by Jamie Knight
He’d brought the whole clan, Dunns from all over the country flying in to see his little princess get hitched. No longer caring that my husband-to-be owned a garage. Mainly after he found out how successful it was. If anything, there was a natural overlap between their businesses. Dad giving Chad a deal on any Dunn-Ross products he wanted.
It was the first time I’d seen dad without a cowboy hat. On his head anyway, his signature hat held clutched to his chest. His other arm was for me as he walked me down the aisle to give me away.
Though this paled in comparison to the shock of seeing Chad in a proper suit. He looked so good my mouth actually dropped open. Luckily the dress had been my great grandma’s and came complete with a full veil to hide my face until the moment of truth. One of my few concessions to dad’s wishes. Mostly to apologize for calling him by his first name before telling him to go eat his hat. Another thing I kind of regretted in the aftermath. Not in terms of the action but the exact execution.
Kisses were had, the cake was cut, and Chad and I nearly floated around the dance floor, caught in a world all our own. I was only at the beginning of the first trimester, so the baby bump didn’t really get in the way. Which was nice considering we still had the honeymoon to look forward to.
“Where are we going?” I asked in the truck, the way we were driving not the way we had planned.
The plan had been to go home and finish packing for the honeymoon and leave for the airport first thing in the morning. Where we were actually going was the front lot of the garage.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, pretty sure I already knew.
“You’ll see,” he said with a sly wink.
Helping me down out of the truck cab, my new husband swooped me into his arms and carried me through the threshold of the open garage door. At the center of the room was a car raised up on the lift just high enough to be worked on — a pile of blankets and a bottle of what looked like champagne with two glasses underneath it.
“I can’t drink,” I pointed out, as the door closed automatically behind us, Chad hiding the remote well in his pocket.
“Non-alcoholic,” he said, laying me down on the blankets.
With soft kisses and sure hands, Chad got me out of the wedding dress as well as my underthings. The doors to the shop had no windows, so we didn’t have to worry about being seen.
Sharing labor like we would continue to do for the rest of our marriage, Chad stroked my pussy, warming me up as I helped him out of his clothes. Soon rendering him as naked as I was. His big, hard cock within inches of my hands. I claimed what was mine, taking him firmly in both hands, stroking him with both hands until I had to drop my mouth over the head to take his massive load. Making the most of it, I kept his cock in my mouth until he unloaded. Chad stroking my cheek as I licked him clean.
Kissing me softly, he lay me down on my back. Working his way down my neck, over my tits, and along my belly, my new husband buried his face in my wet, aching pussy, which had been unbelievably tight since the wedding banquet. He gave me some much needed relief.
I came quicker than I would have liked. Then again, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to end. Still, Chad more than made up for it. Easily pushing my legs apart with his hands on my knees, my loving husband gently mounted me. Stroking the warm head of his cock right up against my clit and making me moan.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, fuck me, baby.”
“You want it hard?”
“Absolutely. Fuck me senseless.”
Kissing me hard, Chad started to move. Going from easing in and out of me to pumping his massive cock into my tight pussy. His hands holding mine above my head as I ecstatically writhed and moaned beneath him. His muscular body warming me up with an almost transcendental warmth.
“I want it in my ass,” I said when we’d both recovered.
“Turn over, sweetheart.”
Getting me into a doggy position, Chad touched the cool tip of a well-lubed butt plug to my asshole. I had no idea how he had managed to carry them without me, or anyone else, noticing, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Getting it positioned in my ass, Chad leaned down and licked me from behind. Using his tongue and fingers to bring me to a massive orgasm, making my asshole stretch even more as I relaxed.
The butt plug having done its work, Chad gently withdrew it from my stretched out asshole. Taking every precaution, he dribbled some lube into my asshole and then applied some to his cock. I shivered from the sudden chill but still appreciated the gesture.
“Move back a little, sweetie,” Chad said, putting a hand on my bare hip.
I shifted back a bit, lowering my upper body even more, presenting my ass for whatever he wanted to do.
He was gentle at first, only putting in the head. When my trembling finally subsided in his warm embrace, at least some of it from the coolness of the lube, he started to move faster. Slowly gaining speed, my true beloved was pumping my virgin ass on the floor of his garage, under the chaise of a car, the smell of metal and oil on the air. Just the way his greasy princess liked it.
We both came together, screaming out each other’s names, then collapsed into a heap. Chad held me from behind, one hand gently holding my belly and the child inside. We were a family, and I was finally in the life that was perfect for me.
THE END
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Sliding down my stomach, his hands reach the button of my jeans. Soon the fly is open. One hand pulls them down while the other rubs over my cotton panties. Lifting up my hips, I allow him to slide my pants down and throw them to the floor. My panties are next. Nervous, I lay there naked underneath him. Ben seems to enjoy the sight of my nude body.
“Oh, Cece,” he murmurs softly and kisses me again.
I can feel his hard dick against my thighs. It’s ready to burst through his pants. I spread my legs, willing and eager, then wrap my arms wrap his neck. He stops kissing me long enough to unzip his pants and kick them off. I'm practically dizzy with want and need. I need to feel him inside of me, and it's hotter than I imagined it would be.
He's so hard, I can feel my juices already dripping for him. My pussy and thighs are soaked. It’s all so new and so incredible.
“Oh, yes, Cece, all for me,” he whispers. I love the way Ben says my name. It sounds sexy that way.
Grasping his cock, he rubs the stiff head along my pussy lips, getting it wet. I feel him moving up and down a bit until he is lined up with my channel. Trying to stay relaxed, I gasp as he pushes inside of me. At first, it stings, but then the pleasure is so great my head drops back into the pillows on the couch.
“Oh, wow!” I gasp.
With his cheek pressed to mine, Ben laughs. “That’s right,” he murmurs. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He pulls back some. As his cock slides out, my core tightens. Before he drops all the way out of me, he pushes back in, faster this time. The feeling of our bodies moving against each other leaves me stunned.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” I gasp. “It feels so good.”
Each thrust leaves me wanting more. I love the way it feels, his body sliding against mine. This is crazy what we are doing, but it feels so good I don't know if I want it to stop.
“Oh, Ben, more please!” I cry out softly.
He
thrusts into me harder, and it's so good. I never knew a man could make me or my body feel this way.
“Oh, Ben, yes!” I pant, getting louder.
He kisses me, maybe to keep me quiet. I don't know, or do I care. I'm lost in the feelings of everything. He thrusts me so hard like he's pounding my body. I never knew pleasure like this existed. I try to hold out, fighting the urge for as long as possible because I don't want to end. That is impossible, though, because he is just too good. I cry out his name as I cum, my body trembling. My juices drip down my thighs and all over him.
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I want to give my new nanny some extra duties.
I'm glad Cece and my daughter get along fantastically.
But it seems I can't stop fantasizing about her.
Her hourglass figure is the stuff of dreams.
I constantly imagine having my way with her.
Right on top of the desk of my home office.
But we can't get too close or risk endangering custody.
Plus, I don't do commitment.
Not since my ex cheated on me.
Cece and I can only be a fling and that's it.
But once she's taken such good care of me,
how can I let her go?
Especially when I discover she's carrying my baby.
My Billionaire Boss's Secret Baby is a standalone secret baby romance. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!
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Chapter One - Macy
Day 1 of Lockdown
Opportunities can come at the strangest of times and in the oddest of ways. Like when I somehow landed a plumb job as a paralegal at one of the biggest law firms not only the city but the state – one of the few multi-billion dollar law firms going.
Not that it was a cold corporate culture. The firm itself, a family affair run by siblings Mel and Jim White, was housed in a red brick heritage building with an on-site coffee shop. The atmosphere was not quite the ping-pong court and arcade games in the break room like I had heard about at graphic design firms, but it was still hardly the draconian hell I had heard tell about at many of the surrounding office towers.
I just thanked my lucky stars that the firm didn’t really have a dress code and I didn’t have to wear high heels every day. The damn things played merry hell on my ankles, especially when I had to walk to the building every day from my car.
There were legends going around that the firm kept a few spots in a nearby parking garage but the bestowment of one of the them was subject to great mystery. Three of the spots were reserved for the firm’s partners.
Finding a rare and precious road spot, no doubt due to the social distancing orders that the city had put in place due to the Coronavirus, I went in for an a extra shift. I needed the money and didn’t mind the work.
It wasn’t like I had a hot date. Or any date. My confidence was pretty shaken since my ex dumped me. According to him, I was boring because I didn’t like going to clubs and dropping party drugs. He had already done so much ecstasy in his time it was a wonder he could still be so mean.
My boss was a big shot lawyer at the firm. Not a partner but well on his way. At least according to the office gossip. He was so handsome it was hard to keep my eyes off him, which was something that lead to a few accidents my first couple of days there. Nothing too serious. I wasn’t falling down stairs or anything, but I did drop a lot of papers, giving the male staff some very good looks at my ass.
A few of them were actually caught looking at it. It was a bit embarrassing because I was shy but still made me feel pretty good. I was still a virgin and couldn’t see how any guy would be interested in me. I was surprised but excited when this theory was proven wrong.
Despite being a virgin, I was still really horny, fantasizing a lot about what it would be like to lose my virginity whenever I got the opportunity. I wasn’t really saving myself either. I would love to have sex if I could find the right guy.
The building was eerily quiet. Even the second floor reception desk was empty, standing like a dark, lonely island in the ocean of the lobby. I’d taken the stairs up, having had an aversion to elevators since getting stuck in one during a black out. Some might call it a phobia but that term describes an irrational fear of something not generally thought to be dangerous, like balloons or the dark. And elevators were definitely dangerous.
I found Paul in his office going over some pleadings. His tailored suit jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, revealing his black suspenders against his crisp white shirt. He could come off as a bit cold sometimes, but it was easy to admire his dedication to his job. He seemed to really believe in what he was doing and in seeing that justice was done.
He had all the signs of the new rich, but I could tell that it wasn’t about the money to him, not really. That was more of an added bonus for doing his job so well, which seemed fair enough to me. Especially since he gave a lot to charity – hospital funds and the like.
“Macy, thanks for coming in,” he said, not looking up from the legal texts.
“You’re welcome,” I said, leaving out the fact that I really didn’t have anything better to do.
“Everyone is so worried about this Corona thing. I think we might be the only ones here.”
“You’re not scared?” I asked, sitting down across from him.
“Sure I am. I’m not a fool. But I also have far too much work to do to take time off. This case is a tough one and I need as much research on it as I can get.”
“I see.”
Another reason that I didn’t mind coming into work was that he was a huge hunk. All the women at the office had a crush on him. Even the ones who were already spoken for. Not that they would do anything, of course, or that he would let them if they wanted to. Not only was he far too busy to have any kind of fling, but he was also too moral to do anything with a colleague’s wife or girlfriend.
Only a single woman would ever have had a chance with him. And I happened to be one of those, like it or not. I felt lucky to have the opportunity to work for him, which many other women around here would die for.
“Take down the following notes,” he said, finally looking at me.
I might have been imagining it but I could have sworn he was checking me out. He was scanning my body up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I hadn’t really dressed any more sexy that night than I usually did. Though that didn’t matter too much.
I was built in such a way as to always come across as provocative. My hips just naturally wiggled when I walked and I couldn’t wear a button up shirt without the cloth parting near my boobs since they were so damn big. Even my ass tended to stretch the material of the skirts I wore. I blushed from the attention, welcome and perplexing as it might have been.
I got out my pad and pen, preparing to take down notes of his instructions, but my mind was spinning with everything I would like him to do to me. Despite my virginity, I had always been pretty kinky in my fantasies.
I liked the idea of being dominated and most of my fantasies revolved around being completely submissive to a strong and experienced man as he had his way with me. Fucking me in every hole. Particularly my ass.
I blushed just thinking about it: Paul’s big, thick cock pounding into my tight little virgin pussy as I lay tied up and prone under him, loving every second of it.
It was just a fantasy, though, I reminded myself.
But as I caught him looking at me again as he rattled off a list of legal cases he wanted me to look into, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe it could come true.
Chapter Two - Paul
Macy was re
ally cute when she blushed. Like an innocent little angel. I wondered if she was a virgin and wasn’t used to such attention.
I couldn’t help scanning her perfect, curvy, hourglass body. Particularly her big, beautiful tits, which were in the top five of the biggest I had ever seen. I had seen the curve of her ass under her thin skirts before and noted its lovely, steep curve. Very squeezable.
I had never really looked at her that way before. It wasn’t that I thought she was ugly. Any fool could see that she was absolutely gorgeous and definitely my type – she was any man’s type, with those sexy curves of her.
I just hadn’t noticed her before on account of me being so busy. I had really been giving it my all ever since the rumors of partnership had started a few months before. I really wanted a spot at the big table. I could definitely do some good then.
There was also a bit of ego involved, of course, if I was honest. I liked the idea of my opposition trembling in their boots at the notion of going up against a partner at White & White. Though, considering that most of them were objectively evil, I didn’t feel too bad about this bit of schadenfreude.
I was a workaholic to be sure, but I also had a bit of a secret. Something only my closest friends knew. When I wasn’t working, or carrying at the other necessities of life, I was at Club Lush: a private, exclusive, anything goes BDSM club downtown. Even the cops only knew about it by reputation, the exact location yet to be nailed down, except by the staff and members.
I really liked submissive women, consenting adults only of course, who let me completely dominate them. Spanking, slapping, bondage and anal were among my favorite activities and there was no shortage of like-minded female members who were more than happy to indulge both my desires and their own.