show of my ass as I impaled myself on his cock again and again. The sight of his prick sliding in and out of me was too much for him to handle, and he roared as he came, shooting streams of his cum deep inside of my belly. I followed him over the edge, my pussy contracting around his cock and his seed coated my inner walls. He held my hips still while we rode out our orgasms, then he pulled me back against his chest and crossed his arms over my naked breasts. Some of his cum dribbled out onto my inner thigh.

  “You know, we’re going to have to do that a lot more if you want to get pregnant.” He said.

  “That’s completely fine by me.”

  * * * * * *

  Three months later, and the pregnancy test was positive. I have never seen a man look so happy as Tom did when I told him the good news. He immediately moved me into his house, which I expected he would. What I didn’t expect was that he would buy me a ring to go with it.

  We’re planning to get married after the baby comes. We’re both so excited to start a little family of our own.

  I know it’ll be a happy one.

  # # # # #

  The Black Babysitter's Baby

  I couldn't wait to get out of this house. Mom was drinking again, ranting and raving about every little thing that I had done wrong in my entire life. Thankfully, I had a babysitting job tonight with my favorite client: Mr. Dawson.

  I had been babysitting his son Marcus for almost five years. Marcus was angelic – curly blonde hair, chubby pink cheeks, a sweet disposition. Although I loved sitting for them more than anyone else, it wasn't a regular occurrence. Mr. Dawson's wife had passed away soon after Marcus was born, and for the most part he stayed at home and didn't need a sitter. The only time I was called to babysit was when he had an important business meeting that would run late.

  Mom continued to screech at me the entire time I was getting ready.

  “We both know you're nothing but a tramp!” She slurred and held onto the doorway to the bathroom while I was applying my makeup.

  “Chill, Mom. I'm not going on a date. I'm just going to babysit.” I opened my eyes wide and carefully applied my mascara.

  This scene with my mother wasn't exactly the first time she had been like this. She was like this pretty much every time she drank.

  Which turned out to be pretty much every night.

  I was counting down the days until college started and I left my mother behind for good. Ninety-three days, in case you were wondering.

  In spite of my mother, I had managed to keep high grades all through high school and graduate with honors. In ninety-three days, I would be going to my dream college four hours away and would only see my mother on holidays.

  I couldn't wait.

  “I'll be home later. Don't wait up.” I closed and locked the front door. I gave it two hours, tops, before she passed out somewhere in the house. I was taking her car without permission, but she certainly didn't need to be driving in her condition. I doubted she would ever ask me about it, but if she did I was prepared to lie and say that she told me that I could take it. By the time she sobered up, she wouldn't be able to remember tonight, anyway. The few times that I had tried to tell her about all the awful things she called me when she was drunk, she told me that I was lying to make her feel bad. So I gave up.

  I tried to look after her as best as I could. That's one of the reasons why I babysat for one family or another almost every night of the week. Once my deadbeat dad left a few years ago, she had started hitting the bottle pretty hard. She lost her job, and that only intensified her problem. I babysat so that we would have enough money to pay bills and eat. She somehow scraped together the money for her booze. I probably didn't want to know how.

  I had a full scholarship for college, but I was planning on having at least a part-time job so that I could send money back to her to keep the lights on.

  I did sometimes worry about how she would take care of herself without having me around, but I had to live my own life. Maybe, just maybe, she would sober up and get her act together. I hoped she would.

  For tonight, though, I needed to clear my head. I was going to get to spend time with Marcus, and I didn't want my mother's drama getting in the way of enjoying my time with him.

  * * * * *

  “Good to see you again, Sasha,” Mr. Dawson said as he opened the door for me. “It's been a long time.”

  “It has,” I agreed. “How has Marcus been?”

  “He's been great. Growing like a weed. He's excited that the school year is almost over.”

  “Him and me, both.”

  “That's right! You'll be graduating soon, won't you?”

  “In just a couple of weeks. I'm really looking forward to it.” That was the understatement of the year.

  “Big plans for after graduation?”

  “I'll be starting at Asheville University this fall.” I couldn't help but to smile.

  “That's a great school,” he said, “but Marcus and I will be sad to see you go.”

  “I'll definitely miss Marcus. He's a great kid.”

  “He is,” Mr. Dawson agreed.

  As if on cue, Marcus walked in from the kitchen.

  “Hi, Sasha!” He ran up and wrapped
his tiny arms around my waist. “Do you want to play Lego with me?”

  “Sure, sweetie.” He grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward his bedroom.

  “That's his new thing.” Mr. Dawson said. “He's been a little obsessed.”

  “No problem,” I smiled. “I haven't played with Lego in ages.”

  “I should be home by nine at the latest,” Mr. Dawson said as he slipped into his coat. “I hate these dinner business meetings. They're usually ninety percent idle chatter, and only ten percent business. The whole affair could be over with in a fraction of the time.”

  “No worries,” I responded. “I can stay as late as you need me to.”

  “Thanks, Sasha. I don't know what Marcus and I would do without you.”