Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) Read online

  “I just don't understand what's going on here. Is it going to be her or me?” The acrid note in my voice took me by surprise.

  Jesus. I sound like a child pouting, even to myself.

  “Are you trying to tell me I have to choose?” His lips hardened, and his words hummed low, more than a little threatening.

  “No.” I said at last, tears brimming in my eyes. “I just don't want to lose what we had this weekend. I love you so much, sir. Daddy...”

  He released my hands and I wrapped them tight around his back. He always softened when I called him Daddy, but this time, I really meant it.

  No one could replace him. I'd need a new lover, a father, a mate in one. And nobody in the world could ever match what he'd given me.

  “Why do you think we're going to lose anything? Just because I'm welcoming your Mom back doesn't mean anything has changed between us.” His dominant right hand curled to my spine and stopped, flat and warm against the small of my back.

  “But...she put you off before.” I sniffed, containing my tears. Just barely.

  “That was then,” he whispered, moving his lips closer to mine. “This is now.”

  Mr. LaVenia kissed me hard. In an instant, he swept me up in his manly force, pressing me to his slab of a chest. I hungrily plied my lips into his, wishing they could melt together, famished for his touch.

  The scheming hand on my back lifted my nightgown. He moved past the hem, cupping and rubbing my ass cheeks, silently pulling me into him.

  With one leg, he gently kicked the door shut behind us. Locked in his grip, he ushered me over to the sofa. Several times, I felt his rising bulge on my backside.

  I didn't care that we were about to do it like this. I didn't even care that he'd been inside my own mother just a few minutes before.

  “Bend over, little doll. Let me show you my love and respect.” He waited until I complied, straightening my hands on the leather arm rest next to us. “And just because I've stolen your virginity and made you a woman, you don't have a license to be a bitch or a brat.”

  I whined with surprise. Before I could say anything else, his hand reached to my front, skimmed my pubic hair, and ripped my panties down my legs.

  One push and he was in me. I gasped and steadied myself on the leather.

  There wasn't any time to adjust. There was only the onslaught of his muscles crashing into me like waves, deliberate and strong.

  He's punishing you because he cares...

  The little voice in my head faded in soft laughter. The time for thinking had passed, and now he'd taken me into the realm of pure feeling, an exclusive prison I wouldn't escape until I'd come.

  Mr. LaVenia's rough hand sizzled across my thigh. He reached deep. His fingers found my clit and began to massage it, rubbing my swollen bead as he slammed himself into me.

  Too much. Too soon!

  I came hard just a couple minutes into our fucking. My ass instinctively went wild, slapping back to his thighs, forcing him deeper into my hungry, sucking wetness.

  We'd reached our limit. The anger boiling inside him didn't give him much endurance, and in this case, it wasn't needed.

  We both understood what this was. This was a rough fuck, a lesson in flesh, meant to drive me down to the depths of pleasure, making me his vessel to play with and fill.

  Just as my orgasm started to fade, he crashed into me one last time, stiffening to granite. His free hand caught my hair and yanked it hard.

  He buried my face in the leather to stop the screams. My sex convulsed a second time, setting off new explosions in my brain.

  We rutted, grunted, and came, happy slaves to the vitality flowing in our veins. He buried himself to his balls and poured it in, all fire and soul erupting like thick cream.

  I took his seed deep. High on my ecstasy, I imagined a torrent of his sperm rushing into me, aggressively seeking its target in the eternal race beginning every creature's existence.

  I was too shocked, panting for breath when he pulled away. A few stray droplets of his seed quickly splashed to my panties wrapped around my ankles.

  I straightened myself, listening to the snap of his boxers on his waist before I turned around. He met me with tiger eyes.

  “I love you, little doll. I'm going to keep fucking you and treating you like the greatest woman in the world. But you're going to have to learn to share.”

  “But...we can't keep it a secret forever,” I moaned, looking anxiously toward the door.

  Mom had probably fallen asleep. But what if she caught us there like that, half-naked and glowing with passion?

  “Soon we won't have to.” The warm smile I hadn't seen for a long time returned, a sight so welcome I nearly forgot what he said.

  “Now, back to bed, little doll. You're going to be taking better care of your body from now on. Very soon, you'll be caring for more than just yourself.”

  His hand wrapped around my waist and blossomed across my lower belly. Dazed, I let him guide me out of the study and up to the stairs.

  Upstairs, in my room, I paused to wonder what he meant. But I couldn't fight sleep forever, too content on his seed leaking out my folds and the stew of lovely hormones pleasure had released.

  Before I knew it, I'd gone deep into my dreams, casually wondering how crazy things would get before Christmas.

  It was just after Halloween, and I wasn't even tired or hung over for a good reason. I didn't dare go my friend's party that night. The boys there didn't interest me, and neither did the liquor.

  Even so, I woke up sick, nauseated beyond belief. My parents had left for their daily excursions, leaving no one but Shirley and a younger maid in the house.

  She saw the pale discomfort behind my sleepy mask as soon as I wandered downstairs.

  “Oh, Miss Tammy. Let me fetch you some aspirin.”

  “Wait,” I called after her, reaching out with a desperation like she'd left me alone in the desert. “I don't need aspirin, Miss Shirley. I need a pregnancy test.”

  Shirley's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Leaning on the counter, the frizzy haired older woman took a second to recover.

  She pursed her lips and nodded softly. “I can get that for you, Miss Tammy. Just wait until the break in my shift...”

  I was upstairs, trying to soothe my unsettled stomach when she knocked. I mumbled a thanks and took the small box from her hands.

  I knew I ran the risk of this getting back to Mom or Dad, but so what?

  He wanted it. And if she found out, then maybe I could finally have him all to myself.

  Greedy lust fired within me as I tramped to the bathroom. I did my business and waited for the results to appear, bracing myself for the result I really desired.

  After weeks of fucking him, it would be a serious disappointment if I wasn't pregnant. My period was certainly late.

  And he wanted it as badly as I did. Mr. LaVenia, my new Daddy, truly wanted to become a Daddy to a beautiful child.

  If I could give him that, I silently told the heavens, I'd never ask for anything else.

  Trembling, I withdrew the plastic strip and waited. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

  A bright pink YES stared me straight in the face. The world spun. My vision blurred and I scrambled for the toilet, sick with excitement.

  I leaned over and waited for a couple minutes, but everything settled. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't going to vomit. But then it hit me.

  Pregnant. With Mr. LaVenia's baby. Holy shit!

  Sooner or later, Shirley would tell someone. I didn't blame her – it was her duty to the man who wrote her paycheck.

  But when she did, I'd be ready. I crept into my room and laid down with my tablet, passing the rest of the evening browsing pregnancy forums and waiting.

  Mom came home first, followed by her husband not long after. I smiled, filled with venom and electric desire.

  I'd tell them both myself, even if Shirley got to them first. I didn't want to break Mom's heart, but I was willing to pay a steep price to keep him.

  I heard them conversing softly as I threw myself out of bed and changed into fresh clothes. I stopped at the edge of my room and stretched, like a cat warming up its muscles to go on the prowl.

  I saw Mom first, quietly setting the table as Mr. LaVenia carved up a ham behind her. My stomach growled, reminding me I'd have to eat more now that I was pregnant.

  For an instant, I almost let everything go in favor of dinner. Almost.

  My feet pivoted, turning me right in Mom's direction. I was behind her when she turned around and saw me.

  “Good evening, Mom,” I said softly.

  I hadn't realized how nervous I was until then. Luckily, Mr. LaVenia's harsh caresses had taught me that bravery brought unique rewards.

  “Oh, honey.” She strode toward me on those ridiculous heels, looking like she was about to burst with euphoria. “Congratulations!”

  I struggled in her arms, stunned into silence. It never stopped amazing me how such a small woman could deliver such forceful, gushy affection. I guessed that's how she kept him satisfied, bringing the same fervor into the bedroom.

  “What? What do you mean?” I finally managed.

  Mr. LaVenia laid down the carving knife and came up next to us. After Mom finally released me, he planted a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me close.

  I flushed scarlet red. I wanted him to do this after she'd been told and consoled.

  Would I even get that chance now?

  “Shirley told us all about it, honey. You're pregnant! Just like we planned.” Mom threw her arms around me again, and he made room for her.

  “I...I don't get it.”

  “Your mother's infertile, little doll,” he said, running his fingers up the back of my neck. “We love each other too much to let it wreck our marriage. I have to have a baby, and Beth is kind and open minded.”

  “He can't have children with me, so I gave him my blessing to have them with the only other person in the world he loves just as much.”

  Mom grinned, looking like the most glamorous shark in the world. I shuddered, feeling a mad, mad shame foaming up inside me.

  This. Is. Crazy!

  How could I have been so stupid? I heard their conversation – not to mention their celebratory sex – the very first night!

  I turned, burying myself in Daddy's chest, away from her wicked eyes. But I couldn't get away from her laughter.

  Mom kept giggling, running her sharp nails up and down my back.

  “Oh, honey. It's going to be okay. You never had any siblings of your own, but you'll learn to share with time.” She leaned closer, whispering in my ear.

  “I'm going to be going on more trips soon. You'll be alone with your father a lot more often than you think. And I don't care what happens when I'm away.”

  I could still feel her radiant smile engulfing me like a white shadow. Slowly, I lifted my face, drying my tears. I forced myself to meet her eyes.

  “Are you really serious? I just can't believe you'd do this.”

  Her hand fell to my shoulder. Mr. LaVenia's strong arms tightened around me, and then slid to my ass.

  “Stephen!” Mom snapped. “Not right now. You'll enjoy her later. Here, let's just take a moment to calm ourselves and breathe. Everyone in this room has a bright future. Bright and beautiful.”

  Deep inside me, the last reluctant fibers snapped. I gingerly moved out of his grasp and looked at my parents – especially my lover.

  Slowly, I hugged them both. Mom laughed happily against my shoulder while Daddy's stubble nuzzled sharp against my flesh.

  Hm. Maybe it's not so bad after all. A girl can learn to share, can't she?

  I squeezed his muscular shoulder. The keen power beneath my fingertips made me want to jump him right there. Lust flared, warming my blood.

  Suddenly, I realized who was really getting the better end of the bargain.

  Oh, yes. Mom can have a little piece of him alone once in awhile. Just as long as I get him on those dark nights when I'm fertile, horny, and ready to feel him pouring himself inside me.

  Just as long as I give him all my love, and return his sweetness growing softly in my womb.

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  “Please be gentle, Mr. Langern,” I whispered. “I've never been with anyone before. And I never expected my first to be you..”

  “Gentle?” His hands snaked up my chest, stopping at my breasts. His palms flattened against my nipples and his fingers squeezed. Hard.

  “No, Kaylee. You think good sex happens while you're crying, listening to the raindrops patter on the windows?”

  His right hand opened and closed just as quickly again. The hook motion caught my nipple, shocking me with his addictive energy, all the way to my bones.

  Mr. Langern's face twisted. The smile he wore had gone beyond confidence, straight into the sharp grin of an eager instructor who relished conditioning his pupils.

  “I...I don't know. Oh!” He pinched my nipple again, flicking the very tip when he was done.

  “Bullsh*t. I think you know all about what to expect. And I think you want to give me exactly what I desire, my sweet young student, no matter how scary it seems at first.”

  I didn't have an answer. And even if I had, the time for talk was past.

  He fell upon me, tearing down both straps of my dress, stamping his searing kisses into my neck. I squirmed beneath him, panting the entire time.

  All the oxygen in the world couldn't stave off the harsh tremors spiking through my flesh. I lifted into him.

  Big mistake! When I felt his bulge against my crotch, I lost my mind.

  Mischievous hands wound behind my back, skilled and searching. My bra unhooked and fell to the side.

  The inferno in his eyes went from amber to orange-white. Then there was nothing but pink as my hard nubs filled his pupils.

  Mr. Langern lowered his face and surrounded my right bud with those devouring lips. I screamed.

  The bellow caused my ears to open up, and I heard the distant thump-thump-thump of techno in some far off corner of the house.

  How distant Holly and her party had become frightened me. Right now, I was in another world, alone with my best friend's father in a place so new and mysterious it threatened to swallow me whole.

  Goosebumps bubbled up on my skin, as if I couldn't hold all his heat, all his tension. My sex constricted and pulsed deep inside me, all the way to my womb.

  Just let go and fuck him. This is what you wanted, isn't it?

  “Yes! Yes, Mr. Langern,” I moaned. My voice sounded far and tinny, a meager cry as he flicked, sucked, and nipped at my breasts.

  His opposite hand rose and tightened brutally on my uncovered breast. Pinching his teeth and fingers at the same time, I pushed up toward him. Something inside me wanted to escape the bright pleasure storming through me.

  But Mr. Langern wouldn't let me. His muscular bulk held me down the entire time, putting me in bondage with his powerful body.

  When he moved his lips to my other breast, my senses just stopped. Now, his lips and hands reversed places, jolting me over and over, ritualistically balancing the thunder in my nerves.

  The dim room started to blur. My dress came off in a single pull when he'd finally finished with my nipples, leaving his soft red impressions on my tender flesh.

  “Ahhhh. I knew you had a slutty side, Kaylee. Good little virgins don't wear panties so dark and lacy, do they?” I shivered as he rubbed his dominant hand across them. “Not unless they want to get f*cked.”

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