Billionaire Boss's Unexpected Child

“Yes,” he said, a simple declaration without an ounce of doubt in it.

I assumed that was how Brandon always treated things, and how he’d grown such a powerful company. He never had to apologize, never had to be unsure. He was the master of his universe, of all he owned or wanted to own. How great that must be for him.

“What if I don’t want you to be here?” I challenged.

He chuckled as if my naiveté were a joke. “No one ever says no to me. I know you’re the same. Besides, I want to savor you right now. Taste every inch of you first. By the time I finish, you’ll be screaming for more, begging me to shove my cock deep inside of you and fuck you harder than you ever have been before.”

I blushed and was glad for the darkness shrouding my side of the room. “I’ve never had sex before.”

His smirk widened as he drew near the foot of my bed. Brandon crawled over it like a lion stalking over the savannah for his prey. His body was over me now, the heft of him, as he pinned my wrists to the mattress, the ridge of his hard cock grinding into my hips even with his slacks on.

“That’s the best kind. I’ve always liked to give women what they need. To let a virgin know exactly what she’s been missing is an honor, Selena.”

I swallowed, thinking over Kevin; how he’d treated my desire to take things slow like a curse. When he’d figured out I’d been that inexperienced, he’d spent a week or two making pointed jokes at my expense. I think he’d hoped that if he did, then he’d be able to humiliate me into wanting to have sex. As if I’d beg for it in order to make the harassment and snide comments stop. But I’d wanted my first time to be special.

Brandon licked his lips and then claimed my mouth with his own, his tongue probing deeply, twisting and tangling with mine in a way that made me teem with wetness. My clit was pulsing; a riot of sensations coming from my sensitive nerves. I needed him. Needed so much more.

“Please.”

He nodded, and I sat up just long enough for him to pull off my night shirt. He trailed kisses down my lips, my chin, and my neck. Brandon scraped his teeth delicately over the soft skin, all the way down to my collarbone, and the goosebumps rose across my body. I moaned and thrust my hips against his, my non-subtle cue for him to do more. The bastard was taking everything slowly and, suddenly, it was as if a dam had burst. I’d been the good girl for twenty-one years, and it was now the last thing I wanted to be.

Tammy’s feelings didn’t matter. My reputation in the work world didn’t matter. Even the years I’d waited for my first time weren’t a concern.

When my first time already felt this amazing, left me shuddering with pleasure and he hadn’t yet touched my pussy, then I couldn’t wait to feel the full effects of everything.

“Please,” I said.

He smirked after he pulled away from my neck. I thought that would be enough to nudge him toward my panties; toward the relief my aching clit demanded. It wasn’t. He wanted to make this last; draw every experience out. One hand wrapped around my left breast, kneading it with a dedication and skill I’d never felt before. Kevin had always pawed at it, fumbled like the boy he was. Brandon was experienced, knowledgeable in every single way to please a woman and it showed, from the way his thumb and forefinger skillfully teased my peaked nipple to the domineering grasp of his palm over my tit.

He licked his lips again. “I bet you taste divine.”

“You’re the one teasing it out,” I countered. “I want to feel your tongue wet and hot against my clit.”

“I live to serve, but, Selena, I don’t want to miss any delicious part of you.”

Brandon lunged forward, taking my right nipple into his mouth with determination and raw hunger. He sucked it, and fire erupted over my skin. My clit was throbbing so painfully that I felt like I’d detonate at any moment, the arousal and excitement welling in me, almost too much for any woman to bear. He switched tactics, flicking his forefinger fast over my left nipple while his tongue laved lovingly at my right. I arched my back, and the cotton sheet beneath me was cool, a contrast with the heat of desire surging in me. The hint of cinnamon and his own musky aroma hung thickly in the air and the sound of my own ragged breaths harsh in my ears. I felt like I was running a marathon, like every gulp of air was a precious gift. It was all because my heart was pounding wildly due to the heights of passion Brandon was taking me to.

“Never stop.” I gasped, feeling the flames sizzle across my skin, knowing I was close to the edge.

He pulled away and shook his head. “Not until I taste the sweetest nectar you have to offer me. Lift your hips.”

I obeyed the order, letting him slip the thin cotton covering—the soaked cotton covering—off my legs before settling back to the mattress. “Do whatever you want. I trust you.”

He picked up my feet by the ankles and ducked under them, letting my legs at the crook of my knees rest on his shoulders. Brandon didn’t waste any time, finally, blissfully, diving headfirst into my soaked, desperate pussy. His started by licking my labia, those tender lips, tasting me that way. I bucked my hips a little, aiming my body and hips toward him so he’d have the best angle to do whatever he wanted to me.

Whatever he could imagine.

I was so ready.

His tongue plunged into my core, tasting me from the inside out. I moaned at his ministrations; the effort that made me feel like I was a bomb ready to blow apart with the pent-up passion finally unfurling inside of me. He fucked me with his mouth for a long, languid moment. Then he moved his tongue from my channel, from my innermost core and moved instead to my swollen clit. The first lick sent sparks arching up from my belly, across every limb. Then he wrapped his lips around that nub of nerves and suckled. It was everything I needed. The harder he sucked, the more enthusiastically he brought my clit into h

is mouth, the more I responded. As Brandon suckled, he shoved three thick fingers deep inside of me, plumbing the darkest depths of my core. He worked harder and faster, harder and faster until everything was a blur to my eyes.

I came then, as if my body had exploded into a million little pieces, the ecstasy and the pleasure too much to bear.

My eyes opened, but I was alone.

My breath came in ragged gasps, and my heart still pounded ferociously against my sternum, but I was alone, and the room was completely dark. No sign of Brandon. The curtains were still drawn so tightly that no sliver of moonlight snuck into my room at all. Reaching down, my hand trailed over my sleep shirt. My panties were still on.