Baby Daddy (Forever Daddies Book 1)

by Victoria Snow

  I reached out, unbidden, my fingers sliding along the outline of one of his pecs. Gorgeous.

  “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his large hand resting over mine.

  “Well, you can make a girl tremble.”

  There went the corner of his lip again. “You sure that you want to do this?”

  “I’m more sure than I’ve been about anything in a long while.”

  “Good.” He bent down and pressed another kiss to me, allowing my hands to rove his upper body unchecked. God, every part of his was hard, sculpted or just so damn masculine that I felt like I could touch him forever and not get tired. “Are you safe?” he asked.

  Safe? What? I blinked at him for a moment before I realized he meant was I clean. I was a virgin, so that was a bit of an odd question, but I guessed there were some things you could get without penetrative sex. “Yeah, I am.” I answered.

  “Alright.”

  He continued kissing me until I was dizzy, but in the best way. It wasn’t until I was almost beginning to pant again that he ended the kiss, pushing himself up to his feet.

  I almost objected, but then I saw his hands going to his pants and I realized he was just taking them off. Baring himself to me.

  Well, that was worth a few minutes of distance.

  I pushed myself up onto my elbows, not caring about the rolls in my stomach it caused, and watched as he shucked off his pants, and then the form fitting, dark colored boxer-briefs he was wearing. Finally, I was seeing all of him, and I was absolutely breathless.

  His length was… was big. Full and seeming to almost pulse as it stood at attention, curved slightly to point at his belly button. I felt a thrill of panic run through me. Would that even fit? It looked as wide as my fist!

  If Michael had any idea of my uncertainty, he didn’t say so, just smirking yet again before turning away from me. I blinked, uncertain what he was doing, until I saw him reach for his open suitcase on the dresser of the room, pulling something out that I couldn’t see.

  Oh. Condoms, right? That made sense. It was something that we would need if he was going to put his-

  My breath caught in my throat. Oh God, I was really doing this, wasn’t I? I was losing my virginity to my boss, a man I had never interacted with before that night.

  And yet I didn’t want to back down at all. If anything, the impossibleness of it all made me want it that much more. For too long I had been building it up to be this huge thing in my head, where it had to be so important and full of romance and like a fairy tale, but what if it could just be about how good I felt? That seemed a good enough reason to me.

  For years I hadn’t been living my life for me. I had been living it for my mother, and then for money. If I wanted to take this step for myself, then who was anybody to tell me I shouldn’t?

  Michael returned to me, kneeling over me and parting my legs once more so he could fit one of his strong, muscled thighs between them. I felt a moment of embarrassment flash over me as he looked straight down at my center, but I let that go. He’d already had his face down there, seen every shave bump and scar from ingrown hairs. We were past that point.

  Bending over me, he kissed my stomach, then worked his way higher while his fingers found my center. They were so slick and wet against me that for a moment even I was surprised, but that quickly faded as his thumb pressed against my clit and one of his fingers slid right back into me.

  I gasped, hitching my hips upward. God, it just felt so good. “I want you inside me,” I whined, reaching up for him.

  “Patience,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine gently. “I need to get you ready. I’m not exactly small.”

  “I noticed.”

  His lip curled again. “And you, my dear, are pretty tight.”

  “I thought that was a good thing.”

  He kissed me again, then my cheek, then buried his teeth against my neck. God, that felt good. I was going to be all marked up the next day and yet I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted to sport around every hickey, every slight bruise so that people would know just how thoroughly I had been turned inside out and upside down.

  “It is, but there can always be too much of a good thing.”

  “I-” my words cut off as both of his fingers curled within me, making a come hither motion that made me feel as if he was about to do just that. “Oh my God, I think… oh, please don’t stop!”

  “I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, kissing all along my jaw. “Think you can come for me like this? Right on my hand?”

  “I… yes, maybe, I uh…” His thumb started working that sensitive nub of mine in circles and my hips bucked up of their own accord. “Yes! Dammit, yes, please, please, make me come.”

  “I will, baby girl. Want to see you come apart this time.”

  I was about to tell him that he already had when I remember that his view had definitely been obstructed the previous time I’d come undone.

  Well, if he wanted to see me then I was more than happy to do that for him, because I could already feel the muscles of my abdomen jumping slightly, coiling tighter and tighter together. It would only take a little longer before I was leaping off that precipice again.

  “God, you’re so perfect,” he breathed, arching his back upwards so that his mouth could take one of my nipples into his mouth again.

  And that seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle, because a minute or two later, I was flung right into my second orgasm with just as much virulence as my first.

  “Fuck, Michael! Ah, ah!” I wanted to say more, to thank him or tell him how good he was, or anything, but instead I was just practically weeping again as my walls clamped down on those fingers inside of me.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, kissing me everywhere. “Let yourself go. Let me see you fall apart.”

  And I did, really and truly. There wasn’t much else I could do, my body was so caught up in all the pleasure radiating through me. I could feel him continuing to stare down at me, his eyes drinking up every bit of my reaction, of my very existence, until finally the swelling pleasure faded and I returned back to the real world.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered, trying to figure out which way was up, which way was down and why the fuck I cared. I was boneless, like a sack full of very happy jelly, and I didn’t feel like I could move.

  My eyelids grew heavy and for a moment I wondered if I could just fade away into sleep right then and where, but then Michael was adjusting me and I felt what could only be the warm, hard head of his manhood sliding up and down my center, coating himself in me.

  “Are you ready?” he asked and suddenly all that clumsy sleepiness fled from me. I nodded, and he pushed in ever so slightly.

  Oh.

  Ow.

  It was a strange, foreign sort of stretch and I felt my whole-body jolt immediately. Michael stopped right then and there, bending down to press kisses to my face. “You have to relax. If you tense up, it’ll hurt.”

  “Isn’t it supposed to hurt?” I asked, recalling all those legends of blood in the sheets or proof of maidenhood.

  He shook his head. “It might be a little uncomfortable, because it’s new and you’re nervous, but it should never hurt. Not if I’ve done my job. All you have to do is relax, and all we’ve done together should help it.”

  “And if it still hurts?”

  “Then we stop, and I make you come again and again until you’re all nice and relaxed for me.”

  I stared at him in wonder, shocked at his kindness, at how attentive he was to every part of me. From what I knew of one-night stands, they were often clumsy things that rarely ended with satisfaction. And yet I’d already orgasmed twice, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

  “Okay.”

  Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax. To trust him. Starting at my head, I focused and made my muscle groups relax bit by bit. It helped that one of his hands found my nipple again while that same thumb started to circle that bundle of nerves for the se
cond time.

  “There you go,” he murmured, sliding forward a bit more without resistance before pausing again.

  Wow.

  There was still an alien stretch to him, a strange sort of burning pull that came from accommodating his length and girth. I felt my breath pick up, but I forced myself to relax and take each moment as it was.

  Bit by bit, he pressed onward, always kissing me, or coaxing me to further pleasure with his hands, until he was fully sheathed inside of me.

  “Holy…” I rasped, my whole body lit up in pleasure.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said, pressing one more deep, intense kiss to me before slowly pulling backwards. It was a small movement, but it felt so dramatic.

  He rocked right back into me and it was like a switch flipped in me. The painful expanding had stopped and instead there was a strange sort of pressure. One that wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

  My legs came up, hitching around his hips, and he pulled out again, farther this time. He was being so careful, but it wasn’t enough. My body was crying out for more in a way that it never had before.

  “I can take it,” I said, pushing my hips up to his, trying to urge him on harder. “You don’t have to hold back.”

  “Oh, baby girl, you don’t even know all that I have to give you yet.” As if to prove his point, he drew back until I was almost empty, then snapped his hips forward, thrusting into me so hard I lost my breath.

  “Like that,” I gasped, letting the last of my tension drain away. “Please, just like that.”

  He seemed surprised but accommodated me, picking up the pace and driving into me with increasing power. I could tell that he was testing me, testing my limits, holding something back as my body got used to the intrusion.

  But the truth was that I liked how it felt. I loved the pleasure that was flooding me, but I also loved the counterpoint of roughness. I wanted more of it. I wanted to be greedy and have my mind completely drowned out in all of the goodness that I was feeling.

  “Harder,” I beckoned, my nails biting into his back. “I can take it, I promise.”

  His lips claimed mine again, hard and bruising, his thumb going into overtime on my clit, changing its pattern every minute or so. He drove into me with such a frenzy that I couldn’t speak any longer, I could only hold on as he gave me everything he could, just like I asked.

  I was flying, high and happy and contented all while wanting more, more, more. I knew it was an oxymoron, that I couldn’t be all of that all at once, and yet I was. I absolutely was.

  However, I also knew that men weren’t supposed to last as long as girls, and that multiple orgasms were supposed to grow increasingly more challenging, but with one of his hands on my nipples, the other dutifully working at my swollen nub between my legs, and him pounding into me without restraint, I felt it all come sweeping towards me.

  Apparently, Michael could feel it too, because I felt his lips and then his teeth set into my shoulder. “Are you going to come for me again, baby girl?”

  I nodded, a needy whine escaping my throat. “I think so.”

  “Do it for me, let me feel you come on my cock.”

  It was vulgar, that was for sure, but it made me burn from my head to my toes, sweeping me away in the passion. He wanted me to clamp down on him, to feel me as my whole body was lost to my climax. And he had been so good, so kind, how could I not give him whatever he had asked for? He certainly was giving me everything that I had wanted.

  I focused on nothing but the feeling of him. On the feelings he brought out in me, but it wasn’t until I felt him start to lose his rhythm, and his manhood literally throbbed within me that I finally cried out, letting myself freefall into the blinding white light of my climax.

  It washed over me, drenching every nerve, every synapse, wiping away all of the bad until there was only happiness and contentment. It felt good, so good, and when I finally came back to myself, I caught the tail end of his own shout.

  Wow, so that was what he looked like when he came, huh? It certainly made me feel sexy, seeing his eyes closed, his head tilted back and the veins in his neck standing out so sharply. It almost felt like I could sense him coming inside of me, but I knew that was just a trick of my virginal mind considering he was wearing a condom.

  His orgasm didn’t seem to last nearly as long as my own, however, and it seemed that just a moment later he was falling to the side of me, breathing hard and covered in sweat.

  “You’re amazing,” he breathed, looking at me like no one had ever looked at me before.

  “So are you,” I answered, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips.

  He smiled at that, then pulled me flush to his chest. I had almost wondered if he would kick me out of his bed once he got his rocks off, but he seemed content to just hold me, cuddling in the afterglow.

  And what an afterglow it was. I felt thoroughly exhausted for all the right reasons. Letting my eyes closed, I gave myself over to the euphoria and drifted off.

  5

  Anabelle

  When I opened my eyes, I felt a pleasant ache throughout my body, throbbing, but couched in a sort of pleasantness that I couldn’t explain. As I slowly became more conscious, my mind tried to puzzle out exactly what was going on. If I was injured, if my adrenaline needed to start pumping, or if everything was safe.

  The main source of the ache was between my legs, completely alien and unlike anything I was used to. It sort of reminded me of when I had first learned to ride a bike. I remembered walking funny after spending a few hours on- and just like that, in an instant, everything came back to me.

  Everything Michael and I did together last night.

  The heat and pleasure shared between us, the noises I had made, how he had seen the most intimate parts of me. How I had given him my virginity, and while that wasn’t a physically real thing, it was something that had been important to me.

  And I’d just given it away to my boss.

  All of it replaying itself all at once was too much for me. I felt ill, nausea swamping me. I sat up in one fluid moment and ignored the twinge between my thighs, trying to sort things out. I buried my hands in my hair and curled into myself, trying to figure out if it was all real or not.

  This didn’t happen - this couldn’t have happened. I wasn’t the type of girl who met billionaire mega hotties and went to bed with them in the same night. I was dorky, animal loving, fat and chipper Belle.

  I looked to my left and my heart leaped into my throat. My boss, Michael Bishop, laid next to me with nothing but a sheet to protect his dignity. He was fast asleep with his jaw open, looking completely blissful and unaware. He obviously had enjoyed the encounter, so why was I so panicked?

  He hadn’t pressured me at all. In fact, he had given me plenty of opportunities to back away, to not charge forward full steam ahead. He was kind, and courteous, and always made sure that he had my enthusiastic consent.

  And I had consented. I’d been in my right mind, I wasn’t drunk. I had hardly even been tipsy. Every move I had made was of my own volition, and to be honest, I had loved every minute of it.

  But as the morning light spilled across us… not so much.

  It had to be one of the worst things I’d ever done before. In no way shape or form was it good protocol to sleep with your boss. Especially since, now that I thought about it, wasn’t my boss engaged? I couldn’t quite remember it entirely, but I seemed to recall something about him with a Hollywood starlet… or maybe it was a model? I didn’t much pay attention to gossip, but I could have sworn I’d heard a coworker gossip about it.

  If that was the case, then I didn’t know why he decided to sleep with me when he had a crazy famous and beautiful woman waiting for him. That didn’t make any sense. Sure, I had confidence in my looks, and I knew I wasn’t hideous, per se, but I certainly wasn’t Hollywood star level. I was just some plus sized twenty-two-year-old from Illinois who wasn’t anybody.

  And for that matter, why had I slept with hi
m? I’d made my boyfriend wait three months and I wasn’t ready to do the do with him, as it were. And yet I had jumped at the chance to jump Michael’s bones. I liked to think that I wasn’t shallow, but after my actions the previous night, how could I be sure.

  Ugh. It was a mess. All a mess. How was I supposed to face him on Monday at work? Normally I was never so reckless! Was this all because of my stupid, stupid break up?

  Well, answers weren’t going to come to me while I was under the sheets, and I knew that I didn’t have it in me to look at Michael after what I’d done. While he didn’t seem like the kiss and tell type, I knew how these things went. I’d watched it happen at other places I had worked for ever since I was old enough to work. While the both of us tangoed, I would be the one painted like the gold digger, like the wanton hussy.

  Carefully, I moved the covers off my body and slid off the crazy soft hotel bed. I didn’t know what I should be thinking at the moment, so I settled for getting all my shit. I scavenged for my clothes that were littered throughout the penthouse, only remembering at the last moment that he had shredded my underwear with his bare hands.

  Oh man that had been hot. It almost made me want to creep back in the bed and see if I was physically capable of another round, but I clamped down on that hard and focused on finding my clothing. One heel here, my bra there and the rest soon in my possession.

  I walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in a daze. I was, for the lack of a better word, completely debauched. My hair looked something akin to a bird’s nest and my face had a sheen that only way too much oil and falling asleep in my makeup could give it. Just like I had known there would be the previous night, there were three hickeys visible on either side of my neck and one down on my collarbone.

  My fingers went to them unthinkingly, gently pressing down on the closest mark. It hurt and I winced ever so slightly, but then I did it again to the next one, and the next. It was… a good feeling, even if that didn’t make any sense. That made me ache and throb in a whole new way, and once more I had to shake my head to dismiss those thoughts.