His Forbidden Baby: An Accidental Pregnancy Romance Collection (His Secret Baby Romance Collection Book 2)

by Jamie Knight

  I laughed hard. But he was serious.

  “It is a nice name,” I acquiesced.

  “Better than any that those Google sites were able to suggest for us,” Steve said.

  “Little Sammy,” I said, looking into the baby’s half-open eyes. “I like it. Its reasoning is pretty crazy, but so are we. And I like the sound of it.”

  “Let’s see if Kelly likes it,” Steve said, as just then we heard a knock on the door.

  “Come in!” I called out.

  Kate and Kelly approached cautiously, with Kate making a low “aww” sound and Kelly squealing, “Yay, my little brother’s here!”

  “Kelly, meet Sammy,” I told her. “And Auntie Kate, you too.”

  “Sammy?” Kate’s eyebrows shot up as she smiled. “For the breasturant? That’s perfect. It’s so you two.”

  “It’s not a brestaurant,” I said, as I laughed.

  I was impressed that he had gotten the meaning of the name even faster than I had. But that was Kate, for ya – a smart cookie.

  “Eh, potato, pa-ta-to,” she said with a shrug.

  “Do you like that name?” I asked Kelly.

  “Yes!” she said. “It has a ‘y’ at the end. Like my name does!”

  “That’s true,” I told her, deciding to wait until later to get into the whole nickname explanation.

  As Kate helped Kelly up into a chair so that Steve could transfer the baby to them, I grinned at my little family, happy that we were all together in one place.

  This Mother’s Day was so much better than the last one.

  It was, in fact, the best one ever.

  I had everything I ever could have asked for, and then some.

  Epilogue

  Molly

  Steve gently takes my cell phone from my hands when I check it for the sixth time in five minutes.

  “Sweetheart, I promise you, the kids are fine,” he admonishes me.

  I sigh.

  “I know, I know, it just feels weird to be away from them.”

  “Kate’s got them handled,” he leans over and kisses my neck in a way that makes me shiver.

  “Yeah, but…”

  “Kelly and Sammy are having lots of fun with Auntie Kate; they’re probably glad we’re gone,” he insists. “So, relax. Besides, you have to turn this off in a minute anyway.”

  He presses down on the power button to my phone.

  It’s been a full year since the wedding and everything has been fairytale perfect. Kelly has taken to being a big sister like a champ, and she loves her new daddy. Steve has officially adopted her immediately after the wedding, and Kyle has been a ridiculously easy baby. So, now that he’s past those precious little infant months we didn’t want to miss a second of, Steve has finally talked me into letting him take me on a honeymoon.

  I fidget with the seat belt across my lap.

  “So, you still won’t tell me where we’re going?” I complain.

  He shakes his head, chuckling.

  “Nope. But you and I both know that no matter where we go, we’re going to see lots of the insides of our hotel room.”

  I shiver and nod, feeling my nipples harden under my thin t-shirt. He clearly takes notice of this, as well as the fact that I’ve foregone a bra, and reaches out to brush his fingers over the stiff bud, drawing a moan from my lips.

  “I’m going to make all your worries melt away, my love.”

  I wonder if there will be time on our flight to make good use of the privacy of the jet.

  Screw it, I’ll make time.

  We finally take off, and the flight attendant brings us glasses of champagne, informing us that we’re free to move around now.

  With a smirk, Steve unbuckles himself before he reaches across the seat and unbuckles mine, his thumb flitting underneath the hem of my shirt and brushing a line of heat across my bare skin. My breath catches and he tugs me to my feet, his champagne flute in the other hand.

  “And just where are you taking me?” I ask, with an eyebrow raised and a smile creeping onto my face.

  “Just follow me, my princess,” he says, leading me toward the tail of the plane.

  He opens a door, revealing a room with a plush bed decked in red satin. Just the sight of it is enough to send tingles across my skin.

  I take a sip of champagne and flutter my eyelashes at my husband, and part of me regrets not wearing something vastly more sexy for this, as opposed to comfy leggings and a t-shirt. But he doesn’t seem to care, as he gingerly takes my champagne and his own and sets them carefully aside before tossing me down onto the bed.

  I squeal in surprise and delight, erupting into giggles, but he turns those giggles into moans when he pins me and kisses me, his body stretched along the length of my own. I can feel the hard press of his cock against my thigh and I scramble to free his massive dick from its zippered cage.

  His rod is hard as steel in my hands, and I coil my fingers around it and start to stroke him. He groans and his eyes drift shut as he indulges in the pleasure for a moment, before tugging off my shirt and ravaging my nipples with his mouth.

  I squirm beneath him, gasping, and he tugs down my leggings and panties, throwing them aside. I’m already dripping, so when he slides his fingers into my slit, he does so with ease. His thumb finds my clit, stroking the sensitive nub and making me see stars, and he slips two fingers into my pussy.

  My walls clamp around his pumping fingers as I feel myself already on the verge of cumming. And when his teeth brush against my nipple, my vision goes black and the orgasm that hits me makes my legs go numb.

  So, when he rolls onto his back, dragging me with him so that I’m straddling his lap, it takes me a moment of recovery before I can lift my hips and he can slide his cock inside me. But once I’ve come down from the high and the trembling in my legs has calmed, I ride his cock like a professional cowgirl, rolling my hips and driving him deep into my pussy.

  He grips my hips and bucks like a bronco underneath me, ramming his cock into me so deep that the pleasure borders on pain. My tits bounce as I ride him and he stares at them with the ravenous gaze of a predator before reaching up and cupping the back of my neck, tugging me down to kiss me roughly before sinking his teeth lightly into my breast.

  The sharp sting sends sparks rippling through me, zapping my nerve endings and jolting me harder against him. As his lips move to wrap around my nipple, I see the hint of a bruise left behind already and it makes my lips curve slightly from their “o” shape into a smile.

  Married with two kids, and he still gives me hickeys.

  I feel the heated tingles of a second orgasm gathering inside me and my breath catches.

  “That’s right,” Steve murmurs, his breath heating the skin around my nipple. “Cum for me, princess.”

  I continue to ride him, driving toward my climax, and when it hits, it knocks the breath from me and I collapse into his chest, panting hard.

  His hips don’t still, however, pummeling my pussy from below and sending aftershocks washing through me. And to my surprise, it takes only a few seconds before the pleasure starts building me toward yet another release.

  It feels so good to have him inside me, making me cum again and again, and he’s right, all my worries have melted away and all I want to do is lose myself in him, in the pleasure. So that’s exactly what I do, giving into the carnal need.

  I lose track of everything: time, speed, I forget where we are. The only thing in my focus is my husband, and when I’m finally on the brink of surrender, my trembling limbs exhausted and our skin slick with sweat, I hear the grunt and feel Steve shudder as he cums, filling me up with the heat of his seed.

  We sink into the satiny softness, entwined in each other, my body still throbbing and tingling all over.

  I end up sleeping for the rest of the plane ride, and when we land, Steve wakes me gently and helps me dress. I’m still too worn out to ask where we’re going as he packs me into a limousine and pulls me into his lap.

>   I sleep curled against him until we reach the hotel, and he carries me upstairs, but for some reason, when he slips me under the covers, I’m suddenly wide awake, and ravenous to have my husband inside me again.

  He turns, thinking I’m still dozing, and my hand strikes like a cobra to grab his wrist and tug him down into bed with me.

  “Whoa!” I cry out.

  He laughs.

  “I thought you were still out cold,” he says in an amused tone.

  I shake my head.

  “Definitely not a trace of cold here,” I reply, my fingers already venturing to his zipper. “I’m just hot for you, baby.”

  He laughs at my dumb joke and tugs my shirt off yet again. He runs his fingers over the hickey on my breast, a smug smile on his lips, and then he bends to take my other nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly and drawing out my need.

  I wrestle his dick from his pants and wriggle out of my leggings. He raises an eyebrow.

  “In some sort of hurry?” he asks.

  I nod eagerly, parting my legs further as I work him out of his shirt, drinking in the sexy sight of his bare chest. Once I’ve got him stripped, I reach between his legs to guide his cock inside me and he catches my wrist, halting me and pinning me beneath him again.

  “I can handle that,” he murmurs, and takes over the task of positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.

  I whimper and writhe beneath him, desperately seeking the friction of his body on mine, and he absolutely tortures me, sliding the flared head of his cock down the length of my dripping slit, brushing over my clit.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  “Please what?” he asks, a mocking innocence in his voice.

  “Please fuck me,” I beg, my voice a breathy whimper. “Please, please, please, I need you inside me now.”

  “Well, I suppose if you need it…”

  He punctuates the teasing remark by drilling his cock into me, making me scream in pleasure. I coil like a vine around him, legs around his waist and fingers digging into his back. I kiss him, my tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

  He parts my lips with his tongue and the two of us make out like horny teenagers as he pounds me. Moans roll from deep in my throat and I can feel the vibrations of his own grunts and sounds of pleasure.

  My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making me shriek and arch against him. He tugs me up slightly higher so he can slide his hands beneath me and grip my ass with both hands, rocking his hips against mine.

  He pulls his lips from mine and trails kisses down the length of my throat, licking and nipping the flesh as he goes, and when his teeth brush the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, I can’t help but gasp.

  “I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum,” he orders, “I want you to cum with me.”

  I nod, too breathless to speak, and one of his hands moves up to cup my breast, his thumb sliding over the erect nipple and tweaking it. His thrusts get faster and rougher, but his rhythm stutters and I know he’s close.

  The hand on my ass moves between us and he begins to tease my clit with his fingers.

  “Oh, fuck, yes, just like that,” I gasp.

  He continues to stroke my clit while he rails me and before long, I feel the beginnings of a climax trickling through me.

  “I’m so close, baby,” I tell him, “I think I’m about to-”

  My breath catches and I tip over the edge into oblivion.

  With a couple of quick, rough thrusts, he joins me in pure bliss, shooting his load deep inside me before laying on the bed and pulling me close.

  “I love you so much,” I whisper breathlessly into his chest.

  He chuckles.

  “Mhmm. You sure you’re not just using me for my talents?” he teases.

  “Oh, I absolutely am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” I reply, making him laugh.

  “You know,” I muse as I drift off to sleep in his arms, “Who would have expected that getting slapped in the ass by a perv and getting fired would lead me to the best thing I’ve ever had?”

  He chuckles.

  “Well, if I ever met that perv who laid hands on you, I’d kick his ass. I suppose I do owe him a thank you.”

  I already miss Kelly and Sammy and the way they play and laugh together with us – and Kate too, of course – but I’m looking forward to one on one time with my hubby. We deserve it, since raising two kids is hard – but not as hard as when I was a single mom, and for that I’m grateful.

  And as I fall asleep in the arms of the love of my life, reveling in a happy ever after way hotter than the ones in the fairytales, it’s funny to think about how something so small but awful at the time changed everything for the best, long term.

  THE END

  My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby

  His Secret Baby series Book 5

  Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Dedication

  To lovers of superhero movies – on the thirtieth anniversary of Michael Keaton as Batman.

  (Although this book was lightly inspired by superhero movies, if they’re not your thing, I think you’ll still like it, as long as you like taboo sex between an older, experienced man and a younger virgin… and secret baby stories too, of course.)

  Content Warnings

  This book has a few dark portions that include abuse, attempted rape and dominant sex with light BDSM. Please do not read it if these things trigger you or aren’t your thing to read about. I have plenty of other secret baby books that do not have these themes.

  Prologue

  Valeria

  It was hot and sticky in the humid summer air, and I was supposed to be sleeping. My strict parents would not approve of me being up this late, but neither would they approve of the thoughts I was having, so at this point, I didn’t think that one sin was any worse than the other. I might as well indulge in them all.

  I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Alexander Foster, the man who I had met at church a few months ago. He was a tech billionaire who seemed to live a lifestyle that I had only seen in superhero movies, with gadgets and servants constantly at his disposal. He was a generous donor to the church, and he was also exceeding handsome.

  But he was also as old as my father was. In fact, he had been my father’s good friend from the past, before I was born, and when my parents had had an altogether different life than they live now.

  My father and Alexander had recently reunited, at church. Alexander had known my father and mother when they were dating, back when both of them had had sordid pasts.

  My mother didn’t like to talk about it these days, but she had been an exotic dancer. It was from her I had inherited what men liked to say were my unique good looks: dark brown hair and eyes and a curvy, sultry body. She and my father had found God and had gotten married, never looking back on the type of life that they had had in the past.

  I supposed this had been a good thing for me, but in a way, I felt too innocent, too sheltered. Now, I was seventeen years old and I hadn’t experienced much of the world. I was still a virgin, and if my father had his say, I would stay that way for life.

  But if he only knew how his friend, Alexander, looked at me, I had a feeling that they would not stay reunited friends for long. I knew Alexander wanted to rip my clothes off and bend me over and take my virginity. And I wanted to let him.

  But he held back, restrained himself, because I was not of age. Soon, though, I would turn eighteen. And I had a feeling deep in my heart – and in my body – that he was going to claim me and make me his.

  I had no idea what that would mean for my life with my strict, over-protective parents. But I also didn’t care. I was ready for experience and adventure, and I wanted it to come from Alexander.

  Nevertheless, I hoped they wouldn’t find out, as I only wanted one night of passion with this older, exper
ienced man. I didn’t fool myself into thinking we could have a lasting love. Alexander was known to have been a player before I met him, although the rumors had died down since then.

  Maybe he, like my parents, had found religion and shaped up. Or maybe a naïve part of me was hoping that meeting me had caused him to settle down.

  Whatever the case, I wanted him to take my virginity as soon as I was of age. Nights like this, my hands traveled down underneath my underwear and I let myself touch my wet pussy that seemed to be throbbing and aching for him.

  I wanted him, bad, and it was evident with how quickly I could bring myself to cum, just by playing with myself and wishing that it was his hands, his cock, down there, instead of just my own fingers.

  I imagined him opening me up with his fingers and then his cock. Pushing himself inside of me and making me cum like this, but even better.

  “Oh, Alexander,” I whispered now, as an orgasm overtook my body and mind. “Please, fuck me soon. I’m about to turn eighteen. Please fuck me hard and good and give me some release from this pressure I’ve been feeling, to be known and loved by you.”

  The midnight prayers of my youth had now been replaced by pleas to Alexander that he would rid me of this yearning for him and provide me with pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

  Perhaps he would answer my request.

  Perhaps he wouldn’t.

  But at least it made Sunday mornings at church a lot more exciting, now that I could look at him, and see him looking back at me with lust and desire in his eyes.

  I couldn’t help but wonder when he was going to fuck my brains out, even though he was twice my age, and my father’s friend. I knew it was going to happen, and I somehow just had to be patient and wait for him to bring me what I so desperately desired: his cock, for my very first time.

  Chapter One

  Alexander