His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

Taking a moment to let her adjust, I put my hands on her thighs, partly for leverage and partly just for the contact, because I loved the feeling of her warm, soft skin. Then I started to fuck her, pumping my hard cock gently in her sensitive pussy, taking it easy on her until I knew she was ready for something harder.

She put her hands on my hips, pulling me towards her. Gradually, I picked up speed until I was pounding her, Kora screaming into a nearby pillow she had grabbed and put over her own face. I loved to watch my big cock go in and out of her little pussy.

I also loved how it felt. Just as much as I did our very first time.

I couldn’t believe I had married the love of my life, and that we had had such a beautiful baby girl. I couldn’t be any happier right now if I tried.

Kora’s body shuddered as she came, every muscle seeming to react at once. I took the pillow away from her face and I kissed her, my cock still deep in her pussy.

"I love you," I said, looking down at her.

"Love you too. Always."

"Could you be happier?" I asked, meaning it rhetorically.

But I also wanted to tell her what I had just been thinking.

"Nope."

“Me neither,” I said, meaning it from the bottom of my heart. “I have never been this happy and I know I always will be, now that I married the love of my life, and now that we have our beautiful little daughter.”THE ENDMy Billionaire Ex’s Secret BabyThis is Book 9 in the His Secret Baby series, which are based on a theme and can be read alone but are fun to binge-read altogether!Jamie Knight –

Your Dirty Little Secret Romance AuthorChapter One - AidenAspen.

I never considered the possibility that I would move back here. I’ve passed through plenty of times for the festivals and the top-notch skiing, but I never stuck around for too long. This mountain town was home, but it wasn’t a home I thought I would return to. There were just too many bad memories. Too much pain.

The one thing that could get me into this town for months on end was money or the prospect of money. After retiring from riding the stock market at the age of thirty, I decided on a new venture. Something fun. Something taboo. Something that would blow people’s minds.

The idea came to me at a very private club in New York City. A club that catered to particular tastes. Tastes that only a small group of society enjoyed. Myself being one of them.

I talked to the owner and convinced myself that a sex club was the perfect idea. Club Taboo was born. The only question was where to put my new venture. The answer seemed to be home.

Aspen needed a BDSM club. Having grown up here, I knew that there would be clientele. Wealthy patrons who were dying for a place to show off their whips, chains, ball gags, and the height of bondage fashion. Club Taboo would be that safe space. It would be private. It would be exclusive. And it would be the talk of the town.

I wanted to believe that was the only reason for me to come home again: money. I wanted to believe that with all my heart and mind. But that wasn’t the truth.

It was opening night, and I got to see my new BDSM club flourishing. We reached capacity rather quickly, and a line had formed outside the club in the fresh spring night air.

Looking around was a source of great pride. The original BDSM club I visited was in an old New York mansion. It was stately and gothic. I had designed Club Taboo with a more modern vibe. There was still plenty of black leather and chains, but the tables were carved black lacquer shaped like the animals that lived in the area. The stages where members could show off their domination skills were lined in stainless steel, glinting under the bright lights. The club felt primal. A hunting place for predators, just like me.

However, something about tonight was different. The club was full, which meant I was supposed to be happy, enjoying my night. And, usually, I had more fun at these things. I’d find some attractive woman and take her into one of the private rooms to show her just what kind of beast I could be. But no one held my interest.

It wasn’t like the club wasn’t full of pretty faces. I was actually pleased with the amount of traffic we were getting, and everyone else seemed to be enjoying the club. I just didn’t find anyone particularly alluring. I didn’t know what was going on. Nothing like this had happened to me before.