Just One Night Got Me Pregnant

Just One Night Got Me Pregnant

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Introduction

"Wellington!" I cried out, unable to stop the sensation building inside me.
"Yes, my babe, let it all out," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I screamed his name as the release came, my body shaking uncontrollably. Fluid poured from my pussy, leaving me breathless and dazed.
"What was that?" I asked, panting.
He chuckled, his mouth glistening. "Your first orgasm, baby. I love the taste.”


One reckless night turned Louisa’s life upside down. She lost her virginity, got pregnant, and had to drop out of school after working so hard for her future. The stranger she slept with disappeared, and all her efforts to find him failed. Few years later, Louisa is stunned to see him on TV, Wellington Morgan, the billionaire CEO, now engaged to another woman after his actions shattered her life. Thrown into Wellington’s dangerous world of secrets, Louisa must fight to protect her son. Can Wellington and Louisa overcome the past, or will it tear them apart forever when Wellington’s wedding date with her fiance has been fixed?

Chapter 1

Louisa’s pov

"Yeah, babe, let it go. Give me your first orgasm, explode for me," he said.

My mind raced. Did he really want me to lose control like that? Was it pee? Oh, God, was he going to drink it? Panic took over, and I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly against the bed. He was the predator, and I was his prey. I gave up resisting.

"Wellington!" I cried out, unable to stop the sensation building inside me.

"Yes, my babe, let it all out," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

I screamed his name as the release came, my body shaking uncontrollably. Fluid poured from my pussy, leaving me breathless and dazed.

"What was that?" I asked, panting.

He chuckled, his mouth glistening. "Your first orgasm, baby. I love the taste."

Dear God, what had I gotten myself into? This man was dangerous, in the best and worst ways.

Before I could catch my breath, his finger slid between my legs, and I let out a sharp gasp. He started moving his hand rhythmically, and the overwhelming feeling returned.

"It's happening again, Wellington!"

"That's it, baby, give me more," he encouraged.

I couldn’t hold back. My body gave in once more, and I screamed his name as I came.

Wellington, ever the tease, grabbed the TV remote and switched to a channel playing explicit scenes. "Think you can take me like that?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

I grabbed the remote, switched off the TV, and turned my focus to him. His boxers were already off. I leaned in, ready to try something I had learned from Becky, my overly enthusiastic friend who once taught me on a banana. Not that I was going to tell him that.

I kissed him, letting my lips linger as I studied his reaction. Then, I started with the tip of his shaft, as Becky had advised. Gently sucking, I heard him let out a deep moan. That gave me confidence. I was doing something right.

Becky had said to try taking everything, but Wellington was way too big for that. Instead, I used my hand to stroke him while I worked my tongue along his length, spreading saliva to keep him slick. When I moved to his balls, his moans grew louder, and he grabbed my hair, gently guiding me. Before I knew it, he thrust into my mouth, and I felt the warmth of his release. I swallowed without hesitation, matching what he had done for me earlier. His eyes widened in surprise.

"My babe, you’re full of surprises. You just made me cum," he said with a grin.

He lifted me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist like I weighed nothing to him. His strength amazed me. He carried me back to the bed, laying me down gently. Then, he kissed me again, his lips firm and demanding.

When he pulled back, he smiled, stroking himself casually as his eyes stayed on mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Getting ready, sweetie," he replied with a smirk.

He kissed and licked between my thighs, his tongue finding my most sensitive spot. My body clenched tightly, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming his name.

"Wellington!" I cried as I let go, completely overwhelmed.

He positioned himself at my entrance.

"Louisa, this might hurt at first, but it won’t last long. Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded nervously.

"Good, my babe. Keep your eyes on me, don’t look away, no matter what. Understood?" I nodded again, bracing myself.

He slid inside slowly. I gasped, my eyes widening from the shock. He paused, letting me adjust, and pressed his face to my chest, kissing and sucking gently, making me feel safe. My body relaxed, and he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder before moving again, this time with gentle thrusts.

As he went deeper, I cried out. Our eyes stayed locked, his gaze full of intensity. He picked up the pace, and it felt like he was reaching places I didn’t know existed. My breaths came in short gasps, and I held onto him tightly.

"Wellington…!" I screamed as he went harder, groaning deeply in response. He shifted me, lifting my hips higher, and I could feel every movement more intensely.

His murmured curses mixed with groans as he pushed harder, my body trembling beneath him. Tears formed in my eyes from the overwhelming sensation. He flipped me over, positioning me on top of him. I moved instinctively, riding him as his hands gripped my waist tightly, guiding me.

He pulled me down, lifting my legs over his shoulders as he took control again. His body tensed, and I could feel him nearing his climax. His thrusts grew faster and harder until, with a final cry, he released inside me, leaving me breathless.

As we both caught our breath, the intensity of the moment lingered. His voice was hoarse as he whispered my name, a mix of satisfaction and awe in his tone.

"Sweet," he muttered, then looked at me and kissed the top of my head. My entire body was covered in sweat. He told me to get off the bed so he could change the sheets. The bed was soaked with blood. He stripped everything off and put on fresh covers.

We started talking, and he asked me again what I did for a living. I couldn’t help but laugh. Did he already forget? Did my body make him lose his memory? I hoped he at least remembered my name. Smiling, I told him I was still a student.

He looked at me in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe it. Then he asked how old I was. I told him again that I was 22. He nodded and said he was 32. I felt a little awkward, but I already knew he was older than me. I also told him which university I attended.

Then he climbed back on top of me. We kept going all night, losing track of how many times we made love. Eventually, I couldn’t keep up anymore. I don’t even remember when I fell asleep, but I do remember lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

It felt so peaceful, so comforting. I was already falling deeply for him, completely sure of how I felt. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

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