Dear Baby Daddy

by Alexis Adaire

  He smiles and says, “I feel the sa—”

  I put a finger vertically across his lips. “Shhh. You’re not talking now, I am. Just shhh.”

  He nods, but my finger stays, just in case.

  “Mason Brewer, will you marry me? Will you take me as your wife and make a baby with me? Maybe even more than one baby? Perhaps a whole houseful of them? A family?”

  His eyes grow wide. He takes my hand and moves my finger from his lips so he can reply.

  “You do realize I was about to ask you the very same question earlier today, just before you panicked and ran from my office?”

  “And I came to my senses, didn’t I? It just took me a while to sort things out. Now answer the damn question. Or questions.”

  His lips just start to move when I cover his whole mouth with my hand again.

  “Wait! There’s one more: And do you promise never to cheat on me for any reason until the end of time?”

  Mason waits a few seconds after I remove my hand before he says, “Is that it? Nothing else coming?”

  I nod.

  “Yes, I will marry you, Scarlett Byler, although you’re clearly a very troubled, quite possibly insane woman. Yes, to all the other questions, too.”

  My grin feels like it’s a mile wide. It must be contagious, because it’s spreading to his face.

  “And for fuck’s sake, baby, look at you,” he adds. “Why would I even think about cheating?”

  Mason

  Scarlett parts her lips and slides them down over the head of my hard cock.

  Yeah, we just got engaged a few seconds ago, but it’s not like I pressured her to do this. In fact, it was her idea. She was already down there on her knees, and she ran a hand over my jeans and saw that I was already getting hard.

  Why? I don’t know. Maybe the very thought of marrying this smoking hot woman was more than my poor cock could stand. Once she found my hard-on, she insisted on taking it out, and now she’s lowering her head farther and farther over the shaft.

  Her mouth feels incredible, and I marvel at how my length just keeps disappearing until it’s gone. All of me is in her mouth, and in her throat. She begins to move up and down over me, using her tongue to pleasure me even more. I stare down at that beautiful face, how it merges perfectly with my cock. Scarlett wasn’t kidding when she said she sucks cock like she’s starving for it.

  This is my future wife, I think. And I’ve found yet another way in which she’s a perfect choice for me. Watching her work her magic is a life-affirming experience, and she’s gotten me excited way more quickly than I’m used to.

  “Slow down, baby,” I whisper. She doesn’t change a thing. In fact, it seems like she’s getting even more into it now. I feel the signs of an impending orgasm. “Hey, you should stop now. I can’t last much longer.” I feel a hand on my thigh, moving upward until it’s softly caressing my balls. My fiancée evidently means business.

  I hold out another ten seconds. “I’m gonna come,” I say hoarsely. She sucks me harder, her mouth driving me closer and closer to the point of no return. “Scarlett…” It’s my final warning. When she refuses to move, I place a hand behind her head and hold it there as I groan loudly and erupt in her mouth, a living volcano spewing silky white lava over her tongue and down her throat.

  I continue to come, and she continues to suck me without missing a beat. When I finally drift back down to earth, my muscles suddenly relaxed and my breathing still heavy, her mouth is still on my hard cock. She turns her eyes to mine and she slowly pulls back, replacing her lips with her hand as she strokes me.

  “I thought you didn’t want to waste that,” I say, smiling like that cat who got blown by the canary.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” she says, lowering her mouth to the tip again for another little taste.

  I run my fingers through her thick hair, then softly stroke her cheek.

  “No need to worry, baby. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  “Then give it to me,” she says.

  “I will. More than once.” I give her a deviant grin. “But not here.”

  Scarlett

  The security guard stares as if something’s wrong. Mason nods and walks me past the downstairs desk to the elevator.

  “He looked at me suspiciously,” I say.

  “He’s probably just accustomed to seeing business attire.”

  Oh, yeah. Yoga pants, a V-neck tee with no bra, and slippers. I would stare, too.

  As soon as the elevator doors close, Mason’s all over me, kissing me passionately while his hands slip under my shirt to find my breasts. My nipples harden instantly, and when he presses his lower body against mine, I realize they’re not the only thing that’s hard.

  Seconds later, we’re walking past the front desk of the darkened offices. He locks the door of his private office after we enter, then gives me a look of pure, abject lust. The office is illuminated only by a security light, casting a dim amber glow that’s actually very sexy. I walk over to the couch and lie on it, trying to look seductive.

  “Am I going to be the first woman you’ve taken in this office?” I say, instantly unsure whether I really want to know the answer.

  “The first and the last,” Mason replies. “But not on the couch.” He starts moving things from his desk to a nearby credenza: a lamp, books, a phone. “We have a little fantasy to take care of.”

  Ooh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Finally.

  I stand in front of the desk. “You wanted to see me, sir?” I’m going to be so embarrassed if he doesn’t get it.

  Mason stops what he’s doing and gives me a stern look. “Yes, Ms. Byler. It’s about your attire.”

  I look down, then back up. “But it’s casual Friday.”

  “No, it’s Monday. And you are not dressed professionally. In fact, your clothing is not appropriate at all.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. Which item do you have a problem with?” I’m getting more excited with every passing second.

  “Take off that sweater.”

  I remove the sweater and toss it on the couch.

  “That shirt is unacceptable. I can see your nipples right through it. In fact, anyone could, when they’re erect like that.”

  I look down and see my nipples, plain as day.

  “I hadn’t noticed, sir.”

  “Well, we can’t have you dressing in such a slutty manner. It’s distracting. Come over here,” he motions me to the desk. When I get there, he picks up a pair of scissors and starts cutting my shirt, from the belly up. My pussy is flooded with a surge of wetness as he clips his way toward my chest. The last snip opens my shirt down the middle. “There. That’s better now.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask. “Wouldn’t it look better like this?” I pull both sides of the shirt open, exposing my tits.

  “Much better. Now take off those ridiculous slippers.”

  I kick them away.

  “The pants, too. Yoga pants and sweats are not allowed in this office, Ms. Byler. Take them off immediately.”

  I give him a look of fake concern.

  “Are you questioning my authority as your boss?”

  I shake my head and slowly pull my pants down, stepping out of them.

  “The panties, too.”

  “But sir—”

  “Off. Now.”

  I slip my panties off. Mason grabs the useless shirt and pulls it upwards. I lift my arms and it comes off. I’m now totally naked and feeling very exposed.

  I look out the window at the building across the street and see only a few offices with lights on, but nobody occupying them.

  “Is this more appropriate, Mr. Brewer?”

  “Much more appropriate,” he says, his eyes roaming over my body. He rubs his crotch and I can see he’s got an erection. I get such a thrill that my nude body gets that reaction from this gorgeous man.

  “Should I go back to work now, sir?”

  “No, just stand there for a minute.”

  He unzi
ps his fly and reaches inside, then pulls out one very hard, beautiful cock. His hand slowly strokes it as he continues to stare at my nakedness.

  “Come closer,” he says. His left hand finds my breast and gently massages the soft flesh, his thumb running circles around my stiff nipple.

  “Hold this for me,” Mason commands, taking my hand and placing it on his hard-on as he removes his own. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to stroke him. I gasp when his now-free right hand slips between my legs and a finger slides along the length of my slit.

  His cock is hard as a rock and throbbing under my touch. That finger presses into my folds, finding a very wet opening and easing its way into it, little by little. This is all too much now; the fantasy role play was fun, but I need to get fucked soon or I’m going to lose it.

  “Is this my punishment for being a bad employee?” I ask.

  “You dressed like a slut today,” he says sternly. “Are you a slut, Ms. Byler?”

  “Not usually, sir,” I say, then add, “but if you promise not to fire me, I’ll be your slut.”

  “You will?”

  “I will, sir. I’ll do anything you ask.”

  “Get on your knees and suck this cock, then.”

  In a heartbeat, I’m kneeling with my head bobbing up and down, the tip of his cock bumping the back of my throat. Holy fuck, I’m as turned on as I’ve ever been.

  “Enough,” he says. “Stand up.”

  Dammit, I was really getting into that. Mason slowly unbuttons his shirt. Once he finally finishes, he removes it and throws it to the side. His chest is glorious, and his abs are even beyond that. He steps out of his loafers as he starts to slip off his pants.

  “Let me help you, Mr. Brewer,” I say, dropping to my knees again and tugging his jeans and boxer briefs off. When he’s naked, I grab his cock as I lean forward and lick his balls, carefully taking one into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. I hear Mason moan and feel a new surge of wetness between my legs.

  “Thank you, Ms. Byler. Please stand.”

  I reluctantly do as I’m told. The tip of his cock has a big drop of pre-cum, which I remove with my finger. As I look into Mason’s lust-filled eyes, I bring that finger to my lips and lick off the silky liquid.

  That little gesture is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Mason turns around and sweeps his arm across the desk, sending the remaining books and papers flying.

  “Lie on that desk, Ms. Byler.”

  I climb up and sit on the edge, my legs dangling over. Mason slides between them and takes my hands in his.

  “Now lie back.” He gently lowers me until I’m staring at the ceiling. Then he lets go of my hands and I feel him moving down between my legs. A second later, I feel his tongue on me, probing between my slick lips, looking for my clit. My eyes close as he finds it and licks little circles around it, never quite touching it directly.

  I’m about to explode with desire as my hands reach down and hold his head. I moan softly when he finally turns his attention directly to my clit. He tongues me expertly and I have warm thoughts of how wonderful it will be to have a husband who knows how to eat pussy. Mason is so talented at this that in no time he’s got me moaning loudly, writhing on the glass desktop protector.

  I come harder than I expect to, my legs clamping hard on poor Mason’s head and my hands pulling him against me as I grind myself on his face. I cry out loudly, worried that the security guard downstairs can hear me. Spasm after spasm goes through my body, and I continue to come for what feels like an eternity. When my orgasm finally begins to ease up, my entire body relaxes, and I feel totally blissful.

  Holy shit, I’m going to love having sex with this man for the next fifty or sixty years.

  Mason emerges from between my legs and stands, his throbbing hard-on also standing. I jump up to a sitting position and grab him, pulling his head towards me for a kiss. As our tongues do their dance, I realize he tastes like a delicious combination of him and me.

  Is it wrong to fall in love when you’re having sex? I mean, I loved him before, but at this moment I’m falling head over heels for Mason.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Ms. Byler,” he says. “Get off of that desk.” I climb down and he orders, “Now bend over it.”

  His tone is so authoritative that I do what he says without thinking. I plant my feet on the floor and bend forward over the desk, facing the window. Placing my hands on the glass protector for support, I spread my feet apart and look back over my shoulder expectantly.

  Mason is staring into my eyes, stroking that big cock which is now slippery with pre-cum. He moves forward and puts the head against my wet opening.

  “No condom this time?” I ask. Is he really going to fuck me bareback?

  “It’s not like I keep condoms in my office,” he says.

  That one little sentence warms my heart on multiple levels. I love the idea of feeling his cock against my walls, of experiencing the sensation of his cum filling me up. But most of all, I adore the fact that he doesn’t keep condoms here. He’s obviously not in the habit of bringing women into his office or meeting them straight from work for sex. Mason is not a man-whore like the other men in my life have been.

  My thoughts are interrupted when he says, “Now let’s see what a filthy little tramp you are.”

  My heart lurches excitedly at the dirty talk, then his hard-on roughly pushes into me. I gasp, but before I can even catch my breath, Mason is gripping my hips and thrusting in and out of me. His hard cock feels exquisite in me as he probes my depths. Suddenly, my head jerks as he pulls my hair back.

  “Never forget; this is my pussy.”

  I close my eyes and revel in the sensation. I absolutely love being fucked like this. I’m not a fragile creature; I want to be taken by a man and taken hard. I want my man to act like he owns my body and treat it as his private little playground. Mason is doing all that and more.

  My eyes open as he hammers away at my eager cunt. Something in a window catches my attention and I try to focus. There’s a man standing at a floor-to-ceiling window in the building across the street. There’s a vacuum next to him, and he’s staring right this way.

  “We’ve got an audience,” I say. Part of me is concerned and wants to stop, or at least close the blinds. But another part, a much dirtier part, loves the idea of being watched by a stranger as Mason fucks the hell out of me.

  Mason’s thrusting stops for a second and he releases my hair.

  In the window, I see a dim reflection of him standing behind me, his bare chest visible.

  “Fuck it, I’m not stopping now. Is my dirty girl going to let him watch?”

  “Yes.” The voice is so filled with need and lust that I barely recognize it as mine.

  Again, something like this shouldn’t make me love him more, should it? But it does. Here I am, bent over his desk as he pounds away at me with that big cock, and he’s not bothered by the idea of a maintenance man getting a cheap thrill by watching.

  In the middle of all this, a single stray thought pops into my mind: Grace was more right about Mason and me than she could possibly have expected.

  “Fuck,” Mason says, “this pussy feels amazing.”

  His moan reins in my focus. My head is once again jerked backwards as he pulls my hair. The stranger across the street continues to stare, and I can’t help but think his wife is in for a rare treat when he comes home from work filled with desire.

  “I’m close, baby,” he rasps. “Should I pull out?”

  I have only a few seconds to consider it. We’re in love and we’re going to be together forever. Both of us want to start a family, so there’s no need for caution.

  “No, don’t stop. Give it to me. Fill me up.”

  My belly and tits are pressed against the cold glass as Mason hammers into me harder and harder.

  “Fuck me,” I implore. “Harder.”

  Mason groans loudly and thrusts violently into me. I feel his cum explode inside me,
over and over.

  My man, my future husband, the man I will make babies and start a family with, is coming inside me.

  In this split second, I feel a sense of total calm about my future.

  I don’t care about the failed relationships in my past. Those heartaches were a small price to pay for finding a man like Mason. I don’t even care about the maintenance man, who continues to stare, unashamed.

  Nothing in the world matters right now except Mason, who is joined to my body as he continues to pour his seed into me.

  My Dear Scarlett and Mason,

  I was beyond thrilled to receive your letter and hear how quickly you two resolved your issues and got together. Congratulations to both of you!

  Yes, I was thrilled, but not at all surprised. You see, some things were just meant to be.

  You’re both such wonderful people, and I knew from the moment I met Mason that he was the one who could keep a promise not to break someone’s heart. It’s rare that I find a man whose loyalty and faithfulness appear at the forefront of his personality traits. You’re quite the catch and will make a spectacular father.

  As for Scarlett… my beautiful girl, your past mis-firings with relationships have made you forget what an amazing, special woman you are. I’m glad you came to your senses and grabbed this man while he was standing there in front of you. I have no doubt that you will make Mason an incredible wife and partner, and that eventually you will be a splendid mother. And now that you’ll be getting married, you can take your time starting a family. Your future child(ren) will be fortunate to have parents like you.

  With that in mind… yes, I would love to attend your wedding and happily accept your invitation. I wouldn’t miss it for the world and look forward to receiving the official invitation in the mail.

  Congratulations again, you two. I predict a long and happy marriage for you. As you both know, I’m usually right about these things.

  All the best,