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He hammered into me, didn’t question my decision, just trusted in me as he pumped into my body. That veiny girth stretching out my pussy as he built up towards his climax. My skirt was rolled up around my waist, my blouse undone so that my breasts bounced out.
And then… I felt it, the sweet sensation just like that first night. When he’d blew that thick load of creamy seed into me.
“Ahhhh yeah…” he moaned in such pleasure, milking every last drop out.
We both stood there panting, catching our breath, until I told him.
“It’s too late anyhow,” I said breathily. “Took you only the one shot to knock me up,” I said, licking along my plush lips, anxious about how he’d take it.
He was quiet for a moment, and I heard him rooting through his jacket. Then out came something which he placed before me on the table.
“Guess it’s perfect timing for this then,” he said, as I found myself staring at a little black velvet ring case.
Bought by the Bad Boy
Book Themes:
Breeding, Barely Legal, mild blackmail, Bimbofication
Word Count:
5,579
High school is something most people put behind them as life beckons them forward, but for me? The carefree life of summer teen days was something I never wanted to say goodbye to. And I didn’t.
College? Nah.
Job? Don’t think so!
Laying by the pool in my parent’s luscious backyard in my string bikini, I was too busy enjoying life at a leisurely pace to waste my time on those bores. Instead I’d soak up some sun, then head inside, eat, clean up, and head out for a night on the town. Clubbing and bars, have a blast with my girlfriends, most of whom were like me; they skipped the whole bore of college and work life.
Though that one day, I was in for a rude surprise.
When I walked into the house I found my mother and father arguing, which was odd. They never fought like the parents of poorer kids. They had everything!
But when I saw them brandishing around a letter and arguing, it seemed like reality hit home.
I tried to put it behind me after they explained what was happening. They’d said horrible things like that I’d need to get a job! That they couldn’t afford to cater to my lavish lifestyle — as if! — and I’d have to make my own way.
I was in tears, frankly. And even that didn’t change their minds! So I knew it was serious.
I wasn’t the most fun that night, not in on the laughs my friends were having, but trying not to let them realize I was about to become one of those depressing tales of woe. What a bummer that’d be!
But out of the neon lights of the club appeared a tall, dark and handsome man, dressed better than all the other guys I’d seen that night. He stood out, but not in a bad way. I guess maybe it was the way he walked with that kinda swagger like he owned the world.
It was like the calling card of the rich and famous. Warded off those that’d be too intimidated to talk to someone that was just, like, brimming with confidence.
But for me?
It made me get off my ass and start towards him. That was just what I needed. Some rich jackass to treat me like a million bucks, buy my drinks, and make everything go back to normal.
Sure, I was only thinking of one night for the second, but every step I took towards him and my expectations grew. One stilettoed heel in front of the other, my slinky, black dress creeping up over my long legs with every step. By the time I got to him, I wanted him to be putty in my hand.
Though I was more than a little put off when he kept his cool, and managed to stand there, one hand in his pocket, looking so in control. His intense gaze turned towards me and I sensed I felt something familiar about him, though I couldn’t place it. He was no older than me, but he looked far more mature.
“Surprised to see you here,” he said, his deep, gravelly voice carrying over the beat of the music to my ears. He was broad in the shoulders, but fit and trim, judging by the looks of his tailored suit. “But then not,” he added on, as if he knew me.
My nose crinkled and I giggled, as if I was totally in on his joke. The worst thing in the world would be to tell the stud I didn’t remember him.
