OUTLAW'S BABY

by Amy Brent

  She made herself presentable and looked into the mirror over her desk to make sure that her makeup didn’t look like she had been on a three day sex marathon session with a man that really could have any woman that he wanted.

  Chapter four

  “I’m sorry, Keith but I’ve rechecked and double checked the results. You have an anomaly in your blood and if not corrected soon, it will kill you. It’s a very rare disorder, but there is an experimental treatment that might work. I’m literally going to have to drain your blood and then replace it with a fresh supply. I can’t be sure that’s going to work, but it’s the only hope that you have.” Tina didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but she was not about to sugarcoat anything to any patient. It didn’t matter that they were intimate with each other.

  “I knew that something was wrong, but I didn’t think that it was anything like this. You say that there’s an experimental treatment and I guess I’m going to have to put myself into your capable hands. When do we begin?” He was still naked and for the first time in his life he felt perfectly comfortable in his own skin. He always thought that he needed more work, but looking in the mirror was seeing himself like all the girls did.

  “I would like to start right away, but I do believe that we have unfinished business. I’m aching for you and I don’t know if I’ve ever said that about a man in my life. I don’t want you to take that, as a weakness. Just because I want you and I need you, doesn’t give you the right to think that you can have me any time that you want.” Tina knew that if he showed up tomorrow that he would easily have her bent over her desk and taking it from behind. That position was very nasty and one that made her feel like a piece of meat.

  “I’m sure that we have another hour to go with another part of my treatment. I don’t think that it’s going to hurt to postpone the blood treatment that you have in mind, until we are finished here. I guess I’m just going to have to try to be positive. I don’t want this to be my final death knell. I don’t want to be turned into some Guinea pig. What is it that I would expect if I didn’t go through with the treatment? I’ve always been a big believer about being forewarned than to be slapped across the face with some kind a surprise.” He looked at her body. His hands were on her hips and was inching that skirt up to her waist.

  “You’re making it very hard for me to concentrate and having a serious discussion about this. Touching me like that is only making me think of one thing. I see that that one thing is also on your mind.” Tina saw that his manhood had risen to the occasion. His desire for her could be seen and most likely would scare little old ladies on a bus. She was a little scared herself, but she was anxious to get every inch of him inside her body where it belonged. She wanted to squeeze him tightly with her inner muscles, drawing that intake of breath and making him spill the contents of his balls. Those orbs were a little deflated, but it wasn’t going to remain that way for long.

  “I can’t help the way that you feel. I know that I probably don’t want to ask the question, but do you really think that this will work? If it does, then will it be permanent or will I always have to go through the procedure every so often? If it doesn’t, how long do I have and is it going to be painful in the end?” He once again saw those panties and that blue delicate delight was the only obstacle to plowing her with his weapon of choice.

  “I would like to tell you, but you’re really going to have to take your hands off me for a moment.” She pulled away from him and sat down in her chair with her professional hat on. “If it works, then you will need the procedure once a month. If it doesn’t, then you will be poisoned from the inside. You will bleed profusely and the pain will be more than you can handle. I really don’t want to give you any false hope, but I’ve had success with this kind of treatment in the past.” She did a more blatant maneuver by standing up and bending over with her skirt up over her beautiful ass. Her lab coat was discarded and flung over the chair at her desk. In this position, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open.

  Coming to attention, he saw that talk of his own demise did not diminish the strength of his woody. His need for her body outweighed the consequences of this unusual blood disease.

  He stood there looking at her in this vulnerable position. Normally he would just fuck the girl, but this was like smelling the roses for the first time. He looked at her available over abundance of flesh and prepared himself for what was to come. He wasn’t sure how long he would last, but he didn’t want to be that conversation in hushed tones with some of her girlfriends in a negative light. He knew that they talked and they were almost, as gossipy as the boys in the locker room sharing tales of their conquests.

  Most of his teammates were already married and had a family of their own. There were a couple that still played the field. He was one of them. He could tell that those that had been domesticated were living vicariously through him.

  “I don’t know exactly what you’re waiting for, but you’re making me feel a little self conscious. I’m hoping that you are taking your time because you’re admiring how I have sculpted my body in the gym. I didn’t expect these kinds of results, but they were a welcome change of pace. I was still in pretty good shape before that, but not as well defined or rock hard.” She could feel something else that was rock hard and he was now tapping it against both of her bare cheeks like he was testing the waters.

  He put both hands on the small of her back and made her flatten out over the desk. Her legs were shaking and that was from the anticipation of what he was about to do. He used his own spit from his hand to help make it easier for penetration. Her little hole looked like it wasn’t big enough to take something like his. He wanted to prepare her, but he had no idea how he was supposed to go about that.

  “I don’t mean to make you feel anything, but a desirable woman. I just look at you and I can’t believe that I’m with a woman like you. You’re definitely a step above the rest and I really don’t know if I’m worthy. You deserve so much better than what I can give you. I am always on the road and I really don’t know if I can be trusted to be a one woman kind of guy. I want to believe that I can be and that you might be the one that will change my ways forever.” He took a hold of his cock and pushed it up against the resistance of her body.

  He was grunting against her like some kind of wild animal and then she pierced the night sky with her own scream from the unexpected. She was worried that he wasn’t going to be able to satisfy that itch, but she had nothing to worry about. Her mouth was open, as he slowly moved one inch at a time down the tunnel of love.

  “I’m glad that you are taking things slowly. I don’t know if I could’ve taken a one stroke effort on your part. I know that I only have about half of it already, but it feels like it’s coming out of my fucking mouth. I love it and I don’t want you to stop, until you have it all inside. I want you to feel what it’s like to be with a woman of character and substance. I want you to know what it’s like to be with a woman that has never experienced something like this before.” Her eyes were fluttering and then that orgasmic moment had her in its clutches.

  “Well… I almost came right then and there when you did that.” He could see every muscle in her body now rippling and knew exactly what that meant. “I see the way that you’re taking this and I have you, so stretched out that I think that I might ruin you for other guys. You would never be satisfied with a piece of breakfast sausage, when you can have a foot long.” He saw that white paste around his cock. Her excitement from that first orgasm was only enough to make her want more of the same.

  “You weren’t all the way in and I still came all over you. I can only wonder what will happen once you start to really get down to business. That cock is going to disappear and you are going to fuck me, until I can’t take it anymore. I didn’t give you permission to cum inside me. I want you to treat this, as an exercise in mental control. Hold yourself back for as long as possible, because I want to use what you have to please me. I don’t ever want
to get enough.” She pushed back against him, while filling that cavity, until there was nothing more to go.

  “You just did the one thing that no woman has done before. They usually need me to hold them down, but you did it yourself. I can see it, but I’m not sure that I can quite believe it.” He pulled back slowly hearing her breath come out of her in a long rush of air. He pushed back and heard that same intake of breath which was followed by her pounding on her desk with everything on it beginning to jump.

  “I don’t want you to treat me with kid gloves. We’re both here for the same thing. I know what I want and I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to know what you want. Let’s be bad and stop thinking about what others might think. I know that you probably don’t care, but I’ve always been the good girl. Fuck me…give it to me deep and make me your good little bitch.” She had never talked like this before, but it was kind of liberating to let her inner freak come out to play.

  “I know that you want me to hold back, but I really need to fuck you. I can’t stand these agonizing slow strokes. I can feel the way that you grab me and I think we both know that I’m going to shoot you, so full of cum that you’re probably not going to be able to walk straight afterwards. You’re going to be bow legged. People will look at you and know that you’ve been owned by me. They’ll know that were taken by a real man with the kind of equipment that can get the job done the right way the first time.”

  He pounded her over that desk, hearing her cry out and using it to push him beyond his own endurance. He drove madly in and out of her body and it was the perfect way to build on the white hot seed that was now currently traveling up the length of his shaft.

  “I want what you can give me… I want your sweet hot cum inside me bubbling to the surface after you pull out. I want to feel that you need to be with me and I want to feel that cock shoot off like a gun in between my legs…between my…LEGSSSSSSS.” This orgasm was stronger and more intense and the way that his finger played along her clit underneath her was a good way to enhance that.

  That moment was right there. He put everything into high gear and didn’t slow down. This time was different than all the rest. He usually stopped balls deep and let it go, but this time he moved quickly to take things to that next level. “I’m there…I’m fucking there and you’re going to get exactly what you asked for… YESSSSS.” His knob expanded and began to push out a large volume of his sweet seed. He buried himself all the way in and pulled back and continued to fire off.

  Her knees gave out, but he was right there to hold her up, until he was done with her. He finally pulled away, but not until lying there on top of her for the next 5 minutes. He stumbled backwards into a chair and she was soon straddling him and connecting the blood transfusion machine. She turned it on and watched the blood begin to siphon from his body, while the other tube was now replacing his blood with a new and fresh supply.

  “I really didn’t see any reason why we should wait. In your current state, I didn’t think that you were going to put up much of a fight. I know that this is a little unconventional, but I don’t think that you are going to mention this to anyone. I hope that this does work and that we will always have a reason to see each other when you are back in town and on your break from your hockey schedule.”

  He buried his head in her D cups, pulling down the cups and biting on those nipples to take away any kind of discomfort that he was feeling from those two needles piercing his skin. “I think that I could get used to this kind of treatment, Dr. I have to say that your bedside manner is better than most. You really do take a personal stake in your patient’s recovery. I’m hoping that this is only reserved for me.” He licked around each of her nipples. He could feel her grinding up against him, until he was hard enough that she slid down on every inch once more.

  She rode him all through the treatment, until he bellowed with his desire. She felt him flood her insides and it wasn’t long before they were finished for the day.

  Tina found out that she was pregnant and was happy to report that to Keith. That was not the only good news. His blood transfusion had worked, but he was going to have to continue to take those treatments. They would keep a close eye on the results.

  It was just after the birth of their baby boy that they found out that he was in remission. There was no need for any more treatments and they were, so elated that they took a family vacation to Hawaii. They were both happy and he had given up his cavalier attitude towards women for something more serious. He was the last holdout for playing the field and the guys congratulated him and also told them that he was a lucky man.

  Tina and Keith knew that they were the lucky ones. They were never going to be complacent when it came to the adventures in the bedroom. They were already planning to bring a female from her gym into the bedroom to spice things up.

  THE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY’S BABY

  Ray

  “There is just something special about that Ray Markley.”

  He smiled as he closed the door to the coffee shop. He knew it wasn’t his good looks, or a smile. No those two things had been a part of him all his life, and had made high school quite a pleasant experience. More than likely it had to do with his career, and the fact that him making it big in baseball had put their little town on the map. But deep down, he knew it was the way he carried himself. He wasn’t cocky, no he was confident, and he didn’t deal with anyone’s craziness. He knew what he liked, and he knew if he wanted it he would get it. He loved this small town, full of most of his friends growing up, except a few that had decided this life wasn’t for them, him included. At 28 he was in the prime of his life. He sported a head of wavy sandy brown hair and the darkest blue eyes possible. Something the ladies seemed to like.

  He loved the game, loved the way the ball flew when it made direct contact with the bat. It had been a part of his growing up, and the one thing he shared with his dad before he left. It had been the biggest part of his life and over time he had made it. Right into the majors. Something he was proud of, and worked hard at. His life in Bayberry had quietly taken a back seat to the other world he had created out in New York.

  He loved the flash of lights in the big city and the people there, but every now and again he would come home and visit his mother, who refused to leave this place, and to remind himself of his roots. This visit, however, was tinged with something else, and he still had yet to work it out. With a shake of his head he set off for his car, knowingly carrying a box of the donuts his mother loved. He would take his time driving down the dusty road out to the ranch and he would settle in there for a few weeks at least until training started up.

  Nothing had changed really, the tall oak by the main road had fallen, probably from a storm of some kind and there were a few more houses that were scattered along the way that hadn’t been there before but aside from that, life was its usual out here. He heard the ringing of his phone and glanced at the caller id on the dashboard, feeling his insides turn, before hitting the ignore button. The red heat of anger curled up inside him and he felt his knuckles turn white as he gripped the wheel. No matter what anyone said the guy had I coming, and even the police had said so.

  He swung the car into the spot where he always parked and made his way inside. The house smelled just like it always had, sugar and coffee, and he smiled as he enveloped his mother in a hug.

  “Hello mom, I told you I’d be here today.” He kissed the top of her head, a full two foot shorter than his own. She gave him a smile as she walked carefully back to her chair.

  He frowned as he watched her, at 88, she was no longer the young, carefree woman that should be running a ranch. He knew that she had help, however, he had hired a few men to run the horses and keep things running smoothly. He had also remotely hired a nurse to sit with her and take care of things at home, and a cook, who shared a wing of the ranch with the live in nurse. Even still, he felt guilt deep down every time he went back home.

  “Raymond, you are so skinny, yo
u need to eat.” She exclaimed as she made her way inside the house, she gently patted his stomach.

  “I’m fine mom, you say that every time.” He helped her into a chair and took a look around the room.

  Everything was neat and tidy, clean and sterile and he felt himself relax, just slightly. She was being taken care of, and it made him feel better knowing it. He heard some commotion in the kitchen and glanced that way. He found himself face to face with a bubbly woman red faced and smiling. In her 40’s she had sprigs of red and gray hair and she welcomed him with a smile.

  “You must be Raymond. Hello, I am Jeannie, I cook for your mother, and whoever may come by.” She gave his mother a wink, that he didn’t miss. She held out her hand to him, which he took and marveled at the grip she gave him.

  “It’s just Ray, and it’s nice to finally meet you.” He relaxed as she rambled on about food for dinner and a light lunch, which she asked his mother to approve of.

  After she left, he turned to face his mother once more. : You certainly seem to have things running smoothly mother.” He gave her a half grin.

  “Yes, I rather enjoy having a lot of the bulk handled for me, thanks to my son that is.” She grinned as a buzzing sound went off beside her. “Oh, it's time for Lila, she will be down in a few seconds. She is such a sweet girl I think you will like her.”

  Before she could get the last word out, he heard the soft sounds of humming as she came into the room. He felt something hit him in the stomach when she finally looked up at him. She was curvy, full and filling in her outfit. It suited her, all of those curves. Her hair was long and fell in waves around her. Her caramel skin almost glowing in the light. Her eyes were what struck him at last. They were brown with a hint of blue in them, and were set in her face, complete with a set of full lips and a dimpled cheek.