by J. L. Beck
“You’ve been a bad fucking girl Princess…” I growled, rubbing my hands together as I prepared myself to spank her.
“I have…” She sighed, her head hanging low. I lifted my hand and landed a smack right on her creamy white ass cheek, a red blotch formed almost instantly, and my sweet naïve Princess lifted her head up, a moan like I had never heard before falling from her perfect lips.
“You like being spanked don’t you?” I baited, knowing the answer already. I took that moment to check for myself how wet she was for my cock.
“Fuck me Princess, you’re soaked already.” I grinned, my fingers slipping into her cunt easily. I stretched her with two fingers, envisioning my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She panted trying to back her ass onto my hand. I laughed, loving how much at mercy to me she was.
“Not just yet Princess. I’ve got a surprise for you.” I licked my lips as I grabbed the bottle of lube, and squeezed it out onto her puckered asshole. She squealed a bit, and squirmed for a moment but then settled quickly back into place.
“Please fuck me?” She begged. I could hear the need she had for me in her voice. She wanted my cock as badly as I wanted her pussy. We were hungry for a need neither of us understood.
“Shhh…” I ordered as I massaged her puckered asshole. It was tight, and definitely ready for my cock.
“I want your ass baby, can I have it?” I would get down on my knees and beg if I had too.
“Yes, take whatever you want… Just fuck me…” Frustration laced her words, and I lifted my palm slapping her other ass cheek. A cry of pleasure ripped from her throat.
Slipping my pinky inside her tight ass I worked the area, until I could slip two fingers inside her puckered hole.
“Your ass is so tight, and so fucking ready for what I have in store for it…” I grunted, my cock pressing painfully against my zipper. I rubbed the anal plug against her asshole, gathering up some of the lube, as I gently slipped it into place.
“Oh God… Oh fucking God…” She moaned, her arms pulling against the tie.
“That’s right. Your asshole is filled, and soon your pussy will be too.” I pressed the button on the very end of the plug and watched as my sweet Princess fell apart, the vibrations of the anal plug sending her plummeting over the edge.
“Elijah… Oh fuck, I’m coming…” She screamed. I unbuttoned my jeans and decided that was the perfect moment to slip inside her tight pussy. With one hand pressed firmly to her lower back I forced her to her belly. She complied mewling like a cat in heat as I rubbed my cock against her slick entrance.
With her hands tied to the headboard in front of her, she had no choice but to take whatever I gave her. Sitting on her legs I angled my cock perfectly and slipped deep inside her, stopping only once my balls slapped against her clit.
“Ahhhh… Ohhh….” She moaned, and I moaned with her my entire body vibrating with pleasure.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight, so perfect, so fucking mine.” With both hands on the mattress for added support I pulled all the way out, and slammed back into her, my cock hitting the end of the canal. I could feel the pressure in my balls as they rose, begging for a release that I refused to acknowledge just yet.
“Elijah….Oh, God…” Meg gasped every stroke of my cock inside her pushing both of us closer to the edge. I clenched my fists together trying to hold off on coming.
“I know baby, I know. It feels so good. You gripping me so tightly and me piercing you with my cock.” I was panting as I felt her pussy convulse around me. I didn’t want this moment to ever end.
“Come Elijah. Come inside me.” She encouraged as I continued to pound into her. At her word I came, my toes curling into the mattress and body shaking as I spilled every single drop of cum I had to give her into her womb.
“I love you.” I peppered her shoulder with kisses. Meg was my everything and how I hadn’t ever noticed that before this last month I didn’t know. But I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t love her anymore.
Not when I couldn’t see myself living another minute without her.
Chapter Eleven
Meg
Fear radiated from deep within me as I stared at the positive pregnancy test. It was one thing to sleep with your stepbrother but an entirely different thing to have a baby with him.
Then there was the worry that he may not take to having a child like I did. I couldn’t picture myself being with anyone else. I might have been a naïve woman before ever crossing paths with Elijah, but now that I knew what he wanted, and how much he loved me I could never see myself being with someone else.
“Hey baby, if you aren’t ready yet we’ve got to be at the steakhouse in…” Elijah’s words cut off as he looked from the pregnancy test in my hands and then to my face. I was shocked, my mouth dry, and my heart beating furiously against my rib cage. What if he wasn’t ready?
“I…. I just found out.” My voice wobbled. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. Fear rooted me in place.
“Is it positive?” His voice was soft, and soothed the ache of fear in my chest. I handed him the test to let him see the results.
“I’ll understand if you aren’t ready, but I won’t lie and say I’m not happy. I’ve always wanted children.”
Elijah stared at me with disbelief reflecting in his eyes. “What do you mean you’ll understand if I’m not ready?”
I wrung my hands together nervously, “I mean if you don’t want a baby right now I’ll understand, but I’m not having an abortion or anything. I want to keep it.”
Elijah sat the plastic test down on the bathroom counter before cupping me by the cheeks. His touch made me weak in the knees.
“I would never tell you to get an abortion. Hell you have no idea how excited I am to have a baby with you. I love you, and knowing that you’re carrying my child inside of you only makes me love you more.”
Butterflies took flight in my stomach. I felt complete as soon as he told me he was excited to have children.
“You mean that? You really want to have kids?” Tears formed in my eyes. The positive pregnancy test explained all my cravings and mood swings over the last month. I was damn near surprised that Elijah was still around after the way I had been acting lately.
“I fucking mean it, Meg. I would rather have children with you than any other woman in this world. You’ll be the best fucking mom ever.” I couldn’t hold the tears in, so I let them go, showing Elijah just how much his words meant to me.
I sniffled, my chest heaving as the floodgates opened, tears falling from my eyes instantly.
“Don’t cry, Princess. I love you, and our unborn baby.” Elijah wrapped me up in his arms rubbing tiny circles along my back.
“I’m not sad. I’m happy, so happy.” I sucked in a breath.
“Good, because we have to tell our parents not only about us, but about their new grandbaby too.” I blinked, realizing his was right. We had to tell both his father and my mother about our relationship. Maybe we could wait a bit to tell them about the baby?
“I feel like that much news might send them over the edge…” I was back to worrying about what would happen once everyone knew about us, and the baby.
Elijah stared at me so much love, and care as he spoke. “Nothing anyone says about us matters. What matters is what we want. Don’t let the fear of what others will say make it so we can’t be happy.” I swallowed nodding my head yes. I wrapped my arms around his strong frame knowing he could hold us together when I fell apart. He was right, nothing else mattered but us and what we wanted.
“I love you Meg, and nothing anyone says is going to change that.” Elijah’s voice was slow as he pressed a gentle kiss over my thrumming heartbeat.
“I love you too.” I declared knowing no one could take this moment of happiness away from us.
***
Elijah and I walked into the BJ’s Steakhouse hand in hand. The place was packed and I hoped that a sc
ene wouldn’t be made when both our parents realized that we were together.
“Everything is going to be okay baby… I promise.” Elijah assured me as our parent’s table came into view. They were smiling and laughing together as they saw us. I waved at them as we made our way over to the table. Elijah and I were still holding hands. My mother was the first to notice, eyes slipping from joint hands and back to my face.
“Hi Mom!” I smiled, allowing Elijah to pull my chair out so I could sit. Once I was seated he took the spot next to me.
“Son.” Richard greeted him, he too noticing our joined hands as we walked in.
“Thanks for having us. I hope you enjoyed your vacation.” Elijah started up an easy going conversation, but all I could feel were my mother’s hard eyes on me.
“Why don’t we just cut to the chase…?” My mother started. “Explain to me why you’re holding Meg’s hand when you walked in?” There was an accusing tone to my mother’s voice.
Elijah sipped from his water glass his eyes gliding from me, and then back to my mother. My stomach was in knots as I waited for him to speak.
“While we wanted to announce this after dinner, but since you noticed right away, we might as well announce it now…” I sucked in a breath nodding my head yes so that he would know I was ready.
“What the hell is…” Richard started but Elijah cut him off before he could finish what it was he was saying.
“Meg and I are together. We started seeing each other back in June. We wanted to wait till you got back to tell you.” Elijah was smiling I was filled with worry and my mothers expression was unreadable.
“Ummm…” Richard started and then paused. “I need a drink.”
I was going to second that but couldn’t since I was now pregnant.
“We also have more news…” My mouth went dry. This was my part. I had to tell them that we were expecting. I played the words that Elijah had spoken to me over and over again like a mantra.
“What could be more disturbing then my daughter sleeping with her stepbrother?” I could tell how displeased my mother was with Elijah and I seeing each other.
“Well, since you find it disturbing that were together I’m sure you’ll find it even more disturbing to know that you’re going to be a grandma.” I clenched my fist under the table, feeling Elijah’s hand against mine.
Anger like I had never felt before took over the fear that had been consuming me. How could she be angry with an unborn child?
“Dear Lord, this cannot be happening.” She looked to Richard for some type of encouragement but received none. He was to busy looking for the waitress so that he could order a drink.
“It is and you don’t have to agree with a single thing to be happy for us.” Elijah’s voice was strong and confident which only made him a target for my mother’s rage. I loved my mother, but when she didn’t approve of something she made it more than known.
“You’re right, but what will the media say? Will they be happy for you? Or will they twist the story and make it seem like we’re some inbred family?” She narrowed her eyes at both of us.
“What they say doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we want.” I gained the courage to speak.
“Sure, Meg. Do what you want, but don’t come crying to me when you’ve made a completely mockery of yourself and our family. I will not have any association with you if this comes out in a bad light.” I rolled my eyes trying to exhale the negative shit she was stirring up.
“Then don’t have shit to do with us. It doesn’t matter really, because it doesn’t change a thing. We’re still going to be together, and we’re still going to have this baby whether you like it or not.” Elijah made his final statement about us, and dinner carried on. It was tense, and very few words were spoken on my half but we stayed sitting through dinner, and enjoying our steaks. My mother’s dark eyes burned holes through me as I stuffed my face with a piece of cheesecake.
I was more than happy that dinner was coming to an end and that I wouldn’t have to spend another second in my mother’s unpleased presence.
Elijah and I stood, saying our goodbyes as we did so. My mother looked me straight in the eyes.
“Remember what I said Meg. If this comes out in a bad light I don’t want you contacting me, not even about the baby.”
My heart sunk into my belly. How hateful was it that my mother couldn’t even love our unborn baby
“We don’t need you, or your shitty words, but thanks.” Elijah sneered, pulling me in the direction of the door. Now all we had to do was break the news to Evan who I presumed wouldn’t want to be living with us anymore once he discovered he was going to be an uncle.
“I love you Princess. Don’t let her shit words worry you. I’m never going anywhere, not unless you’re right by my side.” Elijah’s words brought me peace that I never thought I would find in this life.
Epilogue
Six Month’s Later
Elijah
“Can you please uncover my eyes? I’m eight months pregnant and as big as a house. If I fall, you’re going to feel it.” Meg complained as I guided her into the nursery I had made for our son Parker. It was my baby gift to her. I wanted a special place for her to come after our son was born.
“Okay, just a second…” I navigated her through the doorway. The room was painted with soft browns and light greens and all the furniture was a dark mahogany wood.
I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and watched as she took in the entire room for the very first time.
“Elijah! It’s so beautiful.” Tears slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks. My heart was so full of love that in that moment for the very first time in my life I was speechless as to what to say.
I watched with awe as she touched every piece of furniture, her hands gliding against them as if she was envisioning our son using all the items.
“I cannot believe you did all this. How?” She turned her eyes on me.
“I kept you busy so you wouldn’t notice.” I smiled and she did too.
“You’re evil, and sweet, and so damn perfect. You shouldn’t even be real.” She was stroking my ego more than she needed too. She was perfect too and it was impossible for me to understand how a little over a year ago I couldn’t picture myself being with anyone.
Then I met Meg, really met her. Saw her for more than just perfect body needed to taste her. One taste would never be enough.
“There’s something else.” I cleared my throat, feeling the small jewelry box in my pocket. In between doing the nursery I had found a way to sneak out of the house and pick out an engagement ring. It was perfect just like my bride.
“What else could there possibly be? You’ve already made me the luckiest woman on the West Coast.” She gushed. I slipped my hand into my pocket and plucked the box out, feeling the weight of it in my hands. It was such a small item with a huge commitment one that I couldn’t see myself making with anyone other than Meg. I dropped down to my knee then.
“I’ve thought about making you my wife since the day I found out you were pregnant…” Meg placed her hand over her mouth covering her gasp. “I couldn’t see myself with anyone else and would love to have you as my wife.” I paused, watching the tears falling from her eyes.
“Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Princeton?” My stomach was in knots because even though I was sure she would say yes, there was still a chance she could say no.
She nodded her head yes, “Yes! I would be honored to be your wife Elijah.” She hiccuped, her eyes growing wide as she took in the two-carat princess cut diamond ring.
“I had it made special for you.” I slipped it on her ring finger and watched with immense happiness as she moved the ring around, causing it to sparkle in the light. I stood from the ground, and was immediately enveloped in her tiny arms. This was my home, my life, right where I belonged.
“I love you, and I’m so thankful you decided not to share me.” I could hear the humor lacing her words.
“Me too Princess, me too, because now you’re all mine.” I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck, hearing her heartbeat.
This was mine. She was mine.
My little stepsister.
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Seducing The Virgin (Sold To The Billionaire #1)
By: J.L. Beck
Chapter One
Fox
The smell of smoke and sex permeated the air, bathing me in the sinful deeds I was about to commit. I had never been to an auction where the item for sale was alive. Still, I was here with a pocket full of cash and a more than willing cock that needed some virgin action.
“Tonight, we have a beauty up for grabs…” Tony, the big burly man that always put these underground auctions together, spoke into the microphone. My body was already reacting to the tension and desires of the other men in the room. We all had our eyes on one thing and one thing only.
The virgin.
“Her name’s Raven and she’s going to use the money earned tonight to go to college…” Tony’s voice trailed off in my head as my eyes went straight to the stage where the innocent little lamb would be standing any second now. Normally virgins weren’t my cup of tea. They were inexperienced, clumsy, and always seemed to cling to you like you were a God or something, all because you broke their hymen.
“Shall we reveal the lovely Raven to you all?” Tony asked, earning himself a hoot and holler from the crowd of over aged and overpaid men.
Beads of sweat formed against my brow, as my stomach twisted in knots. I didn’t know what was wrong with me but something felt off. Like I was about to have the rug ripped right out from underneath me.
Before I could comprehend what was going on, the stage lights were turning on, revealing a nearly naked woman with black hair that had purple streaks in it. I tried to suck in a breath but couldn’t, my body refusing to do anything but stare at the temptress before me.