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Pregnant by the Playboy Heir
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir
Author: LARRY BENSON

Chapter one

Author: LARRY BENSON
last update publish date: 2026-02-22 06:40:46

M o n a r c h Lounge

It was a dark, busy cold evening,

When Jace walked into the “Monarch Lounge” a luxury underground bar where billionaires alike, come to chat, chill and discuss business deals.

Jace had just returned from California earlier that day, and upon arriving home, he was introduced by his father to several business partners. They were all full of questions, wanting to know about his college life.

Jace, feeling tired and bored in the evening, decided to go out for a drink.

When he got to the bar he sat at the counter, everything going on in the bar at the moment seemed useless to him, he had come in to ease stress and not chit chat. On the other side of the counter was Charlotte, the gorgeous-looking bartender.

Charlotte poured him a shot of tequila, and he kept requesting more. On drinking his 7th shot, he thought to himself “What better way to ease stress than a good sex?” Jace would kick-start a conversation with Charlotte the bartender.

Jace POV

You look like you don’t belong here,” I said,

She smiled and replied “Neither do you”

What time do you close?” I asked.

She hesitated for a second. “Midnight.”

I checked my watch. 11:17pm.

Good,” I said calmly. “Room fifty-five. The Royal Crest Hotel. It’s down the street.”

Before she could speak, I added “ Five thousand dollars, for your time.”

She stared at me quietly for a while.

“I don’t—” she started.

“You don’t?” I asked softly.

“Need it? Want it? Or don’t believe me?

“Yes actually–” she replied.

“ Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, I would need to work extra shifts for four months to earn that much.”

I pulled out two thousand dollars cash from my wallet and slid it on the counter towards her “ Upfront payment, see you by 12, room fifty-five, don't keep me waiting.”

“You don't even know my name” she said

“Why don't you tell me in the hotel room, see you by midnight.”

Charlotte – The Knock (Room 55)

The hotel dazzled at night, with calm music, quiet atmosphere and too expensive for someone like her.

Charlotte stood in the hallway with a thought on her head “Five thousand dollars is a huge sum of money, it would cover the rent, her mom's nursing home bills and calmly be able to support Bruce, her “boyfriend” after all it was just for one night.

Charlotte was lost in thought, when a hotel staff member approached her “Good-day madam her you by any means lost or are you trying to meet up with someone?”

“Yes actually–” she answered

“I am trying to get to room fifty-five”

ohh that's a vip room, alright it's on the 3rd floor, you can either use the stairs or make use of the elevator.

“Thanks so much, I should get going.”

On reaching room fifty-five, she stared at the door for a minute while she took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door.

The door opened slowly, and there he was.

“I knew you would come, the only problem is you are five minutes late, but I will let it slide.”

“I don’t stay long,” she replied.

“I get to decide when you leave, come in.”

He took off his robe, wearing only boxers.

Walking towards the bathroom, he said softly “Take your clothes off and join me, be fast.”

She had no choice but to do as requested and upon walking into the bathroom, she stood quietly at the door.

“Common do I have to tell you everything, and by the way why are your panties still on? Take them off and come into the bathtub.”

“Can I please have a moment to process all this? By the way, you entered the bathroom with your boxers on” she said

He stood up just for her to realise he was naked and his cock was already hard.

“Ohh myy–” she reacted with her mouth wide open.

“Never seen a cock this big? This must be your lucky day, now get in, you are wasting too much time.”

Charlotte slowly loosens her bra and gently takes off her panties.

“Nice boobs and clits,” he said with a straight face.

She stepped into the bathtub and they both sat on opposite sides looking each other straight in the eye.

“Now what next?” She asked

“Now is the time I get to know your name,” he replied.

“I am Charlotte, what about you?”

“That's not important, you do yourself good by not knowing who I am” he said

“Huhhh–” she started

“Am I understood? And also I ask the questions you don’t”

“Understood” she replied

“Good girl, now suck my dick” he ordered.

Charlotte’s POV

I moved closer, grabbing his cock and teasing it with my tongue.

I attempted to put the whole thing in my mouth but it was too big to fit.

“I kept throbbing his cock in my mouth”

His groan echoed all over the room “ahhh such a good girl,” while his fingers were teasing my nipples.

I tried telling myself this was just for the money. Just a moment. Just something to get through. But my hands trembled anyway and my p***y gave in.

I was feeling soaked already just by the sound of his deep groan and his fingers on my pussy.

He stood up and lifted me, while I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He threw me on the hotel bed, I grabbed his neck tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to myself on the bed. He fell heavily on the bed breathing hard.

He pressed his lips on mine hungrily,

I moved closer to him reciprocating the kiss, enjoying the moment of his rough passionate kiss, he hovered above me without breaking the kiss. I gently opened my legs, his cock rubbing against my p***y.

He groaned as the kiss became intense. As he licked and sucked all over my body.

He would grab the duvet and pull it over our heads.

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