by Kami Kayne
“But you never said anything about a child. I’m too young--”
“Sshhh.” He gathered both of my wrists into one hand. Then, with the free one, he ran the tip of his forefinger down the center of my chest, from the hollow of my throat down between my breasts. Down it went, down my stomach, around my bellybutton. Down further, over my mound…
Between my folds.
It flicked softly over my clit, and I writhed beneath him. No longer was I afraid. No longer was I thinking about what might happen after he took me. All I cared about was the aching emptiness that had to be filled.
“Please,” I murmured.
He jammed his finger inside my cunt, and the walls clamped around it as it fucked me, gliding in and out, in and out.
“Please, what? Are you begging for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He eased my thighs apart with his hand, and I didn’t fight him. I wanted this. I needed it. I had to have it--his cock, buried deep inside me, stroking away this horrible aching need. “Beg me again,” he demanded, settling his hips between my thighs. Taking his cock in his hand, he dragged it up and down along my slit, covering it in my hot cream.
“Please, sir. Please take me.”
He placed the tip at my entry, and I froze in place. My breath caught in my throat. Oh God, this was it. Oh God.
“Again,” he said.
“Please.”
Pain.
White hot.
Breath-stealing.
He entered me in one sharp thrust and buried himself deep. I squirmed, feeling as if I had been torn in two. I was so full. Uncomfortably full. It hurt. Tears streamed from my eyes.
He withdrew then slammed in again, before my body had stretched to accommodate his girth. It hurt. I cried out, “Stop, please.” But he slammed into me, over and over, his body possessing mine, claiming it. He released my arms, so I planted my hands on his chest and pushed, curling my fingers into claws and raking them down his torso. But he didn’t stop. He fucked me hard. He fucked me fast. He fucked me like an animal until something strange happened, and my body started to respond, and the pain gradually changed into pleasure. Now I didn’t feel as if I was being torn in two. I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted him to fuck me more, faster, harder. His cock fit me perfectly, stroking deep inside where I needed his touch the most. I spread my legs wider, taking him deeper.
So good.
“Yes!” I shouted. He felt as if his cock was getting bigger, wider. And I loved it, even though he was fucking me like a jackhammer, my body bouncing on the bed. The sound of skin slapping skin could probably be heard through the whole house. And my moans and groans and whimpers filled the room. He was drilling me roughly, and oh, God did it feel good.
I was tingling everywhere, on the verge of orgasm. My breath caught in my throat. My pussy clenched around his rod. I was going to come.
“Ohhhhh,” I said.
He yanked out. “No, dammit.”
What?
I clapped my legs shut.
He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me, flipping me over on my belly. “Ass up, Allison.”
Ah, he was just looking for a change in position. I was good with that. As I raised my ass up, warm juices dripped down the inside of my thighs. He grabbed my hips and shoved his cock into me. Ah, it was heaven.
As he took me hard and fast, he growled out, “I told you, you may not come until I tell you.”
“Okay.” I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to me, hugging it to my chest. My pussy was so full. And his long, deep strokes felt so good tears were streaming from my eyes. So this was what sex was like, or rather what it should be like. Hard, hot bodies slamming together, a primitive dance of vulnerability and control. A strong, powerful male taking a soft woman. Claiming her body as his, leaving his mark.
My inner muscles clenched, intensifying the pleasure. My entry was raw and burning, but I didn’t care. Those strokes were just right. My body was burning, tightening.
I wanted to come. I was ready.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Not yet.” His voice was low but sharp. A warning. His fingertips dug into my fleshy hips. With each forward stroke, I felt my hips and ass ripple from the impact of our bodies. “Damn. So good.” His fingers dug in deeper. The sensation was both pleasurable and painful. I liked it and I didn’t.
Another wave of heat slammed through me. I was going to come. I reached between my legs and flicked my index finger over my clit. Instantly my inner walls clamped tight like a fist around him.
“Damn. Oh yes. I love how that pussy holds me. Do it again.”
I rubbed my clit again, and once more my pussy tightened around him.
“Yes.” He fucked me so hard my jaw was snapping. I arched my back to raise my ass and deepen his strokes. My finger danced over my clit now, producing giant waves of pleasure crashing through me. I was coming. He couldn’t stop me. He wouldn’t.
“Now,” he said. “Come now.”
My body was all too happy to do as he demanded. My orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami. Unbearable heat blazed up and down my body. I screamed as he pumped his come inside my clenching canal, filling my pussy. And my pussy spasmed, moving it deeper, to my womb.
I was too wrapped up in the ecstasy to think about what that meant until…until all the spasms had faded into little twitches and my gasping had slowed to deep sighs.
He was bent over me, his chest resting on my back, his head on my shoulder. His sweet breath warmed my neck. His skin was slick with sweat. Mine was too.
Then, my head cleared.
He had said he was going to make me pregnant. Pregnant!
Panicking, I tried to sit up, but he held me in place, head down, ass up. “No, Allison. Don’t move.”
“But I’m not ready for a baby.” This was exactly what I’d been afraid of. Now I was facing my worst fear, of being a single girl, pregnant and alone. People would stare and point and judge.
“I told you I wanted a child.”
“But you didn’t say you wanted one now.” Tears streamed from my eyes. I was scared. Still positioned on my knees, my ass sticking up in the air, I clutched the pillow to my chest and buried my face to hide my shame.
“You agreed to do anything, Allison.”
“I thought you just wanted sex.”
Had my mom known he wanted a child? Had she realized how huge of a commitment I had made in agreeing to have sex with this man?
I had just given Ryan Sharpe my innocence, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted my egg. My womb. The next nine months. And who knew how much more.
Whether I was ready or not, I had no only been claimed by a billionaire, a prince of an industry, but I was also being bred.
Bought and bred by a billionaire.
It wasn’t exactly the fairytale I’d dreamt of.
“Close your eyes, Allison. Sleep.” He pushed on my back, easing me down on my stomach. “Don’t move. Don’t get up. I want my come to stay in you for a long time. Tomorrow, we’ll do this again. And the next day. And the day after that. Until your belly is swelling with my child. You can’t stop me. You can’t escape. You won’t want to. Because even when you’re carrying my son, I’ll still fuck you. Hard. Just like you like it. You’re mine, Allison. Mine.”
But then again, who was to say this story wouldn’t have a fairytale ending?
The End
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An Excerpt From YES, DADDY
Copyright © KAMI KAYNE, 2012
All Rights Reserved
I was on the verge of losing control. I wanted Daddy to touch me. More. Everywhere. All over. I wanted him to kiss me. But more than anything, I wanted him to stroke away the ache pounding between my legs.
“Please?” I murmured, eyes closed, head tipped to the side as he nipped my earlobe.
“Please what?” His tongue flicked around the whor
l of my ear. He sucked my earlobe into the heat of his mouth. And I whimpered.
“Please. I ache.”
“Where do you ache, baby?” he asked.
“Everywhere.”
His gloved hand slid beneath my coat, settling over my breast. A little blade of sensation burned through my body. “Here?”
“Yes, there.”
“Where else?” His hand slid down, lower, lower. He leaned back a little then eased it into the waist of my snow pants.
I felt every miniscule nerve in my skin erupt as it gradually descended. When he finally cupped the juncture of my thighs, I had my eyes clamped shut, my head thrown back, and I was shaking all over.
“Here?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re very warm.”
“Too warm.”
“Good.” He removed his hand and I bit back a cry of disappointment.
“Why?” I said, dragging in a huge gulp of air.
He smiled. It was a devious smile that made my heart jerk in my chest. “You’re not ready yet. But soon.”
I swear I almost cried. How could he tease me like that? What did he mean, not ready yet? I was hurt and confused and a little ashamed. I scrambled to act like nothing had happened. Tried to steady my breathing and my quaking body.
He shook his head. “You can’t hide it. I don’t want you to. You look so pretty when you’re burning for me. So sexy.”
My inner walls squeezed around aching emptiness. That was what I wanted. That was what I needed. A touch there. A stroke. Deep inside. I had no idea what it would feel like, but I just knew that was what my body was screaming for. “I’m--“
“Listen to me.” He caught my chin in his hand again. “I stopped now because I had to. I want to give you time to think about it, to decide if you’re really ready to take the next step. Next time--if there is one--I won’t stop. I won’t be able to. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Don’t doubt for a minute that I want you. I do. With every cell in my body. I want to taste you. Everywhere. I want to suck your nipples until you lose control. And I want to shove my cock into your tight little pussy until you scream. But I won’t do a thing until you tell me to.”
About Kami Kayne
Kami Kayne is the pen name of a bestselling, award-winning fiction author. Her books are always sexy, but the themes often straddle the (sometimes) hazy line between mainstream and pushing-the-boundaries taboo erotica. When she's not penning her next dirty story, Kami enjoys quilting, laughing at the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory, or playing the role of soccer mom. If only the other moms knew...