Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  He dropped to the floor and dragged my legs over his shoulders. My hips rocked and gyrated, and I was powerless to stop the waves of arousal flooding through me.

  “That’s it, pet. Fuck my tongue, smash your pussy against my mouth.”

  Wordless cries tumbled from my lips, but then James lifted his head from between my legs, leaving me anguished.

  He adjusted his position and slammed two fingers inside me. I clawed at the table, moaning and squirming.

  He walked his fingers up my torso and pushed them into my mouth, giving me a taste of my tangy essence. I sucked and licked, relishing my taste before he returned his fingers and attention to my pussy.

  To hold him in place, I clamped my thighs on either side of his head. His teeth rasped over my clit, and he sucked the taut bud into his mouth.

  “Oh, God! Don’t…stop. Please…don’t….stop.” Heat flooded my veins, and a powerful orgasm washed over me. I screamed and bucked and attempted to push his head away, but he imprisoned my legs with his hands, preventing an escape.

  Finally, my strained muscles relaxed, and my weak body collapsed back, my breathing harsh, my heart thundering.

  James gazed up at me, his lower face glistening in the dim light. “Touch yourself, pet. Show me what you did without me. Show me how you made yourself come when I wasn’t around.”

  He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “I’ll show you and tell you what I did without you. Every night when I went home, I’d grab my cock and jerk off to thoughts of you. I would imagine my dick buried inside you. I would imagine being deep in your mouth and you sucking me dry and drinking every last drop.”

  I reached down and spread my folds, giving myself access to my sensitive clit. My nipples puckered to tight points as I watched James jerk off.

  The sensations churning inside me urged me to close my eyes, but I wanted to watch him. I wanted to see him come.

  The faster he moved his hand, the quicker I moved mine. Our breathing picked up speed. My hips rocked back and forth.

  I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips.

  “Come for me, pet. Show me.”

  I dragged James closer until the tip of his weeping cock hit off my clit. That was all I needed to tumble over the edge. I called out his name, my inner muscles clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. The liquid heat flowing from me covered his balls and shaft.

  James grabbed his cock with a death grip and pumped hard and fast. His hot come splashed all over my pussy. I massaged his seed around my clit, and another round of spasms shot through me. When the last of the tremors rippled through us, James grinned and blew out a satisfied breath. “We’ve fulfilled another one of your fantasies. I wonder how many more we can fulfill?”

  “Being loved by you and becoming your wife is every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.”

  “Me too, pet. Me too.”

  Epilogue - Pearl

  December

  Two Years Later

  I was on my way home after dropping Olivia at my mom’s house for a sleepover. I would never refuse my mom time with her grandbaby, and I would never say no to a night alone with James.

  After we said ‘I do’ almost a year and a half ago, James and I set up our own law firm—Matthews and Matthews. I’d taken six months off when Olivia came along and now only worked part-time. When she started school, I would take on more work, but for now, while I had the chance, I wanted to spend time with her.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to continue growing my career, I did, but James had shared with me what Grant had told him. He’d been right. We were all just numbers that could be easily replaced.

  At the beginning of the year, we’d bought a brownstone in Greenwich Village not too far from Lady Melanie’s place. It had a rooftop terrace, a swimming pool, and a cinema room. Next week, we were hosting a holiday party for our friends. James had overseen the basement’s renovation into a playroom especially. I hadn’t been allowed to see the room yet. He wanted to keep it a surprise until everyone arrived next week. I still hated surprises.

  At the thought of next week’s kinky Christmas get together, butterflies danced around my belly. I couldn’t wait to catch up with everyone. Baby number two was on the way for Caleb and Wendy. Kate and Dax had married soon after James and me, and sweet Camille and Silas got engaged at Thanksgiving.

  As for Lyla. Our paths occasionally crossed at social functions, and when they did, we were passive-aggressively cordial to one another. We were never going to be friends, and she would never acknowledge the cruel gifts she’d sent to me two Christmases ago.

  When I thought about her cruelty towards me, the anger monster inside me woke from its slumber, but I would calm myself down by focusing on my many blessings—my husband, our baby, and our thriving business.

  She was still the queen of the social circle, and, from what I understood, she still hadn’t met anyone who stuck around longer than a few weeks.

  Sophia had moved to Los Angeles, where she’d sold a screenplay to Universal Pictures. Soon after Michelle and Daniel had finalized their divorce, Sophia woke up and kicked him to the curb. Daniel was now a has-been who occasionally guest-starred in sitcoms. His once glittering star would never shine again.

  As soon as I got home, I went to our bedroom. Before I left to drop off the baby, James had instructed me what he wanted me to wear and where he wanted me to be when he got home from work.

  The sheer bra and panties from Lady Melanie’s latest collection emphasized my curves, and my black fuck-me heels gave my long legs a nice shape. The collar around my neck sparkled and glittered.

  I dimmed the lights and perched on the edge of our king size bed. Downstairs, the front door opened and clicked closed.

  A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened. James leaned against the doorjamb, looking like a man who’d worked hard all day. He’d loosened his tie, and stubble shadowed his jaw. Every time I saw him, he looked sexier than before.

  “Don’t keep me waiting, sir.”

  James strode in, his eyes fixed on my face.

  “You look sexy as fuck, pet.” He stroked a fingertip along the swell of my breasts.

  His touch would forever turn me to mush.

  “So do you.” I reached down and cupped his cock, giving his already rock-hard erection a gentle squeeze. “I’ve thought about you—this—all day.”

  “You and me both.” He tilted his head and caught my lower lip between his teeth and gently sucked. “All day, I’ve imagined my cum splashing against your pussy, your stomach, and your tits. I want to see it drip from your lips and cover your tongue.”

  A moan sounded in my throat, and my back curved, flattening my breasts against his chest. The sheer material from my bra stimulated my already puckered nipples, and jolts of electricity sizzled my skin. “If you keep talking like that, sir, I’m going to climax before you even touch me.”

  He ran his hands over my shoulder and down my arms. “Bend over, pet. I want that pretty ass of yours high in the air.”

  “With pleasure, sir.” I stood, placed my hands on the mattress, and stuck out my butt.

  My husband’s strong hands caressed and massaged my ass cheeks. I wasn’t fooled. His gentle touch wouldn’t lull me into a false sense of security.

  He traced the edges of his thumbs beneath the piece of fabric masquerading as panties. After some teasing, he wrenched the material tight, imprisoning my engorged clit.

  I moaned and wiggled against the pressure, loving the sweetness swirling low in my pelvis. He wrenched the fabric tighter, harder. I was already close, but I didn’t want to, not yet.

  “I can tell you’re ready to come.” He chuckled and released my panties. “Good girl for holding back.”

  He moved his thumbs between my leg, pushing my folds together before prying them apart. Droplets of arousal trickled down my inner thighs showing just how ready I was. I pushed back, urging him to delve dee
per. Encouraging him to stab his fingers inside my channel, but he ignored my silent pleas and continued to toy with me, tease me.

  “So wet for me, pet. But you’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”

  “Always, sir.”

  He slid his thumbs down to my pussy, rimming the entrance but not entering.

  Curving his hands around my body, he yanked down the cups of my bra, allowing my heavy and swollen breasts to swing free. He pinched my nipples, pulling them from my body and the stinging pain increased my ecstasy tenfold.

  He continued to pinch, sending heavenly pulses to the center of my clit. “What did you think about today, pet? Did you think about my dick stretching you until it hurt? Did you masturbate even though I told you not to?” He released my nipples and traced his fingers down my back until he reached the rosette of my ass. “Did you think about me fucking you here?”

  On a groan, I pushed back.

  Thwack!

  I jolted forward.

  “You should know better, pet. When I ask you a question, answer it.”

  Thwack!

  “Don’t test my patience, pet. Answer me.”

  “After you left for work, I fucked a huge dildo imagining it was you. When I climaxed, I licked it to taste myself. Then I sucked it while finger fucking myself pretending I was sucking you off.”

  “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, pet?”

  He spun me around until I sat on the edge of the bed. I lowered my gaze to his crotch. The sight of his cock straining at his pants sent my heart beating frantically.

  I toed off my shoes and lifted my foot to massage him.

  On a growl, he ripped off his clothes. “Get down on your knees and suck me.”

  His shaft hung low, and a drop of pre-cum dripped down the head. I fell to my knees.

  I closed my palm around him, my mouth watering.

  “Take me deep.” He caught a fistful of my hair and guided his length between my lips, delving deep until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. He blew out an explosive and shaky breath. Moaning, I took him deeper and slipped my hand inside my panties, hoping he wouldn’t notice I was pleasuring myself while I pleasured him.

  Catching my hair, James dragged me up until our lips caught in a rough, demanding kiss. Our tongues dueled, and his stubble scratched my chin. I wanted his face between my legs. I wanted to feel the scratch of his stubble against my pussy.

  He broke away from me. “On all fours on the bed now. Did you think I didn’t see what you were doing?”

  I climbed onto the mattress and waited, eager for whatever James was about to do.

  He stood at the edge of the mattress, ripped off my panties, and slapped his cock against my ass. My inner walls quivered and squeezed, begging for him.

  “Inside me, sir. Fuck me. Make me come. Make me scream.”

  He spread me wide and slammed inside. I gasped and moaned as he gripped my hips and pounded hard, never letting up his pace. I writhed against him. I was close, so, so close.

  “Deeper. Harder,” I cried. “Slap your balls against me, sir. I want you to hurt me.”

  “Say that again, pet.”

  “I want you to hurt me.” He yanked my hair and wrenched my head back while his other hand smacked my ass. He slammed into me over and over again.

  My orgasm blindsided me, stealing my breath, making me mindless and insane with lust.

  “Let me pleasure you, sir.” I turned around, reached for his cock, and trailed my fingers down his length.

  With my eyes locked on his, I sucked the now purple head between my lips and palmed his balls, loving the weight of this silky flesh in my hands. He plunged deep until I gagged, but I didn’t pull away or stop. If anything, his roughness turned me on even more—just like it always did.

  I wanted as much of him in my mouth as I could take, as much as he could give. The telltale signs of another orgasm rushed up my spine. James’ cock twitched, and his balls drew up.

  I wrapped my hand around him and sucked him while jerking him off. Rather than swallow every bit of his cum, I wanted it to spill from my lips and drip from my chin.

  “You want me to come over your tits, pet?” He wrenched himself from my mouth and grasped a handful of my hair until I was on the verge of pain.

  “I want your cum all over my body, sir.” The movements of my hand jerked him off faster. And I pulled him back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him with all I had.

  He wound his fingers through my hair, and a groan rumbled from his chest.

  His hips pumped against my face. I deep-throated him, and a heartbeat later, he roared. He pulled out, and ribbons of cum shot over my lower face and chest.

  “I love you, pet.” James slumped forward and gathered me in his arms.

  “And I love you, sir.”

  My mind wandered back to December two years ago. If you’d have asked me back then what I envisioned for my life, I would never have said any of this. I was married to the most wonderful man in the world, had a beautiful baby girl, and a job I loved.

  I was the luckiest woman alive.

  THE END

  Quarantine Pet

  His Pet Series Book 8

  Copyright © 2020; Jamie Knight

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One - Jack

  “Happy Birthday, Jackie-boy,” I said to myself in the mirror.

  You’d look at a guy like me, and you’d think I had the world at my feet, right? I was a rising star at Davies and Sons, a top lawyer at a top law firm in Manhattan. The money was insane, which was why I had a penthouse apartment with a view of the river.

  I was still fit. Unlike some of my coworkers, I didn’t get bored and stuff myself with the high end, high-fat foods one tends to get access to with this kind of money. No-no, Jackie-boy. You kept working out, just like in high school. A couple weeks of crunches, I could probably get my abs back, if tried.

  And the women, yeah, they were pretty amazing. I mean, all I had to do was show up at a party, name drop my law firm, and it was basically a done deal. Barring that, a girl would immediately process the suit and watch I was wearing. Women do the math on that sort of thing. Shoes included! I had had every kind of woman in the sack. Every race, color, and creed, heavy-set to emaciated, young to old, reluctant that I had to seduce to exhibitionists that got it on with me in the back of the limo. Sometimes, I felt as if my life was one big blur of courtroom, paperwork, and pussy.

  I guess that’s why I was getting kinkier and kinkier in my forties. It started small. You know, fun stuff like tying myself down or tying her down, light spanking. That kind of thing. Now it wasn’t enough. I need more.

  Guess I was just numb from success at all levels. I was getting sloppy too. Risky, if you would. I seduced one of the legal aides in the office. Fortunately, she was more than happy with our sexual liaisons, and the forty thousand in jewelry I dumped on her didn’t hurt my rep. Lucky for the partners at Davies and me, she wasn’t the clingy type.

  I finished getting dressed and went downstairs to get my Porsha. Tuesday meant I had a meeting with the partners. Mostly it was about the continuing merger, but this time William and Daniel wanted to remind me to behave.

  “Jack,” said Dan in the conference room, after the door shut. “William and I want your promise that we won’t have anything like what happened with Claire.”

  Claire was the legal aide. So much fun.

  “Claire’s doing well at Saxon and Madison,” I reminded him while taking a seat. “Our recommendation got her a seven-figure salary.”

  “Yes, lucky you,” added William with an eyeroll.

  The two brothers stared down at me, or they tried. Most people found the Davies brothers intimidating due to the fact that they were the size of dump trucks. But I was almost as big, so they didn’t faze me.

  Wi
lliam continued, “But the last thing we need in this climate, during this merger, is to have you MeToo’d, understand? No dipping your pen in the company ink.”

  “Guys,” I laughed. “You know I’m not normally like that. Claire was just a onetime fling. These things happen.”

  “Not in 2020 they don’t,” grunted Dan. “We can’t have you endangering a merger in the billions for a little fun. Your work is exemplary, Jack, but we’ll can your sorry ass if you do this again, understand?”

  “Message received,” I relented. I put my palm against my chest. “Hand to God, I will not do anything like that ever again. We square then?”

  Dan looked at William. He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my promise.

  “Okay,” agreed Dan. “We’ve got some of the new corporate lawyers coming in late, so don’t go anywhere.”

  “What time?” I asked.

  “Three,” answered William. “They have dinner reservations at five, so the meeting will be short. Mostly it’s an introductory thing to meet some of the other lawyers we’ll be working out the deets with.”

  “We’ll be sticking around for it,” added Dan.

  “Okay, then,” I said, getting up. “If that’s all gents, I will see you this afternoon.” I gave then a half-assed salute.

  I strolled back to my office. Davies and Sons had solid two floors in the McKenzie Tech building, one of the downtown skyscrapers. We luxuriated in big offices with amazing views of the city. It was nice on a visit but felt kind of lonely when you worked there. Our floors were a maze of offices designed to keep each partner cut off in such a way that the sound flow didn’t bleed into the other areas. It made me feel I was by myself with the staff.

  “Morning, Kelton,” I greeted my assistant as I walked into my office. “What’s the coffee situation?”