My Billionaire Boss's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  Her pussy starts to throb against my lips. Her body jerks forward as she yelps with pleasure.

  “Was that good, love?” I ask as I move up her body. In answer, Cece takes my face in her hands and kisses her juices from my lips and cheeks.

  “You make me feel like nothing else in the whole world,” she sighs. “My body can’t get enough of you.”

  I kiss her deeply. “Good, because I’m never going to stop making you feel like this.”

  I don't have time for anymore teasing. I feel like I have been without her forever. My hard cock springs free as I pull off my pants. Very gently, I ease inside of Cece. She shivers with desire as her pussy takes every inch of my cock. I want to cry out because it feels so good to be with her again. She fits me like a glove, so warm and wet.

  Going slow, I take my time. We keep eye contact as I push in and out of her. The connection is strong between us, something I have never felt before. It enhances the sensations in my cock and core. So much so that my head is starting to swim.

  I drop down, wrapping my arms around Cece and pulling her to my chest. Skin against skin, we keep moving together. Shifting our hips in a rhythm that increases the friction of her pussy on my shaft. The head of my cock starts to hit her cervix as I get deep inside her. Her tunnel tightens, almost as if her pussy cannot let me slip out. Yet, I keep pulling back and pushing in — harder and harder.

  “Oh, Ben,” my love moans into my ear. “Give me more of your seed. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

  Cece’s words send me over the edge. Grabbing one of her massive breasts in my left hand, I angle deeper and pound on her cervix till she cries out. The throbbing and quivering of her pussy milks my cock till I spill into her. Even then, I can’t stop. An orgasm takes over my body, and I thrust over and over through the warm wetness of my cum and her juices till my cock strains again, releasing more of myself.

  It’s over. We are both panting, but I don’t want to break our connection, so I hold myself over my love, feeling her skin against mine, and let my cock relax inside of her. This position feels like the safest place in the world. I know Cece will take care of me, and now she has my heart for real.

  Finally, unable to hold myself up longer, I lay beside her. Neither one of us can stop smiling. I pull her into my arms for cuddling. My hands rest gently on her belly, caressing it as my love pulls the blankets over us. Soon I can feel her head grow heavy, and I know that she is asleep. My own eyes are tired. I take a few seconds to think about how happy and different I feel. I owe it all to this incredible woman. I kiss her cheek before I also fall asleep, still holding onto her belly.

  Epilogue - Cece

  1 year later.

  What a crazy year this has been. So much has changed for me, but it has all been for the better. I'm at home with Katie. She is reading aloud. I'm so proud of how much progress she has made in her learning. I'm glad that I was able to be here with her and be a part of that.

  Another thing that happened, our baby Louise was born. I cradle her in my arms now as we listen to Katie read. Baby Louise is loved by all, especially her big sister.

  I have enjoyed this past year so much. Being here for both of my girls and being by Ben's side all the time. I love being a wife and mother. I knew I wanted a family, but I didn't think I would enjoy it this much. It's making me question many of the goals I had initially set for myself, especially going back to college.

  Initially, I decided to delay starting school until Louise was born. Now that she's here, and I've spent so much time with Katie, I don't think I want to go anywhere. I love being at home as a mom. I feel like this is what I'm meant to do instead. I think it is what I will do. I just have to tell Ben.

  I feed Louise a bottle as I think about how I will tell him. I know, I'll fix him a nice dinner, and we can discuss it over eating. He loves my cooking, and it always helps him relax.

  “How was that, mommy?” Katie asks after finishing her book.

  “Beautiful. You read so well now. After I burp and change your sister, I'll make you dinner,” I tell her.

  “Okay, mom!” Katie says, happy. She runs up to her room to put her book away.

  After Louise has been burped and changed, I put her in her cradle in the kitchen corner. Katie watches over her while I cook. We eat a nice dinner together.

  Afterward, I take the girls upstairs to give them their baths. I sit in the rocking chair and rock Louise, singing a lullaby to both her and Katie. Soon they are both asleep. I put Louise in the crib that is in Katie's room. I turn off the light and tiptoe out, so I don't wake them.

  Ben will be home in a few minutes. I hurry to freshen up and put on something sexy. I'm in the kitchen trying to decide what to make him for dinner when he arrives.

  “Hello, sweetie. That's a nice nightgown,” He says as he walks in. He kisses me on the cheek.

  “Hi, love. Thank you. I just put the girls to bed. I'm making your dinner right now,” I explain.

  “Great. I'll go get cleaned up,” he says, walking out of the kitchen.

  I decide to make him a hearty meal of steak and potatoes.

  Ben returns to the kitchen a while later, dressed comfortably in his pajamas and smelling fresh like soap and cologne.

  “Go ahead and sit down,” I tell him as I bring our food over.

  As I watch him eat, he tells me all about his day. I can't keep my eyes off of him. There's no way I can go back to school. I love being here with him too much. I haven't even touched my food yet. I'm too busy staring at my loving husband. Even a year later, I'm still insanely attracted to him. Gradually I eat, and we finish our meal together. As I take the dishes to the sink, there is only one thing on my mind. I want to show Ben how much he means to me.

  He is about to get up from the table. “No, stay. I made your favorite dessert,” I say, stopping him. He looks at me curiously. I walk back to the table and hand him a can of whipped cream. “Whipped cream orgasm,” I tell him with a smile. Ben smiles as well.

  I sit on the table in front of him and spread my legs. I'm so glad I wore a nightgown tonight. Ben teasingly lifts it up and pulls my panties off.

  The whipped cream is cold but soothing on my folds. He sprays it on and starts slowly licking it off. He sure knows how to tease me. His mouth works his way up and down, sucking and licking. I can feel his tongue caressing my clit mixing between rough licks and twisting circles with the tip of his tongue.

  My husband licks whipped cream off of my pussy, careful to get it all. He takes his time. Each brush of his tongue tightens my core, bringing me closer to ecstasy. I lay back on the table as he buries his face between my thighs. He grabs my legs, pulling me closer, thrusting his tongue is as deep as it can go. Unable to hold back, I moan as a long orgasm tenses my belly and throbs in my pussy.

  “Yummy,” he says, licking his lips when I am done. I sit up and smile at him.

  Before I can catch my breath, he is kissing me. My hand moves down to his cock. I feel how hard he is for me. It pushes up so hard it practically touches his tight abs. Grabbing it as roughly as I can, I rub up and down, feeling the pull to his skin and the stiffness of his shaft. Ben moans against my mouth.

  Tracing my thumb over his cockhead, I tease him until he stands up, pushing his dick into my face. Kneeling on the table, I let him shove it into my mouth and all the way to my throat. Ben moves his hips against my jaw, letting my spit lube him up and pressing his cock head into my throat. Sucking, I hope that he cums into my mouth, but he pulls out.

  “Flip over,” my husband orders. “I’m going to fuck you right here on the table.”

  I do as ordered, maneuvering until my butt is facing him and my toes hit the floor. Just as I have my balance, Ben pushes his cock up deep into me. I have to open my legs a bit wider to accommodate the thrusting of his hips. He fucks me hard, like a desperate man, pushing me into the table. Every inch of my pussy gets pounded by his hard cock as Ben keeps changing the ang
le by moving his hips. Finally, he is shoving all of his long cock into me, hitting against my cervix and practically lifting me off my feet.

  “That’s it, Cece,” he grunts. “Take my cock. Take it deep.”

  “Harder,” I moan.

  Ben moves his hands from my hips. He grabs my breasts in strangleholds and uses them to maneuver me up and down on his shaft. It’s a pleasure I’ve never felt before. The roughness feels so demanding and good.

  “I’m going to cum so hard in you, girl,” Ben gasps. “I’m going to fill you with my seed and get you pregnant again.”

  My pussy tingles. My womb aches at his words. All I want to do is carry another of this man’s children.

  “Put a baby in me!” I cry as my orgasm overtakes me.

  My pussy clamps down so hard on his cock that we both cry out. Warm wetness fills me as Ben cums. His seed starts to run out my thighs and down my legs.

  “Oh, no!” I cry out, trying to close my legs and not miss my opportunity.

  Ben pushes me down onto the table. “I’m not done yet.”

  He pulls one of my legs up over his elbow and slams deeper into my cum drenched pussy. Soon my tunnel is tightening again. His cock slides in and out in the wetness, giving everything a different feel.

  “Oh, Ben,” I call out. “I can’t…” My head is dizzy. The room is starting to turn.

  My pussy clamps down, but it doesn’t let up. I’m suspended at the beginning of an orgasm as my husband fucks me as roughly as he can. Ben reaches down and brushes his thumb over my clit. Aches start in my pussy, there is an electric tingle, then my whole body jerks with pleasure.

  “Yes!” he cries out.

  Ben comes inside me again, thick and warm. He pulls back, sliding out, and wraps me up into his arms. He kisses me lightly as my body still rocks from my orgasm.

  “Carry my child,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

  “I love you too! I hope you put a baby in me.”

  We are both out of breath. He sits in the chair and pulls me into his lap, where we cuddle.

  “You know I could get used to this,” he says when we can speak again.

  “Really?” I ask, looking at him in surprise.

  “Yes. This is the perfect way to end a workday,” he says. “I’m so relaxed.”

  I'm so happy to hear that I decide to tell him my decision right then. “I'm glad to hear you say that. I've decided not to go back to school. I want to stay home with you and the kids permanently,” I announce. I turn sideways so I can see his reaction.

  Ben’s expression is one of delight. He hugs me tightly and kisses me. “This is wonderful news! I hope we have lots more children then!” he says happily and keeps kissing me. I giggle and kiss him back.

  His response was better than I was expecting. I feel happy and complete with him. I’ve found the life I was meant to have, and I could not be happier.

  THE END

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  Chapter One – Nina

  The lone star state. Jim Goad once said it was called that because even the locals gave it only one star. There was a time I found it hard to disagree. As a Texas girl born and reared, I had had a fiery nuanced view of the situation. Including and especially what was sometimes called “Texas Crazy.” Thing was, most Texans, while vaguely aware they lived in the United States of America, tended to think of themselves as Texans first and Americans second, if at all. The fact that the Republic of Texas, an actual country after the Mexican Revolution, became a state explicitly so it could support the confederacy no doubt had something to do with this. Independence ran in the blood of the land, as well as my family. Provided, of course, you did exactly what the reigning patriarch said.

  The current uncrowned king of the Dunn empire was my daddy, Big Earl Dunn. There was a family joke that granddaddy named him that because he wanted him to rule like a monarch. “High-dressin’ euro queers,” to use his exact words. Keep in mind granddaddy was of old stock. The kind of guy who drank whiskey at lunch and thought women’s suffrage was probably a mistake. Don’t even get him started on the emancipation proclamation. Not that he was prejudiced, mind you.

  Daddy was an oil baron, a metaphorical title he seemed to take quite literally, right down to family allegiance through marriage. Specifically, my marriage to the son of his business partner, an annoying man named Arthur. Easier to keep the business in the family when they were the same family according to the law.

  Daddy wasn’t completely heartless. He wanted us to date first, though only to get used to the idea. There being no real doubt what his end goal was. If I was honest with myself, a trophy wife was all my dad ever wanted me to be. Were I more cynical, I might have suspected it was his revenge on me for not being born a boy and proper heir.

  I heard the rumble of the rig as it rolled into the driveway. Arthur had the muffler taken out of his truck to make it sound fiercer. A decision that made him sound like a jackass.

  “Sugar pie, your date is here,” Dad nearly sang from the first floor.

  “No shit,” I said to myself.

  Daddy would have put me over his knee if he’d heard me using such a phrase. He was very much of the opinion that girls shouldn’t be cursing or, indeed, have curse words said around or, heaven forbid, to them. If he ever heard most of the songs on my iPad, he would probably have a coronary.

  “Coming,” I said, sweet as pixie sticks.

  The torture device dress flounced as I went down the stairs. Daddy had chosen it, as he did with all my clothes. A truly terrible gingham thing that showed off my “assets”, which was okay because Arthur was going to be my husband. No harm in letting him preview the merchandise. I was surprised Dad didn’t make me wear a corset too, just to really sell the ideal. Had I elected to wear anything of the sort of my own free will, I would have been grounded for a week. Never mind that I was about to become a fully legal adult.

  Flowers. Fuck. Arthur had flowers. He looked very proud of himself too. The shit-eating grin plastered across his gob, making his face all the more punchable — not that I would ever do any such thing.

  “Good evening, Art,” I said, doing my best Scarlet O’Hara.

  “You look great,” he said, barely able to keep his tongue in his head.

  “Why, thank you, so do you.”

  He actually did, from a particular perspective. His Armani meets Roy Rogers look was a bit much for me, though I was sure it would be appealing to someone. If he would only lose the string-tie, it wouldn’t be quite so vomit-inducing.

  To his credit, the man didn’t try to cop a feel as I got into the rig. Both a good and bad sign, really. He was being a perfect gentleman. Which could only mean he was as excited about our ensuing nuptials as I was. On that, at least, we could agree.

  One of the main things I didn’t like about Art, aside from his car, fashion sense, and general personality, was that he seemed to think the best way to solve a problem was to throw money at it. It was easy to see why, considering the number of charges that had been dropped after his family started to apply the pressure to the San Antonio judge. No one fucked with them. Which basically left them free to do whatever they wanted — one of the many advantages to being rich enough to buy a country. Their donations to the Terrell Hills church were ever so generous. Though still a small price to pay to cleanse on
e’s immortal soul.

  “What is that?” Art asked, catching me humming in his presence.

  “‘Lawyers, Guns and Money’.”

  The other thing Art and I agreed on was our taste in dates. Burgers from the chuck wagon and a drive-in movie. Despite his polished appearance, Art harbored a secret soft spot for popcorn schlock. Not Westerns either. We both jumped right down to the bottom of the gutter with exploitation and grindhouse. The bloodier, the better. There was a triple feature that night that would keep us out for hours—Daddy no doubt thinking things had gone swimmingly and never suspecting the actual truth of the matter. I just couldn’t say no to Dad. I’d never disobeyed him before.

  I looked at Art in the flicker of the towering moving screen. He wasn’t too bad looking, really. Put him in some jeans and a T-shirt, and he might even be handsome. Were it not for his rich boy attitude and propensity to try and bang everything with a skirt and a pulse, we might have been friends. I tried to put it out on my mind and focus on the low-budget glory unfolding before us.

  If there was such a thing as a respectable time, that date wasn’t it.

  The mansions stood like specters in the dark as the rig rumbled up the street, setting off several dogs along the way. I closed the front door as quietly as humanly possible. Daddy wasn’t likely waiting up for me, and I didn’t want to wake him. It might have been a different story were it closer to sunrise, but as it stood, I was still okay. Though from what I understood, even if I had stayed out until breakfast, considering who I was with, I wouldn’t have been a slut. Just chronologically challenged.

  As far as our dads were concerned, Art and I were already engaged. Though I didn’t actually remember a ring being offered or accepted for that matter. It was like the will of God, inherent, permanent, and never to be questioned. Though the older I got, the more appealing some pagan deities started to look. Though that would be going a bit too far with the “heritage and tradition” Daddy and Granddaddy constantly went on about. Proper human existence beginning with the Mayflower as far as they were concerned.