Carrying the Billionaire's Baby (Breeding Erotic Romance) (4 page)

When the waves of pleasure
finally subsided, I felt him stand up and step back off the bed,
his feet back on the tile floor.

“Roll back over,” he
ordered. “Keep your hips elevated.”

I obeyed, shamelessly,
rolling over so that my full nakedness was visible in the dim room,
then raised my hips so that my still sopping wet pussy was high in
the air.

“You’ll need to stay like
that for at least ten minutes,” he explained. “As long as you
can.”

I said nothing, keeping my
eyes trained on him as he shifted from side to side. Inside me, I
could feel his seed dripping.

“Thank you,” he said.
“That was exactly what was required. You’re welcome to spend the
night, of course — the room is yours. Ms. Brook will be here in the
morning. She will send you home with the proper tests. And she will
set up a time for you to come back here so we can… —“

I interrupted. I couldn’t
help myself. April O’Connor will always interrupt, even at the most
inopportune moments. It is a forever constant in my
life.

“We’re not done for
tonight, are we?” I asked, drawing a hand across my breasts and
down my stomach. I let a finger brush against my pussy lips, slick
with his cum. I surprised myself with my brazenness, but then this
was a job, wasn’t it? And I wanted to do it well. “Shouldn’t we go
for round two?”

He seemed taken aback by
the question. He looked away, turning his eyes to the window, and
paused for a long, worrisome second.

But then, there it was —
that famous half-smile. He stepped toward me again, his cock
already starting to grow hard.

“Don’t move,” said Mr.
Atherstone, as he shifted onto the bed, bringing his naked body
close to mine. I kept my hips in the air, still feeling his hot cum
inside me, and reached out and put a hand on his stiffening
cock.

“Yes,” he said. “Touch
me.”

I ran my fingers up his
shaft, slowly, teasing him with my finger tips, enjoying the
feeling of his member growing harder and harder with every stroke.
He had stamina, I had to admit — it had been only a few minutes
since his orgasm, and he was getting close to ready to go once
more.

But he wasn’t quite there.
And I wanted to help. An impulse gripped me and refused to let go.
I decided to be bold.

Keeping myself elevated as
best as I could, I slid my body down the oversized bed, so my face
was close to his thick manhood. Not even giving the billionaire a
chance to respond, I brought my lips forward and kissed his
hardness. His cock jumped against my lips, and I parted them,
letting my tongue lick his shaft, enjoying the warmth of his
skin.

He moaned and I was
encouraged to go forward, licking up to the head and taking the end
of his cock into my mouth. I could feel him really start to stiffen
now as I put a hand around the base and sucked lightly.

I stroked and licked,
tasting his salty cum and my own lingering juices. The feeling of
his throbbing hot cock in my mouth drove me wild. If my arousal had
at all faded between his first orgasm and now, it was now back with
a vengeance. I wanted him so badly — I wanted to feel him inside of
me again.

I took him into my mouth
again, deeper this time, and — with my hips still elevated — let a
hand fall down my body to my sopping wet cunt. I stroked my clit
and then plunged a finger inside of me, feeling the heat of my
wetness mixed with his thick seed.

Finally, he had enough —
he was ready. He moved over top of me again, facing me this time,
his hands pressing on my thighs to spread my legs wide for him. His
eyes locked with mine with a burning intensity and I read all the
emotion in his face: lust and desire and hopefulness and a tinge of
sadness that was both heartbreaking and intriguing. I pondered that
for a second, but all thoughts were washed away when he positioned
his hard cock against my pussy lips, and pushed.

I shuddered with pleasure
as he entered me again. He brought his body down on top of mine,
still keeping his eyes locked with mine. His chest burned hot
against my breasts, my nipples hard against his skin.

He started slow, with an
exact precision, pushing inside until he was as deep as my cunt
would allow. His first thrust was careful and deliberate, but he
soon picked up the pace, pulling himself out almost completely then
bringing his shaft back in. I pushed back with every thrust,
angling my hips so that he could go further and deeper.

I moaned. Waves of
pleasure washed over me with every thrust. I shut my eyes as he
pushed in then opened them as he pulled out, and each time his
piercing eyes stared back at me. He gasped and moaned and I wrapped
my arms around him, letting my hands run over his back. I wanted
him to come so much — wanting to feel his seed inside me again.
That thought took me higher, until my body was burning with
intensity and lust — a quivering sensation ran up from my toes,
filling me up with ecstasy until I couldn’t hold back.

I screamed as my body left
me, an orgasm shooting through with lustful tremors, my cunt
contracting around his cock as he kept thrusting harder and harder,
his hips pushing into me with an incredible speed. His cock
throbbed so much and I knew he was close. Our eyes locked again, as
my orgasm continued to sweep through me, and I whispered, almost
imperceptibly, “Give it to me.”

He did. With another loud
moan, his whole body shivered as he came, his cock jumping inside
me as he shot thick blasts of white hot cum deep into my pussy. He
collapsed on top of me, his face buried against my hair and the
pillow, but then he surprised me. He pressed his face against mine
and I could feel his mouth brush across my hair and my skin until
he found my waiting lips. The billionaire kissed me, as his cock
continued to erupt inside me, as his seed filled my cunt with
pleasure and with promise, as we lay together — joined together —
naked in the dim room, the lights of the city burning bright
outside.

I don’t remember much
after that. It must have been late. Exhaustion washed over me as he
pulled out of me. Our arms wrapped around one another
unconsciously. We said nothing. There was nothing that needed to be
said.

The night was over.
Morning would come later.

I awoke to the sound of
the bedroom door opening. Sunlight streamed trough the room. I
blinked my eyes rapidly trying to adjust. Trying to even remember
where I was. I knew I wasn’t in my apartment, but it took a second
to remember what had happened — and even longer to convince myself
that it all hadn’t been a dream.

But the warmth of the body
lying next to me in that bed was impossible to ignore. It was
enough to make me forgot that I was not at all a morning
person.

I raised my head up, my
hair across my face, and looked through the early morning haze. Ms.
Brook stood in front of the bed, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.
She stared at Mr. Atherstone, his naked body only half-covered by a
sheer sheet.

She realized I was looking
at her, and turned away quickly. “I apologize,” she whispered
quickly. “I didn’t realize…”

And then she was gone, the
door closing softly behind her.

“What was that?” asked Mr.
Atherstone, finally stirring from sleep.

“Ms. Brook,” I said. “She
seemed embarrassed. Was she not expecting me to stay?”

He sat up on the edge of
the bed, his back to me, and stretched. “Oh, no,” he said. “It’s
more likely that she probably wasn’t expecting me to
stay.”

“But you did
stay.”

He stood up, and turned
toward me, still naked from our night of passion. “Yes,” he said.
“I stayed.” He flashed me his half-smile.

He collected his clothes
from the night before and started to dress. “I have to go now, Ms.
O’Connor,” he said.

“April — you can call me
April. I think we should be past the formalities.”

“I guess you’re right,” he
said. “April.”

He buttoned his shirt
slowly, and then expertly tied his necktie, looking perfect despite
only rousing from bed minutes ago.

“I have to catch a plane,”
he explained. “But it would be good to have another… session
tonight. I hope you can schedule something with Ms.
Brook.”

I lay back in the bed,
loving the sensation of the soft sheets against my naked body. The
idea of being with him again filled me with
anticipation.

“Yes, of course,” I
agreed.

He shrugged his suit
jacket onto his shoulders and stepped over to the bed
again.

“Thank you again for
agreeing to do this,” he said, putting a warm hand on my
sheet-covered stomach. His eyes locked with mine. “It means a lot
to me.”

I didn’t know what to say,
so I simply put my hands on top of his, and we stayed like that for
a moment, as if we were willing a child to magically come into
existence inside of me. But not just any child — our
child.

“I’ll see you tonight,” I
said.

“I’m glad, Ms. O’Connor —
or April, as you’d like.”

He leaned over the bed and
kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. Then he turned and
left the bedroom.

I lay there in the
billionaire’s penthouse, alone with my thoughts, my hands on my
stomach. I was waiting. I was hoping. For him. For us.

TO BE CONTINUED IN
CARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY, BOOK II: THE BILLIONAIRE’S
GIFT

ABOUT GWENDOLYN BRIDGES

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She’s been writing and working in journalism for almost a
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IF YOU LIKED ‘CARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE’S
BABY, BOOK ONE’…

A ROYAL BREEDING (Breeding Erotic
Romance)

BY GWENDOLYN BRIDGES

Anna met her dream man,
who just so happens to be the prince and future King! But after the
magic of their royal wedding fades, she’s finding it hard to wear
the crown and deal with the tabloid media who are vicious in their
desire to see Anna give birth to the heir to throne. When the
prince learns of Anna’s frustrations, he hatches a plan to breed
with his princess—as many times as it takes!

WARNING: This 9,600 word
story includes sweet romance between newlyweds, hot outdoor sex,
copious breeding and a whipped cream surprise!

EXCERPT:

I was lost in the moment. The feeling of his
hands on my body, his lips against mine, all that heat we shared. I
had missed all of him so much.

But I snapped back to reality when I felt
his fingers working the tie on the back of my bikini top, pulling
it loose, right there, outside, on the cottage’s sun deck.

I pulled my lips away from his and
gasped.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “We can’t…
not here.”

I put a hand against my chest, holding my
top in place.

Robert smiled a devilish smile. “Why not
here?” he shrugged. “I’ve made a pretty good plan.”

“What?” I asked, as he resumed running his
hand over my body.

“We’re all alone. I arranged it all. The
staff have all gone. The security have been instructed not to
approach the grounds. There is no one else in our world right now
except for us, my darling wife.”

He pulled at the front of my bikini. I let
him go without resistance. He tossed the garment to the side, and
took in my heaving breasts, rising with deep breaths, my nipples
rock hard from the pleasure of our kissing.

“See?” he said. “Freedom.”

Standing out there in the sunlight,
half-naked, was strange and exciting. I’d never done anything so
daring. But I fancied it. I had to admit, I fancied it a lot.

“And the rest of your plan?” I asked,
nestling my naked breasts against his chest as he wrapped me in his
arms again.

He laughed. “Well,” he said. “We’re going to
get you pregnant.”

He let his hands run down
my back, wrapping his palm around my backside with both hands. His
touch sent shivers through me as I thought about his words.
We’re going to get you
pregnant
. He said it with such confidence,
such a sense of power and assurance. How could he know so
concretely that we would do it?