You're Mine: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by S. E. Law

  I managed a tight smile in the dim light.

  “No, it’s okay,” I said, stroking back his hair with one hand. “No domestic abuse charges. Just keep it a little more gentle, okay? It’s fine.”

  He trembled a little, with a sheen of tears in his eyes. Uh oh. Was this guy going to cry on me? But Rob took a deep, trembling breath and bent his head once more to press kisses to my cleavage. His lips were slightly cold, and I could feel his heartrate going crazy as he attempted to seduce me.

  Things went on like this for a while more before Rob re-gained his confidence, got up, and led me by the hand into his bedroom.

  “Are you ready?” he asked in a low, throaty voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

  I looked inside his bedroom and almost laughed. He had two lava lamps going, one orange and one green, which cast a ghostly glow over his bedroom furniture. Even more, he was sleeping on a mattress on the floor as if he were a broke college student instead of a thirty-five year old man.

  “Why don’t you have a bed?” I asked, stopping momentarily at the door. Rob could sense the hesitation in my movements and immediately began apologizing.

  “Well, when my last roommate moved out, he took my bed with him. Isn’t that crazy? That guy was nuts, but I didn’t want to fight it because I was just so happy to get rid of him. So I got this mattress from Craigslist in a jiffy, and then I kept sleeping on it because you know, I have a bad back, and sleeping directly on the floor is good for your back. It’s really great if you have spinal problems,” he added quickly. “Do you have spinal problems, by any chance?”

  I shook my head, a little perturbed. To be honest, I’m not the pickiest girl right now, but still, a mattress on the floor was going all the way back to my student days when even the tiniest thing like a bed was a luxury.

  “Um, no I think my back is feeling okay,” I said hesitantly with my voice trailing off.

  “Perfect!” exclaimed Rob, dropping my hand and going over to sit on the mattress, bouncing up and down a bit. He looked ridiculous, to tell you the truth. He was a grown man of thirty-five with lava lamps in his bedroom, and a puppy dog attitude that made me want to cringe and laugh at the same time.

  But again, I only have my babysitter until ten, and Rob was decent-looking and probably not a criminal. If it was going to be on a mattress on the floor, then so be it. Gingerly, I started taking off my clothes.

  “Oooh baby,” Rob crooned while staring at me from the mattress. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Smiling at him wryly, I managed to get my blouse off, and then my jeans, so that I was wearing only a tiny pair of panties and a sheer, demi-bra. “You like?” I asked playfully, jigging my tits a bit.

  Rob was practically drooling, and with fumbling hands, he managed to undo his fly and take out his pecker. I stopped short right there because while I’m not a round-heeled girl, I’ve seen my share of peckers, and Rob’s was definitely on the petite side. He was probably only four inches long, and as thick as my index and middle-finger combined.

  Thoughts of leaving ran through my mind. I’d make an excuse. Danny was feeling ill. I got my period, right this second. Or suddenly, my friend was having an emergency and I had to go to her bedside. Anything.

  But then Rob turned big Bambi eyes on me.

  “Come on, sit on it,” he cooed, one hand going up and down his length. “You can do it, Bethany.”

  That’s the thing. I wasn’t sure if I could do it because he was just so small. What pleasure was I going to get from this experience? But then Rob closed his eyes, and jerked a bit, a tiny spurt of cum erupting from the tip of his penis. Oh my god, he’d just come from seeing me in my panties and bra. Clearly, he thought I was his chance to get laid by a hot MILF.

  Gingerly, I moved towards him, standing so that I faced him with both my feet on either side of his thighs.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

  Rob’s only reply was another moan, and by god, but his penis jerked and ejaculated again. With a sigh, I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, and began lowering myself. I squatted uncomfortably before him until the tip of his dick just brushed against my pussy lips.

  “Wait wait, we need a condom!” he squealed. That was true. I was on the pill, but additional protection is always good. He scrabbled in a drawer and managed to sheath himself in plastic somewhat awkwardly. His tiny penis quivered below my thighs, waiting to impale me.

  “Go on,” he breathed, leaning back and looking at me with worshipful eyes.

  I sighed a bit, but then pulled my panties to the side once more and began lowering myself onto his shaft. It was underwhelming, to say the least. It was like sitting on a pencil, or the tiniest dildo in your collection. Or imagine a teen-size tampon. That’s what was going into me.

  I smiled tightly and slowly pulled up before sliding my hips down again. I half expected Rob to ejaculate fully right then and there, but instead his eyes popped open and he stared at me in the dark.

  “I don’t feel anything,” he said in a confused voice.

  What? How could that be? I’d felt it go in, and while he certainly didn’t have the biggest cock, he was definitely in there.

  “What do you mean?” I asked while pulling up and sliding down again. Yes, this was definitely sex. We were going through the motions.

  But Rob merely held still and shook his head again.

  “No, no, I don’t feel anything. I mean, I feel that you’re there, and that something’s happening, but it’s not tight, you know? It’s warm and squishy, but it’s not hugging my dick.”

  Now I stared at him.

  “You’re not getting enough friction?” I asked, unamused.

  He shrugged.

  “I don’t think so. No, definitely not. Maybe your pussy is too big.”

  I bit back a sharp retort. It wasn’t my pussy, it was his puny size. But in the interest of concluding this as quickly as possible, I raised and lowered myself a few more times.

  “Is that better?” I asked. “Could it be the condom? You know, if those things aren’t sized right, they can ruin the entire experience.” I’d seen Rob rip open a condom packet with the words “Magnum XL” on it, so it was completely possible that he’d misjudged himself.

  But Rob wouldn’t listen to reason.

  “No,” he said stubbornly. “It’s you. Your pussy is stretched out from giving birth and who knows what else. You’re loose and floppy down there like an old lady.”

  I stopped moving and merely stared at him, his dick still embedded in my waiting twat.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  This time, Rob took things into his own hands. He literally pushed me off his dick so that I bounced onto the mattress, surprised. Then he got up and re-fastened his fly, standing over me with a superior look on his face.

  “I don’t think we’re a match, Bethany,” he proclaimed. “Some girls are just too big down there, and you’re one of them. I need someone younger, tighter, and maybe who hasn’t given birth yet. You’re just … used, is the best way to put it. I’m sorry, Bethany, but I think you should leave now.”

  I gaped up at him for a moment before scrabbling to my feet and pulling my clothes on. This guy was clearly off his rocker. First, it wasn’t my pussy that was the wrong size, it was his dick. Had he ever been in the men’s locker room? Didn’t he realize that he was seriously tiny compared to his friends and teammates?

  Second, it was just so insulting to think that I’d gotten stretched out somehow by labor and delivery. For his information, there are women who’ve given birth to more than five kids, and who are still as tight down there as when they were sixteen. The female form is incredibly flexible and elastic, and just because we passed something the size of a watermelon through our pussies doesn’t mean that we don’t bounce back in shape.

  Stunned from Rob’s reaction, I threw on my clothes, grabbed my purse, and ran for the door.

  “I’m sorry, Bethany,” his voice called out from behin
d me. “But we’re just not a fit. Maybe you’ll meet someone else on DatingTime.”

  I didn’t even bother to turn around. Clearly, we weren’t a fit even in the literal sense. His tiny dick couldn’t find purchase in my pussy, and neither of us enjoyed the encounter at all. I was better off without him, and without saying a word, I ran out and let the door slam behind me with my purse in hand. Good riddance because I was onto bigger and better things, no pun intended.

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  About the Author

  S.E. Law loves writing bad boys. In fact, since high school, she’s been observing bad boys with a keen and observant eye: the lovers, the fighters, and the ones that make you go “Ohhhh …” She enjoys writing books that will hopefully make you go “Ohhhh …” over and over again, while also getting some laughs.

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