Make Me a Mommy: A Mother's Day Secret Baby Romance

by Liz K. Lorde

  Those perky tits of hers are teasing me, inviting me to taste them. I can’t resist —I put my mouth over her right one.

  At first, my teeth bite into those soft pink nipples of hers. Then my mouth suctions onto her tits. I suck hard, first on her right, and then on her left tit.

  There’s so much fucking heat between us, I can feel the ice melt. Despite a light drop of snow falling, it does not settle on either of us or the ground near us.

  To our right I catch a glimpse of Boss chasing the snowflakes. He seems happy and pays us no attention.

  I decide to pull down Emma’s pants to find her dripping pussy. My fingers brush over her clit, light as a feather. Her hips thrust upwards to meet my fingers, but I skillfully avoid her.

  She has pushed my trousers down and freed my pulsing fucking cock. I’m tempted to just ram it into her pussy, but I’m mindful of the tightness and newness of it all.

  So I resist the urge and then use my hand to tease her a bit more. I take her on the road of desire.

  I push against her clit and leave my hand there, exerting pressure, but not moving. I can feel her tense beneath me and try to wriggle her hips from side to side.

  “Impatient little vixen,” I murmur and lean forward to kiss her.

  As if she’s starving, she responds. At the same time, her hands are working like magic on my keen cock.

  Somehow, she manages to invoke sensations in me I never knew I had. The way her fingers wrap around my fucking cock sends millions of tiny electric shock waves through me. When she exerts pressure and squeezes my fucking dick as if she’s squeezing a balloon, there’s a tingling that grows to unbelievable proportions.

  My skin burns with desire, and I rip my own coat and shirt off. I want to feel the snow on my bare chest and arms.

  I feel like letting out a wild roar, bear-like.

  I try and it feels good.

  Fucking amazing. I feel alive and full of vigor. I can’t recall the last time I felt as good as this.

  Emma giggles.

  “Now you’re starting to sound like a bear, too.” She observes and lets go off my cock. Her hands run along my chest and play with my hair.

  “Take me now.” She begs and spreads her legs.

  Fuck. I can see her wet opening and those juicy lips of hers.

  I’m being torn in two. I’d love to fucking suck her pussy until she comes, but at the same time, I know we can’t stay out here forever.

  If I want to fuck her in the snow, I’ll have to make a decision.

  It’s not like me to be indecisive. I mean, if you run a billion dollar real estate business, you can’t be indecisive. Decision-making at the spur of the moment and under fucking pressure has to be second nature.

  I used to be a pro. But look at me now—I’m unable to decide what the fuck I should do.

  When Emma reaches for my fucking cock again, my mind’s made up.

  I spread her legs a little further apart, and then I bring my massive member to her opening.

  She’s so wet and hungry. Slowly and gently, I push into her. Her pussy is still fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her.

  As I ease into her, she puts her hands on my ass and pushes me toward her center. I’m so big, I fear I might rip her in two.

  But Emma seems to have no such fear. She bucks upwards to meet me.

  When I’m all the way in, I stay there for a few seconds before I get into a slow gentle rhythm.

  Emma has other ideas.

  “Come on, Dylan,” she moans. “Harder, faster. Fuck me, fuck me harder and faster.”

  I can feel her nails dig into my bare skin on my back.

  My eyes meet hers, and I’m surprised at the passion burning in them.

  And then I can’t help myself, and I throw caution to the wind. I increase my rhythm and tempo and pummel into her.

  The harder and faster I go, the tighter her pussy feels. It’s as if she’s trying to milk my fucking cock of its juices before I can come inside of her.

  It’s a fucking fantastic feeling.

  Despite the beauty all around us, I’ve only got eyes for one thing.

  Emma.

  I’m drawn into those deep blue eyes. If I’m not careful, I might drown in them. To my own surprise, I briefly wonder what color eyes our children would have.

  The cold must be getting to me and playing havoc with my fucking brain.

  What the fuck was I doing, thinking about children and Emma in one sentence?

  There’s no suggestion this is a permanent thing. I mean, as far I know, she’ll probably head off the mountain first chance she gets.

  Newsflash: she’s a city chick with standards I can’t meet out here in the fucking woods.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she’s panting, and I can feel her body tense underneath me.

  I’m not far from coming, and so I slow down a little. It would be a bonus if we come together.

  But all I want to do is make sure she’s got maximum fucking pleasure. I want to feel the walls of her pussy grab onto my fucking dick as she comes and rides her wave of joy.

  “Oh please…yes…come on…Dylan, fuck me hard…come on…” She’s yelling and at the same time her eyes plead with me.

  I can’t resist, and so I start driving hard and fast into her tight fucking pussy. With each thrust, I stretch her a little more. There’s so much intensity I fear I might lose my mind.

  Up and up, I float as the intensity of my gratification increases. I’m being swept away by this woman who doesn’t seem to be able to get enough of my fucking cock.

  Like wild, madly bucking broncos, we are entangled in ecstasy and passion. I’m the wild stallion trying to tame my unruly mare.

  And just as I can feel my orgasm erupt and my cum shoot into her, I can feel the walls of her delicious pussy clench tightly as she also surrenders to her orgasm.

  Harder and harder, her muscles squeeze my fucking massive cock, and I fear she just might break it.

  I collapse on top of her as I unload the last of my load into her.

  There’s hardly any snow left where she’s lying.

  Our eyes are locked, and we do not need to speak. I can tell she’s drifting on a cloud of pleasure.

  And then snow sprays into our face as Boss comes bounding up to us. His big nose nudges Emma in the face, and she chuckles.

  “Hey,” I growl at him, but that only seems to be spurring him on to cover us in more snow.

  Emma shivers, and with one deft movement, I pick her up and wrap her tightly in my big arms.

  She nuzzles her head into my chest.

  I kiss her gently on the top of her head.

  “Let’s get inside.” I mumble. “I think we need to continue where we left off.”

  There’s a little chuckle, and I feel her body shake in my arms. “What did you have in mind?”

  Just then, Boss gets between my feet, and I lose my footing. If I wasn’t carrying Emma, I might have a chance of saving myself; as it is, I’m a goner.

  We both land sprawled out on the thick snow.

  “Eek!” squeals Emma, and she struggles to her feet.

  “Blasted creature,” I grumble, but seeing Emma’s body in its naked glory, with snow stuck to her in the most private of places, evaporates my anger instantly.

  “Come here,” I grab her and pick her up again. “Now where were we?”

  Emma

  The minute we get inside, warmth assaults my skin like pins and needles. It’s the kind of pain you don’t mind because you know it means you’re so alive.

  And once in a while, it’s fucking fantastic to do something to remind you how awesome life is.

  I still can’t believe I nearly had Dylan in our snowball fight. I was so close. The adrenalin was pumping through me, and, if I hadn’t lost my concentration, I could have defeated bear man.

  What a glorious moment it would have been.

  “Do you have to?” Dylan grumbles at Boss who comes in, shaking his wet body right next to
him.

  I snicker and bend down to ruffle the bear’s fur. “I think we better dry him off,” I tell Dylan who rolls his eyes at me.

  “What?” Disbelief oozes from him. “I thought…”

  “Plenty of time for that later. Best to get Boss comfortable first.”

  Dylan grumbles something I can’t understand, but I see him grab some towels anyway.

  “Bring me one as well,” I call after him.

  I’m just as keen to keep fucking him as he is, but I know if we don’t settle Baby Bear first, he won’t give us any peace. Better to look after him so we reap the benefits in a little while.

  “I suppose next you’ll be asking me to get the fire ready for the little fellow.”

  I grab the towel and start rubbing Boss. But before I do, I blow my big bear a kiss.

  “You’re a darling for offering,” I say and look at him expectantly.

  “What?”

  “Where’s the towel for me?”

  Dylan grins from ear to ear. “I didn’t get you one. Thought you looked sexier working naked.”

  Briefly, I put my hands on my hips, but the wet bear distracts me, and I bend down to dry him off.

  Soon, I hear the crackling the wood makes as the flames lick it. It won’t be long before the fire gets going and spreads its warmth through the house.

  “Can you grab his bed and put it in front of the fire?” I ask Dylan while I go to the kitchen.

  No doubt the little fellow is hungry and needs a snack before bedtime.

  Come to think of it, I’m a little famished myself. The romp in the snow has left me with a hole to fill.

  When cold hands grab my waist, I shriek and nearly drop the chocolate I was just breaking into little pieces.

  “Pay back,” Dylan murmurs in my ear, and I spin around to face him.

  My tits touch his hairy chest. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard.

  “For making me wait forever before I get to touch you again.”

  I slap him playfully on the arm.

  “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Good things come to those who wait’?”

  Instead of an answer, he kisses me on the neck. He leaves tiny little butterfly kisses all the way down to my tits.

  Just as he’s about to start sucking on them, I push him away.

  “Let’s feed Boss and take the nibbles, with a drink, to the bedroom,” I suggest and slip past him with a bowl.

  Boss is sitting on his bed, but when he sees the bowl, he leaps up like he hasn’t eaten in days.

  By the time I’ve turned to see if Dylan has picked up our little treat, the baby bear has finished eating and is licking his lips.

  “You stay here,” I tell him and give him a final pat. He seems content and makes no move to follow.

  Thank goodness. I had visions of the baby bear leaping onto the bed before us, and then what would Dylan say? I’d probably never hear the end of it.

  With a smack on my ass, Dylan strides past me.

  “You coming or you hanging with the bear?”

  “Race you,” I shout and dart up the stairs.

  At the door, he catches up to me and grabs my wrist to stop me from going into the bedroom.

  “You cheated,” he pants and then pushes me through the open door.

  Laughing, I trip and fall, but Dylan somehow manages to catch me. He puts the plate down and gives me his full attention.

  “Can’t I have some chocolate first?” I ask with a small pout.

  Dylan shakes his head. His brow is furrowed, and there’s something akin to thunderclouds in his eyes.

  “I think I need to punish you, my fucking little slut.”

  His voice sends shivers down my spine, and my heart’s beating in my throat. I haven’t seen him like this before.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbed my arms and is holding them with one hand. Next, he’s pushing me to the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing my tits against the glass.

  “Do you know what I think you need?”

  My throat’s dry as if I’ve walked for months in the desert without water. I shake my head.

  “A fucking good spanking is what you need.”

  I’m not sure if I heard right, but my insides tighten, and my pussy starts to drip at his words.

  The sheer fear of the unknown nearly tips me over the edge.

  Whatever he plans to do to me…I want him to do it.

  Before I know what’s going on, his bare hand collides with my naked ass. I gasp at the contact and the sudden pain.

  I could practically feel each one of his fingers burning on my cheek. Without even looking, I know there’s a red imprint where he struck my ass.

  Tears well up in my eyes, and I bite my lip. To my utter amazement, I want more. I arch my lower back and wiggle my ass toward him.

  Instead of another smack, I feel his fingers hover over my fucking clit—but he makes no direct contact.

  Oh, fuck.

  And then his fingers are gone. Before I can complain or do anything, his hand comes down hard again on my naked flesh.

  Ouch!

  I bite my lip. I can feel my body shiver, ripples of pleasure and pain spreading across my limbs. My mind’s gone to mush, and I can hardly string together a coherent thought.

  My fucking tits are pressed against the cold of the glass, and I fear my nipples might cut right through it.

  Dylan spanks me three more times, and each one is harder than the one before.

  “On your knees,” he orders, and I obey without question.

  My pussy is so wet and ready to take his cock that I think I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me now.

  Thwack!

  After he spanks me, his hand comes down a little lower and connects with my clit.

  Fuck.

  The effect of this is so overwhelming I think I might just come right now.

  “Oh, please,” I start to beg. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Dylan. I need you.”

  I don’t know what’s come over me. I would never dream of begging a man to fuck me. I seem to have turned from good girl to bad girl in the course of just a few days.

  “Oh,” Dylan whispers in my ear, “you want me to fuck you?”

  “Please.” I’m out of my mind with desire.

  “How about you fucking wait?” he growls and smacks me again on the ass again.

  I howl softly.

  When I finally feel the tip of his massive cock on my ass, I push back against him. I’m so ready, but he doesn’t enter my pussy. Instead, I feel his fingers on my hole.

  No. No fucking way.

  I mean, there’s no way I’m going to be able to manage his twelve-plus inches there.

  His hands are on my ass, and his cock’s pushing in.

  I’m so horny, and I need him inside me. I grit my teeth and prepare for the pain…but there isn’t any.

  Almost without effort, he slides all the way in. Sure, it’s tight and a little uncomfortable, but it’s not excruciating pain, and I feel myself push against him to make sure I’ve got all of him inside me.

  He starts nice and slow.

  “Fuck me, Dylan. Just fuck me!” I yell, spreading my legs and bending a little.

  His left hand leaves my ass and finds my tit.

  As soon as he starts playing with my nipple, I feel fireworks rip through me. The world is spinning, and I think I’ll die from pleasure.

  Although I’ve got his magnificent display of nature right in front of my eyes, I don’t see any of it.

  There’s only Dylan’s cock in my ass and his hand on my tit.

  Time stands still, and I hope this moment will last forever.

  I know I’m going to explode in a giant orgasm any second, so I try and prolong the moment.

  Dylan’s fingers are working away at my nipple, and I know my orgasm will be a colossal explosion that will rip through me from head to foot.

  Then, I erupt, hot molten lava spreading through every part of me. I barely notice Dylan
coming and shooting his massive load into me.

  Only when I hear his bear-like growl do I know he’s just as lost in his own orgasm.

  When we’re both finished, we collapse on the ground in a heap of arms, legs, and hot bodies.

  He turns me onto my back and strokes my cheek. He presses our lips together.

  When he pulls away, he tilts his head a little to the left. “Now, did you say there’s chocolate?”

  Before I answer, I get into position.

  “Race you!” I challenge and am on my feet and halfway across the room before he gets going.

  Dylan

  Of course I’m going to let her win.

  I mean, I may be a little rough around the edges, but I’m no fucking Neanderthal.

  I know a woman needs to fucking win from time to time. No harm in letting her get to the treat before me. If I wanted to, I could beat her.

  I guess there’s no need for her to know I can’t get up just yet anyway.

  I gave her everything I had when we fucked. And I need a little time to recover.

  Of course I’m fucking fit, but this is more than stamina. This is stamina and emotional crap wrapped in one. It takes a lot out of me.

  Emma returns, holding out a piece of chocolate from the other side of the room. “Not interested?”

  I pat the ground next to me.

  “Perfectly good spot right here.” With any luck she’ll just come back with the promised delicacy.

  She dances toward me. In one hand, she’s holding chocolate and in the other, a bottle of some sort. My eyes feast on her curves, her bouncing tits and her devilish smile.

  There’s mischief written all over her.

  “Drinks and nibbles are served,” she tells me as she sits down.

  I peer at the bottle. It’s a red, but I don’t recognize the label.

  Where the fuck did it come from? I thought I’d gotten rid of all my wine.

  “It was right at the back of the pantry,” she explains as if she can read my mind.

  “Uh…” I look around. “No glasses?”

  “Who needs glasses?” she replies and picks up the bottle to take a swig. A few droplets of red wine run down her chin. I lean forward to lick them off.

  Giggling, she hands me the bottle. “OMG! Drinking red wine out of the bottle. What would my friends think?”