Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I know they say thongs take out the visible panty line, but to my eye, I can spot just about everything. That little triangle of fabric—I totally zero in on that, and then the rest of the cheeks are opened wide up, baby.

  That's how fucking turned on I am by Penny Wright.

  She's grown so much as a person. She's become so strong.

  It's so amazing.

  I don't think I had anything to do with it. I mean you can sit there and say that it was her experiences with me that made her tougher. But I don't know. I think she grew on her own. I was just the sunlight that allowed her to flourish like a germinating plant.

  And now here she is, standing in front of half of New York City if you count all the people watching through the cameras and who'll be reading the news once it goes online and gets printed.

  I'm ready to step in at a moment's notice now and shut this shit down if I see it going south.

  But let's let this girl see what she's got, shall we?

  She's already starting to speak.

  "My name is Penny Wright, and it seems that over the last several days, a lot of stuff has been said about me," she says out loud and with clear and strong conviction. "A lot of it is complete and utter garbage."

  And the photographers go wild.

  They can sense a fucking story is coming.

  Not for nothing, those motherfuckers from the Daily fucking Journal look like they're about to throw up they've gone so fucking green.

  Good.

  "Until recently, I was a reporter who worked on the Page Eight desk, also known as Gossip Central," Penny says. "They employed a few of us, about five or six and our job was to troll through things happening in the city that were scandalous and salacious and blow them up in the pages of the Daily Journal."

  People are nodding along.

  "What can I say?" she asks the crowd. "It was a fun job."

  Penny makes a face and I can tell the crowd's warming up to her. They laugh at her line and all of a sudden I'm thinking that I'm not really going to be needed to step in and protect her.

  I mean, this girl has got this shit covered.

  "So it wasn't much of a surprise when my Editor-In-Chief asked me to cover Magnus Davion as part of my Gossip Central duties. I mean, the guy is God's gift to tabloid journalism at times," Penny says to more laughter and I even join in.

  What? I can take a joke. And she's right.

  I used to be a walking advertisement for whatever tabloid was running my story with my fucking antics.

  But then along came Penny.

  And changed my life.

  "Although this time when they asked me to cover Magnus, there was a very specific goal in mind," Penny says and leans in. You can see the crowd lean forward with her. They're eating this shit up.

  "I was supposed to destroy him. Trash his reputation beyond anything he could do himself and make the city hate him," I hear her say.

  Even though I know this, it still makes me wince that at one point this was what she was planning to do.

  "If you haven't figured it out, this man is my stepfather. He married my mother when I was 18. The marriage didn't last, but he never noticed me. There was maybe some jealousy. Maybe some longing. And a whole lot of brainwashing done by my mother," Penny says calmly and coolly. This part is crucial. She can't look to be lashing out. The press is eating this up.

  "Only this time, it wasn't just my mother who was pushing me to take a more unbalanced, and unbiased approach toward Magnus."

  I swear to you, everyone is leaning in.

  Hell, even I'm listening. It's like nothing else matters in the world.

  "You see there's a lot of money in real estate development," Penny says. "Especially when the city is holding bids on a multi-billion dollar contract for Equinox Towers. And especially so when the Mayor herself has a vested interest in ensuring that the contract goes to someone other than Davion Development," she finishes.

  This is when the first murmurs go through the crowd.

  What exactly is she saying?

  What does she mean? Is she suggesting scandal?

  Because, Jesus Fuck, this city can't take much more.

  "What do you get when you have a Mayor who's financially vested in ensuring that the Equinox Tower contracts go to someone else that's not Magnus Davion?" Penny asks. "And what do you get when a Mayor and an Editor-In-Chief are lovers?"

  Fucking silence.

  Even me. It's like someone punched me.

  Penny looks at me.

  "Several years ago, my stepfather and mother were married. It was a marriage of convenience for both, yes. But Magnus Davion tried to make it work because he believed in the institution of marriage. Rhoda Wright didn't even believe she could fall in love with a man. Because she was focused too much on women. So she thumbed her nose at the entire marriage. Until she drove Magnus to divorce her. But to do it in such a way that she nor her lover ever received a single cent in settlement monies," Penny starts to say but literally the crowd blows up. Photographers start taking pictures. Reporters start shouting questions.

  Penny waits for a bit. But then she continues and the crowd settles down a bit to listen.

  "The financial windfall that they were expecting not being given, Laurel Trask began to look for money in unusual places. These people, in dark corners of the city, did give her the money. But they demanded favors. And so I was dispatched to stop the building of Equinox Towers by Magnus Davion. Because that was the favor," Penny says and turns to me. "That's what I've been doing the last three days, babe. Just so you know I wasn't ignoring you."

  I nod to her and she smiles.

  Then she looks back to the crowd and talks into the microphone.

  "It's very hard for me to stand here and say these things about my mother," Penny says. I know something is coming. "And it must be very hard for you to sit there and listen to me saying them. Especially when I have no proof."

  People begin to nod.

  "I used to have proof," Penny says. "But that proof was destroyed because I didn't plan ahead."

  I'm wondering what the final game plan is. If Penny is up there and trying to convince the people of New York that the Editor-In-Chief of the largest newspaper in the city—and country—as well as their mayor are secret lovers that tried to take me down, she's going to need something or someone more than just her words.

  Otherwise Rhoda and Laurel are going to eat her alive.

  "So while I don't have the proof I was hoping I'd have, I just realized I have something better," Penny says and now I'm completely hooked.

  Penny pulls out her phone and punches a few buttons.

  Then she holds the phone to the microphone.

  “All I tried to do was be fair and balanced, mom. That’s what a good reporter should do, no? Look for the truth?” I hear Penny's voice come through loud and clear.

  And then I hear Laurel.

  “The truth? Penny, you’re still a young woman… I know you hold all these ideals of justice and fairness, but that’s not how the real world works. And I can assure you that’s not how Magnus works either," the clear voice of the Mayor fills the area that the crowd is in.

  To say they go fucking wild is an understatement.

  There might be a mini fucking riot.

  "Have you even read the article you wrote? You were supposed to destroy him, not help him build up his savior image!" comes the unmistakable voice of Rhoda Wright.

  "Rhoda, I need to go make sure that the people who are funding our campaign for governor aren't pissed off beyond opening their wallets some more. I suggest you get your daughter in line," comes the voice of Laurel one last time.

  Penny turns off the phone.

  "i think that's all I need to say on the matter," she says sweetly. “But if you really want a story, I’m about to give you one,” she follows up.

  The crowd hushes and looks to her.

  What could be bigger than what they just got.

  “I’ve been
having a whole lot of sex with Magnus - the man who used to be my stepdad,” Penny says and I can’t help but laugh for a second. “And you know what, New York? I’m pregnant. And loving it.”

  Holy.

  Fucking.

  Shit.

  To say the crowd goes wild is a fucking understatement.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life. I could care less about anything at this point.

  Magnus Davion has been so many things in his life. Warrior. Financier. Playboy. Success story.

  But Father?

  Five months ago, I would have been scared out of my mind.

  But with Penny in my life?

  I can’t believe I’m so lucky.

  "And I also think this story is closed, don't you? Any questions?"

  People shout out questions that really are best asked to Rhoda and Laurel. Like how long have the two been lovers? How long have they tried to destroy me? Do they realize this is a federal offense that they just committed.

  Or they ask questions that will never be fucking answered. Like how many times we’ve consummated. Or what we’re going to name the fucking kid.

  But the Daily Journal people are silent.

  All the way at the front they're sitting there like wet fucking blankets as the rest of the entire press corps goes crazy.

  I’m still in a daze.

  Penny turns to me, obviously pleased by her work.

  She comes over to me and nuzzles my cheek.

  “Are you upset?” she asks me, her eyes wide.

  “Baby,” I tell her and hold her. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

  “And you’ve made me the happiest woman ever,” she replies back.

  We stand there, holding each other for a second. And then a lascivious smile lights up her face.

  "Want to go to your place?" she whispers in my ear. "I need some of that Daddy-dick inside me. Soon."

  Hey. The girl just saved my fucking ass. And is gonna make me a real Daddy. Who the hell am I to argue?

  34

  Penny

  "Never fucking leave me ever again," Magnus says with a raw tenderness but danger that shakes me to my core.

  I never want to leave him ever again. I have to make sure that he knows that. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything. I need you more than I've ever needed anything. I'm yours, forever. But you have to always be mine. I could never be without you," I say, my voice catching in my throat and my eyes welling up.

  "Penny," Magnus says, cupping my face and pulling me closer to him. "I need you more than I've ever needed anything. I'd die before I let go of you. I didn't know I could have something like what you and I share. And this is just the beginning. I have to have the rest of my life to show you just how much I cherish you," Magnus says, and now his eyes are drinking me in so deeply I shiver. His lips close over mine and his fingers drop from my face to my shoulders, then back to my shoulder blades, squeezing me so tightly that I believe every damn word about how much he needs me.

  Well, that helps me believe every word he said, sure. But most of all I believe every single word he said because that same damn obsession and love is in me. In my heart...and growing inside my womb now. Magnus is everything to me. Magnus—and the baby we are going to have—aren't just my future; they're more than I ever hoped for. They are what I could never let go of now.

  I feel his hands dip into my shirt and unhook my bra. I feel his cock thunder up and press hard into my stomach beneath his trousers, but his hands are on my skirt, yanking it down quickly. His lips are closing over mine in a hard, passionate kiss, and Magnus's hands tear my panties off. I mean, he tears them off me in tatters, shredding the fabric and exposing my pussy so he can have me. I don't give a shit how much those panties cost either. My skin heats with pleasure at how much he wants me. The cool air hitting my exposed pussy makes me shiver.

  I get my hands to his pants and gasp when he breaks the kiss. Magnus throws me over his shoulder, undoes his pants with one hand, and steps out of them, carting me off to the couch. We aren't going to make it to the bedroom, and, based on the way he drops me onto the couch and then deletes all distance between us, I think he's interested in christening the final piece of furniture between us that we haven't covered in cum and fucked hard on.

  Magnus has his stomach pressed to my back, my own stomach pressed into the couch. Trailing fingers up my spine, he brings his fingers to my bra and pulls it from both of my arms. He tears off his shirt, then mine, and presses his hot skin against mine. I ache with need, trembling at the possessive way that he's holding me. No matter how many times we fuck, I'll always shake at the sheer fury with which Magnus claims me.

  His fingers close around my throat while his other hand spreads my pussy. When he starts to circle my clit, I'm trying hard to stay still. Easier said than done because he knows exactly how to touch me to drive me wild. Leaning forward, Magnus shoves the hard rod of his erection against my ass. I want that cock so deep inside me, but I know better than to beg.

  "Please fuck me, I can't wait!" I whimper.

  Okay, so just because I know better doesn't mean I aim to behave.

  To my delight and surprise, Magnus moves me and lays me down on my back on the couch and unceremoniously drives his cock right into my pussy. "I can't wait either, Penny, I fucking need you," Magnus growls.

  No teasing. No games. Just two people who need each other that they might combust if they don't fuck and they'll combust when they do.

  I watch that incredible body as he fucks deep, hard, fast into me with one pounding stroke after another. His pectorals alone make my pussy wet enough to soak through a snowsuit, and then he's got eight-pack abs that make me want to cry, they're so sexy. Watching his hips while he fucks me casts a spell on me. I lick my lips, and bring my hands to my breasts. I squeeze my nipples.

  I see a wicked glint in his eyes. "You wanna touch my girl?" he asks mischievously. "Me too," he says. He brings a thumb to my clit and works quick circles over the sensitive bud until my eyes roll back in their orbits. His hands on me undo my ability to function properly. He can lay siege on me with pleasure and descend on me with an almost eerie ability to do exactly what will drive me over the edge. Magnus knows every inch of my body, like his hands, his cock, his lips were all made exactly for me. Spiritual, or religious, or not, I have to think that he can't be this perfect for me without some kind of miracle.

  "I love you so fucking much," I moan out while he works me right to that point where I'm going to cum and then looks smugly right into my eyes and stops.

  Fucking stops.

  Just a second, long enough to make me gasp.

  "Cum for me, Penny," he says, offering the permission right as his fingers are back on my clit. He rams his cock up my pussy hard enough to push me several inches up the couch from the impact alone.

  I want to dig my heels in for enough purchase to keep him fucking me but mostly I'm dangling, shaking, working hard to breathe through the thundering orgasm rocketing through my body.

  "I love you and I love fucking you so much. I'm about to cum in my sweet little daughter's pussy, are you ready, baby girl?" His voice is sex and sin incarnate. I feel like his voice is so incendiary that the couch could be going up in flames right now. Which would be fine because the two of us will cum enough before the flames could ever destroy us. That's silly and whatever, but we have an unshakeable bond. I know that absolutely nothing will ever come between Magnus and I. We've already faced every bad thing I can imagine, and we'll make it through to the other side.

  "Yes, please, Daddy, cum in your slut daughter's pussy," I groan out throatily, my own orgasm still stealing my breath.

  "Fuck," Magnus moans, and I feel that pole-fucking rocket cum deep inside my pussy. He pulls out as his cum is flooding out of my pussy, mixing with his.

  I whimper when he pulls his cock out all the way and starts to cum on my pussy. The hot ropes of his orgasm paint me up so pretty, but I want to
feel him inside. But then I see that look. When I see that look that's when I don't know what's coming, but it's something good. A shiver climbs over my spine and lust unfurls in my body.

  Magnus dips his head between my thighs, swooping down there so fast I almost don't register what he's doing until I feel his tongue on my pussy. He's licking the cum he just shot all over my pussy up along with my cum. God, when I think that Daddy can't get any more perverted, then he does something like this. The sight of him down there makes my breathing speed up, and I'm panting so much I feel like I might hyperventilate. The man is so sexy it's dangerous. I shudder, cumming again and even harder, whimpering for him to lick up every last drop of my arousal. Fuck, he does. He licks my pussy so good I want to cry.

  Magnus crawls up closer to my face and pulls my face to him and kisses me, our cum all over his tongue. Now that's downright naughty as hell. A heat wave flames through my body at the sensation of his sweat-slicked body falling over my own. The weight of him over me makes me moan. Just the feel of his skin on mine sends me to heaven. His lips closing over mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, that's just over the top arousing. I can't remember anything in this moment but needing him. My whole existence is about how much pleasure is coursing through me, how much I want to show him the same. I wrap my arms around him, tangling my fingers through his hair and holding him close to me.

  I feel his knees spread my legs wide and he thrusts his cock back in me.

  I moan hard into Magnus's mouth at the deep invasion of his cock in my pussy.

  I'm cumming again, hard enough to push on his cock. He breaks the kiss with a laugh. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to get rid of me," he says, pulling my hands down and then gripping my hips with both of his hands. Holding me down, he jackhammers his cock so hard into my pussy I'm screaming in staccato bursts of sound at every time he re-enters me. He pulls that huge cock all the way out of my pussy and slides his cock all the way back in, fast and hard. It's so intense I can't help screaming again and again. Mostly I just make sounds, but I feel his name on my lips, too, though I don't even hear the sounds that I'm making.