Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Why would you want to do that?” I asked.

  “I'm the only family you have left and I'm really curious about the girl who finally managed to capture your cold, guarded heart.”

  Coming from anyone else, that last bit would have hurt. Though I knew Ava and could tell she was at least partly joking to make a point. I could always count on her to call me on my bullshit.

  “Don't get your hopes up,” I said, texting Sally back to say yes, “I don't have the best history.”

  I had to google the deli she’d suggested, it not being my usual kind of place. Sally was already sitting at one of the low wooden tables when I arrived, working on her iPhone. She was looking really sexy in a very nice dress with leggings, a nice tweed overcoat hanging on the back of her chair.

  “Hey,” I said, sitting down across from her.

  “Nice suit,” she said.

  “Thanks.”

  “What happened with you and Jessa?”

  That question came out of nowhere, but it wasn't really a surprise. Jessa was famous now, almost always in the papers. We had often been photographed together so it made sense that Sally would find out about us sooner or later, though it was more likely to be sooner considering the fact that we were all over the internet, including On the Go, which, last I could bear to look, had over 50 million subscribers.

  I nearly broke my foot kicking a wall after seeing that number.

  “We dated, for a while,” I said.

  “Oh, okay, that – that's good,” she said, sounding really relieved.

  “Good?” I asked, confused.

  “Well yeah, I mean 'dated' as in past tense, as well as the 'for a while,' both sound pretty reassuring to me, if I'm honest. I mean, you're not with her now or anything. Right?”

  “No, that's long in the past,” I said.

  “Like I said, good,” she said.

  I wanted to ask her more. Like why she was suddenly bringing it up now, but we had been pretty touch and go and I didn't want to ruin our impromptu date. I didn't know if that was what she intended it to be, but it really didn't matter.

  I was mostly just happy to be able to see her again. I decided not to push her. Even though I felt like a bit of a sap wanting to be around her so much.

  “Would you like to go for a walk?” I asked, as we were finishing lunch.

  “Where?” Sally asked, seeming up for it in general.

  “Central Park, if that's not too cliché,” I suggested.

  “Yes, it is, but I'll allow it,” Sally said, putting on her coat.

  I paid on the way out, dropping a hundred on the counter as we passed it. We headed out into the chilly afternoon and got into the air conditioned limo, the driver opening the door for us like I paid him to do.

  “Central Park,” I said, getting in beside Sally, our bodies pressing together in a very pleasant way.

  “Right away, sir,” the driver said.

  Leaving the limo parked at the curb, we headed for the main entrance. Sally took my hand as we went. Time was we would be back at my place fucking hard by that point but that wasn't my main objective. At least not with her.

  I was really happy just to be with her, strolling through the park, holding hands. I suspected I was falling in love with her, as much as I fucking hated to admit it. I had never met a woman like her.

  “Ava wants to meet you; she invited you for Thanksgiving,” I said, as we strolled among the colorful trees.

  “Who's Ava?” Sally asked.

  “I haven't mentioned Ava?” I asked, surprised at myself.

  “I don't think so,” Sally said.

  “That's surprising,” I said.

  “Why? Who's Ava?”

  “This is a bit embarrassing. Ava is my little sister.”

  “You want me to meet your family?” Sally asked, sounding really touched.

  “Technically my family wants to meet you, but I am not opposed the idea, in general, I mean,” I said.

  “Let me guess; Ava is the nice one,” Sally said, jokingly.

  “Usually, yeah,” I said, meaning it in all seriousness.

  “I thought this was just supposed to be a fling. Wouldn't meeting your sister make us some kind of couple?”

  I could tell that she was being sarcastic and decided to respond in kind. I knew that wasn’t very mature of me, but it seemed appropriate in the context.

  “We wouldn't want that, would we?” I asked.

  I gave the driver a hundred to get us back to my place as quick as possible without getting pulled over. Leaving the limo door open for the driver to close, I swooped Sally up into my arms and ran through the main doors of the building, which were being held open by the door man.

  Once in the lobby, I considered the elevator but decided it would take too much time. I wanted to make love to Sally right away. I opted for the stairs up to my condo, taking them two at a time to get there as soon as possible. We were making out by the time we got through the door.

  Not wanting to take the time to go upstairs to my bedroom, I went to the living room instead. Laying her out on the couch, still kissing her, I yanked off her leggings and panties, taking her boots with them.

  Pulling up her dress next, I spread her legs wide and buried my face into her delicious little pussy. She thrust and moaned, holding my head with both hands as I devoured her tender pink pussy lips. Slipping two fingers in between her beautiful folds, I worked her clit while licking her pussy lips in a hard, circular motion, bringing her to a bucking, screaming orgasm.

  I kissed my way back up her body, going over her belly and up between her tits, over her neck to her mouth, Sally kissing me deeply as I reached her mouth, subtly rubbing her pussy against my crotch.

  Getting up off the couch and moving around to her side, I unzipped, taking my aching cock and balls from the prison of my pants. I fed her my cock, which Sally accepted happily, sucking me hard as I continued to finger her pussy, gently working her hard little clit. I unloaded into her mouth, Sally swallowing down every drop, looking me in the eyes as she did so.

  I kissed her lovingly, gently cupping her pussy as she came hard, her body wracked with strong convulsions. Shifting her onto her side, I got on the couch behind her and stroked my cock against her pussy lips, making her hum with pleasure.

  “Ready, baby?” I asked, gently cupping her pussy.

  “Yes, please fuck me,” she said.

  Taking her by the hip for leverage, I fucked her gently, pumping her pussy, making sure to hit her clit with each pass. She held onto my arm and started to move with me, pushing my cock even further inside her beautiful little pussy.

  Her sweet walls were closing around my big hard cock as I started working inside her, going slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her, gradually picking up speed until I was pounding her.

  We came at the same time, her against me and me inside her. I was freaked out for a moment before I remembered she had told me she was on the Pill when the condom broke the first time we had fucked. I could only hope this was still the case.

  Slipping my cock out of her pussy, I replaced it with my fingers as a place holder and gave it to her for her to suck again, which she did happily. After stroking me a few times while gently sucking me, she moved down to my balls, sucking them lovingly while continuing to stroke me, getting my cock back into her mouth and then sucking me again, nice and slow, until I was hard again.

  “That good, baby?” I asked.

  “Fuck yes,” she said, stroking my cock.

  “Can you take it the ass?” I asked.

  “I think so. I mean. I'll try.”

  “Turn over, okay?” I said.

  She obeyed, spreading her ass with her hands. I just looked for a second, amazed at her initiative. Gently massaging her while licking her pussy to get her relaxed, I got her to orgasm.

  Then I used my tongue on her ass hole to prep her. She started moan loudly, reaching back with one of her hands, pushing my head against her even harder. Af
ter bringing her to a screaming orgasm, I gently got on top of her and pressed the head of my cock against her prepped asshole.

  “Deep breath in,” I said.

  “Okay,” she said, obeying.

  “And slowly out.”

  As she exhaled, I pushed slowly into her asshole, getting the head in easily. She moaned as I tried to get more in and stopped for a second to let her get used to it.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  I started pushing into her sweet little asshole, getting halfway in before stopping again.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh,” she said.

  Pressing my hand against the small of her back, I started to move very slowly, working my admittedly huge cock in and out of her asshole, listening closely for any signs of distress. None came and I started to fuck her harder still, her soft gasps turning to loud moans. I reached around with my other hand and massaged her pussy as I fucked her tight little asshole.

  She came like a banshee, actually holding onto the arm of the couch as I filled her asshole with my cum. I cupped her pussy and stroked her back as she came down, her body trembling subtly. Leaving my hand on her back, I held the base of my cock and slowly pulled out of her.

  I wanted to ask her to stay. I had never cuddled after fucking before. I had never really wanted to, but I did with Sally. I was about to, when she got right up and started putting her clothes back on, with no small amount of difficulty.

  “Here,” I said, helping her with her leggings.

  “Thanks,” she said, seeming to mean it.

  She seemed a bit preoccupied, so I decided to let it lie. The more cynical part of me told me wanting her to stay was a warning sign that I was getting too close to the sweet little baker.

  It was starting to mess with my mind.

  Love could do that, or so I was told.

  Chapter Nine - Sally

  It took a while to get to Gia and Reece's house. Such was traffic in New York City. Even at ten o'clock on a Sunday. I forged on however, determined to see her recently born baby.

  “Hey, babe,” Gia said, hugging my warmly once I arrived.

  “Hey,” I said.

  We kissed on the cheek and she led me into the house. She looked surprisingly good for someone who had just given birth.

  “How are you doing?” I asked.

  “Glad not to have to be pregnant anymore,” Gia said.

  We were halfway down the corridor leading to the nursery when another knock came on the door.

  “It's just through there, I'll be back,” Gia said.

  I found the nursery pretty easily. The crib looked like it was some kind of heirloom. Going by the wood and the general design, it looked like it had been constructed sometime in the later part of the nineteenth century. Reece was sometimes more willing than Mike to show his wealth in odd but tasteful ways.

  “Hey, you,” Maya said, coming in with Catharine and Amanda close behind.

  “Hey.”

  I hugged all three of them in their turn. I hadn't seen any of them since the baby shower and even then, only barley. I had been so focused on work recently I had been neglecting my social life. Aside from the occasional hot sex session with Mike.

  “You look great!” Maya gushed.

  “Thanks, you too,” I said, mostly to return the compliment.

  It hardly needed saying. Maya always looked great. It was just in her genetics.

  “I'm planning a Halloween party,” Maya said, “if you’re up for it, I would love for you to do a cake.”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “Cool! I was thinking about something that looks like a head that looks like it is being cut open. You can do that right?”

  “You've seen my cemetery cake, right?” I asked.

  “Um, no, I don't think I have,” she said.

  I got out my phone and showed her the photo I had taken for posterity before sending my creation off to be devoured.

  “Oh. My. God!” Maya enthused.

  “Let me see!” Gia said, looking over Maya's shoulder.

  “What do you think?” I asked.

  “That you're wasting your talent doing edibles,” Gia said, staring at the phone, as though mesmerized.

  “I still have the photo,” I said.

  “Any others?” Gia asked.

  “Other what?” I asked, wondering if she meant cakes.

  “I think she means photos,” Maya said, handing back the phone.

  “Not really,” I said.

  “Start,” Gia said.

  “Huh?”

  “You are a genius and need to be recognized. Start taking photos of your best creations. Not only is it a record of your creations, but I also happen to think it could be a great new avenue of art, combining design and photography with the interesting twist of taking an art form meant to be temporary and making it permanent by making a record of it. One that is both the work and not.”

  “This is not a pipe,” Amanda said quietly.

  “Exactly!” Gia enthused.

  “O-okay,” I said, completely lost.

  “It’s from an art piece known as the Treachery of Images,” Amanda explained.

  “I see,” I said.

  “Reece knows a lot of people in the art world,” Gia continues. “His fund gives money to a lot of art foundations and runs at least three arts scholarships.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  “Trust me, babe, it will be really good,” Gia said.

  “I always trust you,” I said. “But I actually enjoy just baking.”

  I shrugged, and she stopped, clearly not wanting to push me to do something I might not be very into.

  “How are things going with Mike?” Gia asked.

  “It's, um, complicated,” I shrugged, not quite sure what to say.

  “It might sound strange but there is something about him,” Gia said. “It seems like he is the one for you. Honestly.”

  “You’re just saying that because Mike is Reece's friend,” I teased. “And you want us to be with friends, since we’re friends.”

  “That's partly true, yeah,” Gia admitted, “but I also think you and Mike are really good together.”

  I really hoped Gia was right. She usually was. Though I couldn't help wondering if Mike was still stuck on Jessa. She was definitely hot.

  “Hi,” Mike said.

  I was both surprised and not surprised to find Mike waiting at my door. The building hadn't had a doorman for years and he wasn't getting in without a key or without being buzzed in. In a way, I admired his tenacity.

  “How long have you been there?” I asked.

  “Not too long,” he said.

  “Okay, next question, why are you here?”

  “I just could wait.”

  “For what?” I pressed.

  “To have sex with you again,” he confessed, “no talking or complicated relationship stuff. I just want to fuck.”

  Had he been anyone one else, I would have slugged him. I wasn't promiscuous, no matter what was assumed by many. I fucked a lot, yes. I loved sex, yes. But I only had one guy at a time. I didn't even know if Mike and I were in a relationship, at least officially, but I had only fucked him.

  It was just how I was wired. It honestly seemed more like he was trying to convince himself. At least going by the fact that he went through all the trouble of coming all the way over here and waiting for me. And the hockey date, of course.

  It seemed unlikely that he would have gone to that much trouble just for a fuck. I didn't know for sure though and it was really frustrating. There was one way I could think of to put me in a better headspace.

  And lucky for him, it involved giving him what he had come here to ask for.

  “Come on,” I said, unlocking the door.

  I didn’t let Mike touch me on the way to my apartment. He tried only once, getting the message after I knocked his hand away.

  Once inside, I stripped down to nothi
ng and went to sit on the couch in the living room, Mike close behind me. I could feel his gaze on my ass. Sitting on the couch, I spread my legs, offering up my wet and eager pussy to him.

  “Dig in,” I said.

  Mike dropped to his knees without a moment's hesitation and licked my pussy like his life depended on it. I clamped my hands on the back of his head, moaning loudly as he licked me.

  “Yes, just like that,” I moaned.

  I didn't know how he managed to know just where to lick me but fuck if he didn't and he brought me to the biggest orgasms of my life. My whole body tensed as I literally screamed with orgasm, suddenly overtaken by hard convulsions of ecstasy.

  I crashed back against the couch, breathing heavily, Mike giving a few more light, gentle licks on the outside of my pussy. I stroked his hair as he did so, overcome with feelings of love. All questions or doubts were driven from my mind.

  I stood him up and sat him down in my place on the couch and got on my knees, taking up his previous position. Running my hands down his body from his neck to his crotch, I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, hauling out his huge, hard cock, taking care to also liberate his bit big, beautiful balls.

  Working his shaft with my hand, I took one of his beautiful balls in my mouth, just barely fitting it all the way in and sucked gently, while swirling my tongue around it, switching his cock to my mouth before he came.

  I loved making him cum. Especially after he had made me cum so much.

  Chapter Ten - Mike

  Sally was really amazing. She didn't even pause between making me cum with her hand and switching to her mouth and sucking me off like my cum contained some kind of much-sought antidote, cupping my balls and working my shaft as she did so, nursing my load into her mouth, swallowing it all down, looking up at me lovingly as she did.

  Keeping her hand on my cock, Sally climbed on top of me and slid my cock almost all the way up her tight little pussy, lowering herself down onto it. Pausing for a moment, closing her eyes meditatively, Sally wrapped her arms around my neck, at least partly for leverage and started to pound herself on my cock. I grabbed onto her hips and kissed her hard as she slammed down on my cock, moaning softly.