Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  As he thrusts, I start to bob my head back and forth, trying to match his rhythm. Forgetting that I’m handcuffed, I try and reach for his cock, but the metallic cuffs stop me. Burning with frustration, I simply start to suck him as hard as I can, forcing my mouth to move at a breakneck speed. I go so fast that he stops moving and simply remains in place as I completely devour his cock.

  Pulling back suddenly, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; then, moving as fast I can, I tilt my head and reach for his shaft with my tongue. I trace his whole length, going down until my lips finally meet his balls. There, I place my lips against one and suck it in; I roll it inside my mind, lapping at it with my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. As I let my tongue slide back up his shaft, he suddenly places one hand on my head and tangles his fingers on my hair. Holding my head in place with just one hand, he uses the other one to grab his cock and then thrusts at my mouth once more.

  I open my mouth as wide as I can, completely surrendering to the way he starts to fuck my little mouth. Fuck, I know that none of this is really happening, but this is almost too much for me… This feels so good it should be illegal. But perhaps it isn’t really the Illicit Escape machinery doing all the heavy lifting; perhaps my more than fertile imagination is helping matters. Whatever the reason, all I know is that I’m having the time of my life right now.

  A sudden urge growling inside of me, I pull out and look him straight in the eye. I take a deep breath, and then I finally blurt out what I want him to do to me.

  “I want… I want you to…” I start, panting, but he cuts me short.

  “I know what you want… And once I’m doing it, you’ll be screaming like you never did before.” With that, he steps over my locked arms, and places himself behind me. I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves, and he goes down to his knees as I look back at him over my shoulder.

  I gasp as, without expecting it, he slaps me across my ass with the back of his hand. He does it over and over again, the sound of his hand hitting my cheeks echoing all across the virtual room. It hurts when his hand lands on my ass, but by the time my nerve endings transmit that to my brain, it has already turned into pleasure.

  “Fuck me, just fuck me,” I cry out loud, and I don’t need to say more. His smacks stop immediately, and then he presses his thick glans against my pussy lips. This time, he doesn’t tease me mercilessly; no, this time he takes me by assault, thrusting at once. His cock pushes back against my insides harshly, and he drives it so deep into me that I can’t help but let out a violent scream. I feel the muscles in my neck straining, and my throat is growing raw. Right now, I’m not even sure if I’m just screaming inside this VR world or if I’m also doing it in real life… But who cares anyway? There are more pressing matters right now, like the gigantic cock inside of my pussy.

  With both hands resting on my hips, Ethan starts to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth as he ravages me with his cock. Each thrust of his is like lightning and thunder, a furious storm already looming on the horizon. This isn’t exactly like the real thing but… it comes close.

  Gritting my teeth, I hiss as a viper, and then I come undone. I’m screaming loud enough to shatter glass, and both my throat and eardrums are complaining. Still, I have to do it; pleasure rages through my veins with an implacable intensity, and there’s no denying it. As I come, Ethan stops thrusting and simply buries his cock as deep as possible inside of me, waiting for the waves of pleasure to recede. When they finally do, he pulls his cock out, and without a moment’s break, starts to rub its tip between my ass cheeks.

  “Yes… Fuck me in the ass,” I hear myself saying, my voice sounding more and more like a whimper. He presses his glans against my hole, and simply holds it there, allowing the anticipation to build in my mind. When I finally can’t take it anymore, I thrust back and he matches my movement; his cock strains against my insides, but he doesn’t let that stop him. He buries his cock up to the hilt in my ass, and then pulls back as slowly as possible. I’m grabbing at the sheets, bunching them up as the whip of pleasure lashes at every single one of my nerve endings.

  With each passing second, the rhythm of his thrusts grows more and more. Soon enough, he’s fucking my ass without a single drop of mercy. I’m still screaming, even though my throat should be too sore for me to do it. Endorphins coursing through my veins like a drug, I still feel the pleasure waves from the last orgasm lapping at my mind as a new one blankets me.

  My insides clench as I come, and I let my head fall. If it weren’t for the handcuffs, I’d just collapse on top of the bed and surrender to a convulsion of ecstasy. As it is, I hang there limply, shaking and trembling with my arms hanging up in the air.

  “Fuck… This was… This was so good,” I whimper as he pulls his cock out of me. Without saying a word, he climbs down from the bed and goes around it; producing a key from God knows where, he releases both my hands and grins at me.

  “Tired?” he asks me, a note of defiance to his words. “There’s a lot more to come, babe. I’m insatiable.”

  I open my mouth to respond, but something snaps inside of me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and wait until I feel my real body. Like before, I’m still sitting down, the glasses on my face; I reach for them, and finally, I feel my real hand moving. My fingers are trembling, but I still manage to grab the glasses. With one quick movement, I pull them off of my face.

  “Christ,” I mutter as the light in the room crashes against my eyes. I blink twice, floating down from the dream state I was in. Ethan is sitting in a chair in front of me, his mouth slightly ajar as he looks down at the iPad he has in his hands. A warning goes off in his screen, and he raises his head to look at me.

  “So?” he simply asks, eager to hear my thoughts. I can’t help but notice that there’s a thick and hard shape straining against his pants.

  “It was…” Fuck, how can I possible describe something like this? I’m soaking wet right now, and my own fluids have drenched my thong and ran down my thighs. I’m a wet mess, and all because of Ethan’s Illicit Escape glasses. Not knowing what to say, I simply place the glasses back in their box and go up to my feet. In two steps I cover the distance between Ethan and I, and opening my legs, I sit on his lap, straddling him. “It was… amazing. It’s brilliant.” I tell him, trying to say something mildly interesting. I quickly give up on it, though; there’s no way I can focus on this right now. “I want the real thing,” I whisper, leaning in. It doesn’t matter how good what I just went through was… Nothing beats real life, and right now, I need a hefty dose of it.

  “Now you’re talking…” he tells me, grabbing my hair by the root and yanking on it. He places his free hand on my dress and just rips it open. The sound of the fabric tearing apart makes me even wetter, although I have no idea how that's even possible. Pulling harshly, he ruins my dress completely, and simply discards it to the floor without a second thought.

  Following his lead, I place both my hands on his chest and tear his shirt open. The buttons pop out at once, and scatter themselves on the floor as I flatten the palm of my hands against his chiseled muscles.

  I raise my hips slightly and take my hands to his crotch. Doing my best to steady my fingers, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull his cock out. I feel his warmness against my hand, and the desire to have him inside of me simply overwhelms me. He’s in the same state as I am; moving suddenly, he places his fingers against my pussy and flicks my thong to the side. The moment I feel the fabric sliding against my skin, I curl my fingers around his shaft, and keeping it still, ease myself down.

  The moment I feel him in my pussy, I let out one loud scream. My throat hurts from the effort and I realize that, while I had the glasses on, I was really moaning and screaming throughout the whole thing.

  “You have a dirty, dirty mind,” he whispers against my ear, thrusting as hard as he can. I moan in response, and he continues to speak. “You can’t imagine how fucking hard I got seein
g what you did with me…”

  To know that he saw everything that was going on inside my mind makes my head spin. It’s almost as if someone could peer into your dreams and record it. Voyeurism at its extreme, and I fucking love it.

  “Well, what can I say?” I place my arms over his shoulders and I start to sway my hips, riding him hard. “When it comes to you, I have no limits.” I move over his cock as fast as I can, and I already feel ecstasy bubbling up to the surface. No wonder—after coming so many times without going through the motions, my body is aching for some real release.

  It comes quickly and without warning: my pussy clenches around his shaft and I lean into him, digging my fingernails into his back. A convulsion of pleasure takes over my body and I feel it shaking as it never did before. I feel my brain frying up, and the fire under my skin scorches every single one of my nerve endings. This is Heaven, pure and simple.

  Not wanting to lose momentum, I climb down from him, making his cock pop out of me in the process. My legs grow weak as I stand up, and I fall down to my knees; not that I care, this is exactly what I want.

  Without waiting a single second to see his reaction, I grab his cock and go for it, planting my lips on his tip. My own scent and flavor hits me, and I just let go completely. I roll my lips down his shaft and I go all the way down, only stopping when I meet the skin at the root of his cock. This time, when his glans hits the back of my throat, there’s some discomfort as I struggle to breath; and this is exactly what makes the real thing so much better. The way I see it, the best things in life are the hardest ones? Why should it be any different when it comes to sex?

  Bobbing my head up and down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft at the same time, and then start to move my hand at the same rhythm of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, it doesn’t take very long for a slight spasm to take over his cock. After spending God knows how long watching me being fucked by his virtual self, he must be aching for release even more than I was. I mean, at least I was coming throughout the whole thing, when all he could do was stare.

  Without warning, his cock spasms harshly, and just like that, a flood of cum fills my mouth. All it takes is two spasms for my mouth to be brimming with semen, thick strands of it dripping down my chin. I pull back immediately, but he keeps on shooting, hitting me straight in the face with his cum.

  I keep stroking him as he cums, forcing him to unleash his load upon my half naked body. I’m still wearing my bra and thong; there was no time to take these off when all I needed was to have him inside of me, and I’m sure it will all go straight to the laundry once I leave.

  Still holding all his cum inside my mouth, I go up to my feet as soon as he stops shooting his load. I straddle him again, and not leaving him the time to react, lean in and press my mouth against his. I push my tongue against his mouth and force him to part his lips; he obliges and we submit to a frenzied kiss, our tongues swapping his cum as if it were the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

  When I pull back from his kiss, exhaustion finally takes over me. My body grows limp, and if he wasn’t holding me I’d fall straight to the floor. Smiling, he pulls his pants up and picks me up, carrying me in his arms. I feel myself drifting off, and the moment he lays me down on his soft bed, I’m a goner.

  God, why did it take this long for me to find out that there are men like Ethan walking around?

  125

  Brittney

  When I open my eyes, it’s already morning. I blink twice as my brain reboots, trying to figure out where the hell I am. Cotton sheets are covering my naked body, and behind me, there’s another naked body—Ethan’s. All at once, the memories of last night flood me. God, that was intense; Ethan’s VR glasses left me spent and exhausted, and then we fucked as if we just had a few minutes to live. No wonder I passed out. I was half comatose by the time he came.

  There’s a wide smile on my lips and I have no idea where it’s coming from. My heart is beating steadily, drumming a happy tune, and I realize that I haven’t been this happy in ages. I think of turning to Ethan to wake him up, but we’re spooning and he has his arm draped over my body. So, I do the next logical thing and press my ass back against him; in half a heartbeat, I feel something thick and long stiffening and pushing against my ass cheeks. Hello there.

  Ethan stirs, and then his hand goes down my side as he wakes up. “G’morning,” he whispers with a lazy voice. I guess last night wasn’t easy on him as well.

  “Good morning,” I repeat after him, pushing my ass harder against his cock. His shaft is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I start to grind against him in soft, gentle movements. I’ve just woken up and I’m already eager to go at it again… Christ, he’s like a drug, and I’m already an addict.

  “Don’t you ever get tired?” he asks me, his hand going down to my ass. He squeezes one cheek gently, and then moves his hand up to my breasts.

  “Never,” I purr, that uncontrollable smile still dancing on my lips. “Not when I’m with you.”

  “That’s the right answer, congratulations.”

  “Do I get a prize?” I ask him, grinding harder against him.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Oh, I don’t know…” I tease him, swaying my hips from side to side and stroking his cock with my cheeks. Curling his fingers around his shaft, he slides his glans down my crack, and then fits his hard member between my legs. Biting on my bottom lip, I feel my pussy grow as wet as the Pacific.

  “Oh, I know you do.” With his lips on my neck, he starts kissing me tenderly while, at the same time, he slides his glans inside of my pussy. My insides clench as I feel the tip of his cock pushing back my folds, and my arm shoots back to his ass; grabbing a handful of his firm cheeks, I try and pull him into me. “See? You knew, after all.”

  “Oh, shut up and fuck me,” I chuckle, thrusting back with my hips. He allows another inch to go inside of me, and keeps that slow maddening pace until his whole shaft is buried in my pussy. Once I feel his tip pressed against that sweet spot, he digs his fingers into my thigh and starts to rock his hips.

  As his cock starts to slide in and out of me, I sway my hips and try to match his pace. When our rhythm reaches its frenzied pinnacle, Ethan throws the sheets back, and the cool air of the morning makes my skin prickle. My hand is still on his ass, and I leave it there, urging him to go faster and faster. And that’s exactly what he does, picking up the pace until my insides are burning up.

  With a wild grin, I move forward and his cock pops out of me. I turn to him, and his eyes are wide with surprise: he wasn’t expecting me to take the lead, but that’s exactly what I want to do. I wink, and then climb on top of his body; grabbing his cock, I guide it home and ease myself down on it.

  His hands go straight to my tits, and as he squeezes them softly, I start to ride him at a tender pace. My hips are moving steadily, and I throw my head back and sigh loudly. Of course, all tenderness turns into frenzied lust, and I can’t help but lean into him and jump up and down on his cock. As I do it, I crush my mouth against his and lock myself in a kiss.

  This time, sex has nothing to do with a power play. It has nothing to do with Simon's demands, or with Ethan’s prototype. No, this time we’re making love (oh, God, did I really say make love?) because I want to. Because I need to please him. That’s right, it’s not about me; it’s about him.

  Pulling back from our kiss, I press my forehead against his and simply look into his eyes. I could lose myself there, and somehow, I know that I’m already lost. Oh, God, what’s happening to me? I never got this involved with any of my… targets. I can’t do this, I can’t. But it looks and feels so right…

  My eyes never leaving his, I ride him until I feel his cock spasming. His pleasure turns into my own, and my pussy starts tightening up around his shaft at the same time. I smile at him, and just like that, we come undone. He groans, and I moan; in a fraction of a second, I feel his cock coating my insides with his cum, and it’s simply perfection. C
hrist, I love to make him cum, to know that I’m pleasing him like no other woman can.

  Ecstasy courses through us both as if we were one, and I close my eyes and surrender to his embrace. Breathing softly, I lay my head against his chest and remain like that as his cum drips down my pussy, his cock finally quieting down.

  I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m falling for him, and that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. If I fall for him, I’m screwed.

  Rolling to the side, I sprawl myself on top of the mattress, gazing at the ceiling. Ethan turns to me and plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “You’re really one of a kind, Brittney,” he whispers, and I feel my heart melting. Oh, God, please don’t allow this to happen. Please, please. I can’t fall for him.

  I remain on the bed as Ethan gets up and goes for a shower. I lay there as if I’m frozen, but the gears inside my head are turning at high speed. What am I going to do?

  “I ordered you breakfast, babe,” Ethan tells me, coming out from the closet fifteen minutes later, already dressed. He’s wearing a dark suit and I can’t help but notice how it fits him perfectly. I’m sure it’s expensive as hell, but I’m not talking about the quality of the suit… Somehow, Ethan is the kind of guy that makes suits look good, and not the other way around. “You can take your time, but I gotta go.”

  “Thank you, Ethan,” I tell him with a smile, and I don’t even know if I’m thanking him for the breakfast, or for the sex. I guess it’s both. When he finally leaves, I wait until I hear the elevator going down, and only then do I get up.

  I take a long shower, and then I get dressed; Ethan left a new dress and matching bra and thong for me on the bathroom. Already feeling hungry, I stumble toward the living room, and when I get there, it’s as if I’ve been hit by thunder. My eyes go straight to the briefcase sitting on the coffee table and my heart stops beating.