Becoming Daddy: A Billionaire's Baby Romance

by Banks, R. R.

  I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat as I felt his body slam into mine, causing me to stretch to accommodate him. There was a sharp pain and I felt my belly curve in against a deep ache that formed there, but the pleasure was too much for me to care. I heard the man groan, the sound primal and unchained, and I let my knees slide further apart on the bed. This welcomed him deeper and his hips began to thrust into me. The feeling was almost too much for me, making my arms shake until they seemed to fold up beneath me and my upper body dropped to the bed. I could feel my breasts brushing against the comforter with each hard stroke, stimulating my nipples so the sensation increased even further. One of the man’s hands cupped one breast, kneading into it, as the other slid around my hip to rest on my pelvic bone. His finger slipped down and touched my clit, sending another crash of sensation through me and drawing another cry from my throat.

  The man used his hold on me to pull me back and for the first time I realized that he was on his knees on the bed with me. He drew me toward him until he was sitting on his feet and I was straddling his lap backward, riding him as his finger swirled over my taut pearl and his mouth kissed along my neck. I felt like I couldn’t bear the power of the pleasure he was creating within me any longer. I gave my body over to him, finally screaming out as a blinding orgasm tore through me and my entire body tensed, then shuddered as waves of release washed over me.

  The man guided me forward until I was on my belly, bending one of my knees up against the mattress so that I was even more open to him. He plunged inside me harder and pounded into me faster, his animal-like grunts filling the space around us until I could feel my arousal spiraling upward again. With a final growl, he slammed into me, pressing as deeply as he could, and I felt his cock throb, pulsing as my body’s renewed climax drew him further in and milked him.

  I felt his body collapse down onto me, the warmth and pressure of his weight enveloping me. It was strangely comforting and I slipped into sleep to the touch of his lips against my cheek.

  ****

  Holy hell, what have I done?

  I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but when I woke up, my mind was clear and everything that had just happened rushed back to me. We were still sprawled across the bed, one of the man’s arms draped over me almost possessively as I lay on my belly. I eased out from under it and hazarded a look back. He was no longer wearing his mask and I felt my heart leap a little when I looked into his face.

  Dear lord, he’s beautiful.

  Without the mask I could see the strong structure of his face and the thick, long lashes that rested against his cheeks as he slept. His full lips were parted slightly in his sleep and I felt the urge to kiss them, to taste him one more time. Despite being able to see just how gorgeous he was, without the sexy allure of the mask the man became far too real and the sobering reality that I had just slept with a man I didn’t know – that my first time had been with someone whose name I hadn’t even heard – settled in. I climbed out of the bed and walked around to the table where I had seen a pad of paper and pen sitting.

  I grabbed them and crept out of the bedroom and into the front of the room again, wanting to grab my clothes. I slithered into the dress before realizing that my thong was still in the bedroom. Leaning on the counter that surrounded a small kitchen to one corner, I jotted down a note and then rushed back into the bedroom. Taking one last look at the gorgeous man sleeping across the massive bed, I rested the note on the pillow beside him, scooped up my thong, and ran.

  I was all the way back down in the parking deck before I realized that I had no way to get home. I was contemplating how long it would take me to walk when I remembered the cash that I had tucked beneath the insole of one of my heels. I took off the shoe, which I hadn’t even bothered to buckle again, and peeled back the small section of the insole that I had loosened right after bringing them home. I let out a sigh of relief when the corner of the bills appeared.

  Thank the universe for terrifying public service announcement pre-prom assemblies in high school.

  Chapter Six

  Roman

  The sun was streaming into the window, poking my eyelids and waking me up. I groaned and reached my hand toward the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the remote for the drapes. The heavy curtains slid into place, blocking the sunlight and casting the bedroom into blissful darkness. I rolled over and settled back into the pillow, wanting to go back to sleep, not caring what time it was. I had never been one to like to wake up early. When I needed to be at work I was forced out of bed sometimes before the sun even rose, but on the weekends and when I was taking time off, there were times when if I managed to drag myself into the world of the conscious before the cafes started serving lunch it was impressive.

  I was drifting away again when a sudden flash of the night before crossed my mind and the image of the incredibly sexy woman I had whisked away from the party became the only thing I could think about. Maybe a little morning romp with her could get my day started and make this visit home a bit more worth it. I rolled over and reached through the darkness toward the other side of the bed where she had fallen asleep. Instead of feeling her soft, velvety naked skin, though, I only felt blankets. I ran my hand up and down the bed and realized that the covers were cold, telling me that she had been gone for some time. Turning on the light, I sat up and looked around the room. I almost didn’t notice the piece of paper sitting on the pillow. When I did, I picked it up and read it.

  Thank you for giving me the best trick-or-treat of my life.

  Let’s meet next year. Same place.

  That was it. No name. No phone number. No way of contacting her at all.

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  Saving Her (Sample)

  A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

  By R.R. Banks

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  The riches don't mean shit when you're empty inside.

  But then I meet the delicate yet beautiful Calee.

  She's running for her life - scared and pregnant .

  She awakens the fucking beast inside me.

  I will save, guard, and protect her.

  They have no idea who the fuck they're messing with...

  Chapter One

  Calee

  “You're doin' really great,” Danny says. “I'm really proud of you, Calee.”

  I put the book down on the table and smile, feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. I'm not really used to compliments – and I'm really not used to having people feel proud of me. It's – nice. A really strange and uncomfortable, but ultimately nice feeling.

  “Thank you,” I murmur and turn my eyes away.

  “Hey,” Danny says and lifts my chin, making me look him in the eyes.

  “You've come a long way in a short amount of time,” he says. “You should be proud of yourself too.”

  A rueful chuckle escapes me. “You know they say pride goeth before a fall.”

  Danny laughs and shakes his head. “Maybe out there on the Ark,” he says gently. “But here in the real world, there's nothin' wrong with taking a little pride in a job well done.”

  When I was ten, my parents moved me onto a compound in southern Wyoming called the Ark. Without even giving me a choice, they immersed me into a religious group called Noah's Children. My parents grew tired of life on the compound and left a few years later – but not before they'd married me off to the leader of Noah's Children, Raymond Hester.

  Like any cult leader – because speaking plainly, that's what he is – Raymond is intelligent and charismatic. And like most cult leaders, he's completely sociopathic. Though claiming to be a religious sect, Noah's Children is actually more like a group of hardcore Doomsday preppers and the Ark is a heavily armed fortress.

  Oh, Raymond talks a good talk about the Bible and religion and all, but underneath that pious exterior, there's a
dark undercurrent. He's angry. Paranoid. Violent. And more than anything, he's spoiling for a fight. He wants a chance to prove that the government or whoever his bogeyman of the day might be, really is out to get him. He wants nothing more than a chance to open up the secret armory and start a war.

  For a few of us, life on the compound is filled with tension and fear. Some of us are just waiting for the day the guns start to fire and the bombs start to go off. The older Raymond gets, the more paranoid and vicious he becomes, and I know it's only a matter of time before the fight he so desperately wants, happens. The question is not if – it's when.

  It sounds dramatic. Like something out of a movie. But that's life out on the Ark. A life I'd give anything to get away from.

  “You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know,” Danny says.

  I shrug. “We do receive a rudimentary education on the compound. We learn to read, write, do basic math,” I say. “He says God wants us all to be able to read His word. But Raymond doesn't like anybody – especially the girls – too educated though.

  “Of course not,” Danny rolls his eyes. “Because then, you might start questionin' him. Might start seein' him for what he is.”

  I nod. “Yes. That's exactly it.”

  There's a small school on the Ark where we're taught the basics. Just the simple things – enough, so that we can function in town and interact with others. But like Danny said, Raymond doesn't want any of us to be – too smart.

  Unfortunately for him – and unlike many at the Ark – I know I'm a smart girl and have an unquenchable intellectual curiosity. As a child – before I was taken to the compound – I read everything I could get my hands on. Unlike most kids my age, I enjoyed school. I enjoyed learning. I took to it with passion and zeal and was outpacing my classmates by a wide margin.

  But that all stopped once my parents joined Raymond and Noah's Children. As I got a little bit older and was allowed to do some of the shopping in town, I'd sneak books and whatnot back to my room and read them all – oftentimes, more than once. But it was no substitute for a real education. I did the best I could to educate myself, but I could only do so much with what I had available to me.

  And because my education is – somewhat stunted – I feel like I'm still well behind most everybody my age when it comes to things like reading and math, among other things.

  And it drives me crazy.

  I often tell myself that one day, I'll have the courage to run away from the compound. That I'll have the strength to escape and start a new life somewhere else. And that's why I need to be educated. I need to be ready to be able to function in society. Get a job. An apartment. I need to be able to speak to others without sounding like a blithering idiot.

  And for the last year and a half or so, Danny has secretly been tutoring me. Getting me up to speed as best he can. I tell myself that having him in my life serves a very practical purpose. But deep down, I know that it's more than that. I enjoy being around him. I enjoy his company. He helps make me feel like I'm not alone in this world. He makes me feel like somebody actually cares about me.

  It's not something I'm used to, but it's something I've come to enjoy. Even rely upon. Danny is my only connection to the outside world. He's my lifeline.

  Of course, if Raymond ever found out about Danny and me, he'd kill the both of us.

  I tell myself that some things are worth the risk though. Spending time with Danny brings a little light into my life. The only light I have to look forward to. He helps lift me up and make my existence a little less dreary. And he helps satisfy not just my intellectual needs, but my physical desires as well.

  Biting my bottom lip, I stand up and look him in the eye. He gives me a small smile and stands up. Raising my hands over my head, I let him lift the shapeless gray dress I'm forced to wear on the compound. I kick off my shoes and pull off my gray knee socks.

  And then I'm standing before him completely naked. I never grow tired of the way his eyes roam my body – the way he takes me in so thoroughly and completely. He looks at me with a raw hunger in his eyes that makes my heart stutter. And he looks at me as if I'm the most beautiful piece of art hanging in the most prestigious museum in the world.

  Seeing that look of pure desire on his face never fails to make the fire between my thighs burn even brighter. And it never fails to get me wet.

  “You didn't wear panties today?” Danny asks, his eyebrow raised and a flirty smile on his lips.

  “I figured they'd just get in the way.”

  He steps forward and kisses me, long and hard. He runs his hands through my long, dark hair, gently pulling on it, as our tongues swirl and dance with one another. Running the tip of his tongue down my neck, I moan softly as he gently nips my collarbone while his hands knead my breasts.

  Sliding my hand down, I stroke his cock through his jeans. Feeling him grow stiffer beneath my hand makes the fire in me burn hotter, makes me grow even wetter. I squeeze him hard, drawing a moan from him. Danny slides his hand between my thighs, the tip of his finger tickling my clit. And when he slips his finger into me, driving it in deep, I gasp.

  I feel my face flushing as Danny moves his finger inside of me, sliding it in and out. I dig my nails into his shoulder as he slides a second finger into me and begins moving them harder and faster. I cry out as he drives them deep into me and begin to feel that familiar warmth beginning to spread out inside of me.

  Quickly dropping to his knees, Danny puts my leg up over his shoulder and buries his face in the warm, wet center of me. I grasp his hair, pulling it as he licks and sucks on the most intimate parts of me.

  “Danny,” I moan. “Oh God, Danny...”

  His tongue teases my clit, licking and sucking on it as he slips his fingers back into me. He pumps them into me hard and fast, his tongue moving quickly and expertly on my clit. I throw my head back and cried out, intense sensations gripping my body.

  I grind myself down on Danny's face and fingers, taking him deeper into me as the fire inside of me burns out of control. As he licks and fingers me, I feel my body tense and my heart beats a drunken rhythm. And then all at once, my control disappears.

  With a loud cry, I grip Danny's head, grinding myself against his face even harder as my orgasm thunders through me. My body trembles and my stomach is turning somersaults. Danny keeps his fingers and tongue moving in me as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes down over me.

  After several long moments, I let go of his hair and let him stand up. He looks at me, his mouth wet with my juices, a look of animalistic desire on his face. I pull him to me and kiss him hard as I unbutton his jeans. Reaching into his pants, I grip his cock and make him moan as I give it a hard squeeze.

  I give him a sultry smile and start to slip down to my knees when he stops me. The expression on his face is one of sheer want. Need. Desire. And it sends a flutter through my belly.

  “You don't want me to –”

  “I need to be inside of you, Calee,” he says, his voice husky. “I need to be inside of you now.”

  “Do whatever you want to me,” I reply. “I'm yours, Danny.”

  He quickly dug a condom out of the box on the table and with hands that are surprisingly trembling, he clumsily slips it on. Grabbing me by the shoulders, Danny turns me around. I look back over my shoulder at him as he bends me over the table. I shudder as he runs his hands across my ass and up my back, feeling him grip a handful of my hair. I gasp and feel my eyes grow wide as he gives my hair a hard pull at the same moment he drives his stiff cock into my tight, wet opening. I revel in the sensation of having his long, hard cock moving inside of me.

  With one hand pulling my hair and the other squeezing my ass, Danny starts to pump his hips, thrusting himself deep inside of me again and again. I moan, my body radiating with pleasure, and I push myself back against him, trying to take him even deeper into me.

  Danny fucks me harder, the sound of our skin slapping together mixed with our cries o
f passion and pleasure echoed around the inside of the spartanly furnished cabin. The feeling of having Danny inside of me filled me with joy – really, the only joy I know in this life. The few hours a week I get to spend with Danny are really, all I have. All I can look forward to.

  Which is why I relish that time with such a wild abandon.

  Danny steps back, his face flushed and sweat beading on his brow. Grabbing my hand, he stands me up and then pushes me back down on the table, so I'm flat on my back. Holding my legs up, he puts them over his shoulders and steps forward again. Smiling at me, he rubs the head of his cock against my wet, swollen opening. I try to grab hold of him and pull him forward, but he just smiles and teases me by rubbing his cock against my clit, sending another wave of sensation through me.

  “Please, Danny,” I gasp. “Please, I need to feel you in me.”

  With a salacious smile on his face, Danny steps forward and slides his cock into me slowly. I bite my lip and moan as he slides into me inch by delicious inch. When he's fully sheathed inside of me, he gives his hips a good, hard thrust, making me gasp with delight.

  Danny begins to rock his hips and move inside of me. I claw at the table as I'm overcome with pleasure. He looks me in the eye, holding my gaze as he begins to thrust his cock into me harder and faster. With one hand, he kneads my breast, giving my nipple a firm pinch that sends a wave of pain that blends with the pleasure and creates a sensation so intense, it has me feeling lightheaded.

  Danny thrusts himself into me again and again, making me cry out as I dig my fingers into his arms. His breathing grows ragged and his movements are becoming more frantic – I can tell he's close.