Page 4 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“You want to come around my cock, Bonnie?”

“Please.”

“Say it.”

“I want to come around your cock, Clyde. I want you to come inside me.”

“Fuck.” Clyde sat up and pulled me into an embrace. “Ride me, baby. Ride me good. Just like that. Don’t you fucking stop until I say you stop, you hear me?”

And I fucked him with what was left of my strength. We thrust into each other, skin against skin. The orgasm came out of nowhere, and I threw my head back, holding onto his shoulder as he fucked me as I came.

“Clyde!”

“Come on me, baby.” I felt my pussy tighten around his shaft as his dick pulsated, squirting his cum in the condom.

When the wave of orgasm lulled to a halt, my body went limp against his, and I wrapped my arms around him, waiting for my breath and my heart to calm down. But my breath turned into soft wheezes, and I fought through it, trying to control it. Inhale. Exhale. I was not going to have an asthma attack after this, not in front of this gorgeous, sexy man.

“Are you okay?”

“Shh,” I said between breaths. “Just a sec.” God, please, no. I felt Clyde stroking my back, sensing I was in a dilemma I didn’t want to talk about, and I closed my eyes to sync my breathing with each touch. It felt so good and so intimate; it was scary. It was almost like Clyde had memorized my body after one orgasm.

By some miracle, my breathing evened out, and I could pull myself away from Clyde. His eyes, although still filled with lust, had concern in them, too.

“Good?” he asked.

“Good.”

“Very good. Because we’re not done yet, Bonnie.” He kissed me, his cock still inside me, still hard and alive. “On your knees on the floor.”

Then I sucked him on my knees on the floor. After that, he gave me four more orgasms, one on the floor on all fours, one against the wall, another on the bed, and the last in the shower. His praises made me go insane, but his soft words were nothing compared to how good and rough he fucked me with his hands and cock. Just like how I wanted it. We didn’t stop until the soft light of sunrise peeked through the window. I fell asleep in his arms, naked as the day I was born.

When I woke up the following morning, he wasn’t there anymore, which was expected. The emptiness of the bed beside me disappointed me, but I told myself there was no meaning to whatever happened last night. Even if it might just be the best sex I had had in my life. Even if there was something so intimate about how much he took care of me after.

When I turned towards the bedside table, I saw the purple Post-it note stuck on the lamp.

I had an amazing night, Bonnie. Call me. –Clyde

His number was written underneath.

That clearly didn’t mean anything, right? I’m sure he told all his one-night stands this and gave them a fake number. Right?

***

I paced in the living room of my cheap, uptown apartment, chewing on my nails. My period was late, and at first, I thought it was just because I’ve always had irregular periods, but when I started throwing up this morning, I ran to get three different pregnancy tests from the pharmacy. When I peed on them five minutes ago, I realized how tender my breasts were recently and how I finished three boxes of Reese’s Puffs in just two days.

“Please, no,” I whispered a prayer as I walked towards the kitchen to grab a fresh box of chocolate and peanut butter cereal from the pantry, hoping it would calm my nerves.

When my phone alarm went off after the ten-minute timer had elapsed, I halted., The sound made my palms sweat and my stomach turn. I was going to throw up. I had to face whatever the results of the pregnancy tests were, and I was just hoping that it wouldn’t require me to look for that purple Post-it note in my purse and dial an almost forbidden number.

Spoiler alert. I didn’t call Clyde again after that amazing night. I told myself that if we were going to do it again, I’d crave him even more. And that didn’t sound healthy to me.

Once I stepped closer to where the results were lying on my counter, my heart pounded in my ears.

Fuck.

The first one had two lines, the other had a plus, and the last one simply had the word I’d been dreading to read.

Pregnant.

---