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

by Liz K. Lorde

  “Please, Keagan,” I whisper, pressing my face against his neck when another shudder rocks my body.

  He moves back a little, and his lips find mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he explores me, licking and tasting. He focuses his finger on my clit and draws circles around it, making me shudder. He’s not moving away or changing the pace. He’s not denying me anymore.

  The orgasm builds hot and fast, and my legs are numb. My core clenches, and the orgasm rocks through me. I cry out, my voice muffled as I press my face against Keagan’s shoulder. My whole body spasms as the orgasm rips through me. I gasp and moan, shudder and convulse, as he relentlessly assaults my pussy with the finger sleeve.

  Keagan

  When I find Dana in her room, playing with herself, it takes everything I have not to take her immediately.

  But I don’t. Instead, I join in her play, and I help her orgasm. When she’s done convulsing, the skin on her breasts is flushed red, and the final strands of her orgasm leave her body in a shudder. She’s breathing hard. My cock strains against my boxers. I’m throbbing, aching, and I need to be inside of her.

  I sit up and move to the edge of the bed so I can work my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free, and the tip is already glistening from my excitement. When I look up at Dana, she’s eyeing my dick, and her face is stricken with lust. God, it’s one of the hottest looks in the world.

  She crawls over the bed to me, her breasts swinging and her hair brushing her shoulders. She gets off the bed and stands in front of me, facing away from me so I have a beautiful view of her ass, round and full.

  She bends over a little, sticking her ass out to me, and I grab her cheeks, kneading them. My eyes are on her pussy. Her lips glisten with wetness, and I want to plunge into her depths.

  As if I said it out loud, she bends her legs and hovers her ass over my lap. My cock strains to reach her, and I grip myself at the base, holding myself in position for her. She lowers herself onto me, and we groan in unison when I slide into her. She’s so tight. Her walls grip me, and she’s so hot it’s like her insides are on fire.

  She’s positioned between my spread legs. Her hands are on my thighs, just above my knees, balancing herself. She wiggles a little, getting used the feel and the angle. She pushes herself up again slowly, sliding me out of her until only the tip remains. She pauses only a second before she starts the torturously slow descent down again.

  She takes her time working her body up and down my cock, and I’m hyperaware of her movements. Her arms strain on my knees, and her pussy opens for me. Her walls give way enough to let me in, before we reverse the process and almost start at ground zero again.

  It’s driving me crazy. I want to pound into her. I want to fuck her hard and release inside of her. This slow, erotic torture, wonderful as it may be, is driving me mad.

  When I can’t handle it anymore, I grab her hips and hold her down when she tries to move. I gyrate my hips and undulate inside of her. She gasps. Her hands are still on my knees, but she’s not able to lift herself up again. I do the moving for her.

  I buck my hips and bounce her on my lap, fucking her on top of me. Her hair bounces, and her breath is forced out of her chest every time she comes down on me. Her moans become rhythmic as I fuck her from beneath her, and her nails bite into my knees, a sign that she’s losing control.

  I like it when she loses control. Every time we do it, I learn something about her. I know how to read her better now. I know when she’s getting closer. I know when she’s getting swept away with passion.

  She bounces on top of me, and I can feel the tip of my cock bury deep inside her. She cries out louder, and her moans reverberate in the room. For a moment, I wonder about my neighbors, but the thought doesn’t linger for very long. Some women find it uncomfortable when you hit the deepest depth of them, but Dana doesn’t seem to feel the same. Her cries are not of pain, but of pleasure.

  I get lost in the sensation of having her grind over my cock. No matter how many times we have sex, it’s always amazing. Whether it’s fast and hard, or slow and lingering, being with Dana is an exotic fantasy that never stops thrilling me.

  When we first started, I thought that the excitement might fade, that as we went along, it would become more run-of-the-mill. I never feel like that. Every time I’m inside her, it’s better than I remember, sexier than I could imagine, and every time we’re done, I’m satisfied. But at the same time, I feel her absence acutely.

  Her cries become louder and louder, taking me out of my head and bringing me back to the moment.

  “Shh, baby,” I say, brushing a hand down her cheek. “Not too loud.”

  She gasps, letting out a low moan that hitches with every thrust. I run my hand over her jaw and down her neck. Her neck is slender, and my hands are large enough for me to wrap my fingers around it with ease.

  I don’t do anything drastic. I don’t squeeze. But having my hand on her neck, having her in my control like this, is another level of hot. She moans, and the sound fills me with unbridled lust.

  She clearly feels the same way.

  I press my lips against her back and kiss her shoulder blade. I lick and kiss her writhing body, feeling her and touching her while I’m fucking her. Her gasps are erratic now. I think she’s getting closer.

  I don’t want her to come. Not yet. I want her to wait for me. Denying her an orgasm, making her wait for it and work for it, ensures that it’s so much more intense in the end. And I want that.

  I want it to be as intense for her as it is for me.

  I slide my hand further down her body and find her breasts. I grab one and squeeze it. Her breasts bounce up and down when she does. I knead her soft flesh, massaging it hard. She gasps when I do.

  I find her nipple and pinch it, tugging lightly at it and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand is still on her hip, and I keep moving her up and down, pounding into her by bucking my hips. She’s moving her hips as well, rocking back and forth to accommodate my movements, and I know she’ll keep riding me like that. I don’t need to encourage her.

  I remove my other hand from her hip and reach up for her other breast as well, so that I’m holding onto her, squeezing, pinching, rolling, and kneading. Her breath leaves her mouth in quieter gasps, as if she doesn’t have the energy to moan out loud, or as if the sensation of being balanced between my hands and my cock is too distracting altogether to let her concentrate on being loud.

  I stop moving and let go of her breasts, hugging my arms around her chest instead.

  “Turn around,” I say into her ear. “I want to see your beautiful face.”

  She smiles at me over her shoulder and presses herself up on wobbly legs. She turns around, climbs onto my lap with one leg on each side, and lowers herself onto me again. She straddles me, burying my cock deep inside her.

  With her facing me now, her breasts are pushed up against my chest, and I feel her nipples, hard little nubs against my pecks. The scent of our sex rises between us and tugs at the most primal parts of me. Dana cups my cheeks in her hands and lowers her lips to mine. The kiss is sensual. Her tongue traces my lips, teasing and pulling away when I want to meet her tongue with mine.

  Finally, she opens her mouth, presses our lips together, and lets my tongue enter her mouth. She kisses me with fiery passion, and her hips start moving back and forth. With her facing me now, her balance isn’t an issue anymore. Her arms are around my neck, and I reach around and squeeze her ass in rhythm with her rocking.

  Her walls squeeze down on me, and I feel her orgasm building inside her. Her body tenses and relaxes as she rides me, her wide hips rolling, her ass heaven in my hands.

  We break the kiss, and she picks up her pace. She rocks over me, finding a rhythm, and it’s sexy as fuck. Her breasts move against my chest, and her breath falls on my lips, quick and shallow. Her face glimmers in the darkness. A thin sheen of sweat covers her skin, and where our bodies meet, we are slippery.


  I don’t move much. I let her take control now. I want her to be in command and to do to me whatever she desires.

  The sex with her is always breathtaking, but tonight it feels like we’re on a different level. She’s giving herself over to me with an abandon I hope I’m not mistaking. It hasn’t felt like this before, and I drink in the sensation.

  This woman is not just a booty call, or someone to fuck because of a fantasy I have about my stepsister. I care for her, more than I know how to explain to her, and with us having sex, it feels like something between us merges, like we become one in a way I don’t fully understand.

  All I know is that this is what I want. Dana is what I want, and not just as a lover, but as a person that I can be close in every way possible.

  “What is it?” she asks in a breathy voice when my eyes are on her face for a long time.

  I shake my head and swallow.

  “I’m just looking at you,” I say.

  She smiles and closes her eyes.

  I can feel her body pulsating, the urge to release growing. I don’t want to give it to her, not yet. As always, I’m not done yet, and I don’t want to his to be over if I can draw it out longer. When she’s this close, I feel like anything is possible, and I don’t want that feeling to fade into nothing.

  She kisses me again, and the sensuality slips away, making way for lust once more. An urge deep inside me resurfaces, and it wants as much of her as I can get. I move my hands on her hips, holding her still, so I can pound into her again. She whimpers, making little moaning sounds, but I want more.

  I wrap my arms around her lower waist and brace my legs. I stand up, holding her against me, still sitting on my dick. Her face is surprised.

  I start bouncing her up and down on me and she cries out, the rhythm releasing little screams from her lungs. I don’t ask her to be quiet. I concentrate on keeping my rhythm, bouncing her so she lifts off my dick almost completely and lands on it again.

  When I lean forward, I realize the angle is better. I can get in deeper and fuck her harder without having to fight gravity so much. She tips her head back and gasps back. Her breasts roll back and forth as I fuck her, and she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

  I can’t keep her up forever. My arms get tired, but my cock is insatiable. I turn around, face the bed, and lift one knee onto it. I manage to lift her so she doesn’t lie on the edge, and I have room to stand on my knees.

  I plunge into her again, hammering her hard. She cries out. Her body moves up toward the pillows and headboard. I lay down, my chest mashing her breasts, her body pinned beneath mine. I fuck her harder and harder, driving deeper and deeper, and I find a rhythm that becomes so instinctive I don’t have to think.

  My body takes over.

  Dana

  Lust consumes me. Keagan is lying on top of me, and all I can think about is his cock inside of me, and the way he pins me with his body. We’re pressed against each other, skin on skin. Our bodies are slick where we touch, and the yearning for Keagan is so thick in the air, it pushes down my throat and makes it hard for me to breathe.

  As if he knows that he’s torturing me with his body, Keagan slides in and out of me slowly, taking his time. When he’s buried deep inside me, he pauses and I shudder. My pussy tightens around him before he slowly pulls out again, until only the tip is still inside my body.

  He repeats the achingly slow strokes again and again. All the while, his blue eyes are on mine. He looks at me as if he hasn’t seen me in ages, and he doesn’t want to forget what he’s seeing right now. Not ever.

  I study his face. His hair is slick with sweat, and beads of it drip down his forehead from the exertion. His skin is perfect, his nose straight like an arrow, and his eyebrows are the same sandy color as his hair. He’s a true, natural blond.

  Keagan dips his head and brushes his lips against mine. He smiles at me, and his eyes glint, mischief creeping in.

  I don’t have time to ask before he picks up his pace. My legs are spread, and he’s between them. He starts pounding into me, picking up speed until we’re back to him nailing me hard and fast. I cry out and give myself over to the sensations.

  I am reduced to the perfect mix of pleasure and desperate hunger. He fucks me so hard that all I can focus on is the here and now, what goes on in my body, what is happening with him on top of me. Everything else falls away.

  I close my eyes, and he is everywhere. On me, and in me. I smell his soap, strands of his cologne that still cling to his skin, and the glorious smell of sex that makes me want more and more of him. Every time.

  As if he’s changed channels again, Keagan slows down. A part of me rejoices in the break. The intensity is more than I can handle, and I appreciate the opportunity to catch my breath. Another part of me protests and I sigh. It sounds like frustration and pleasure combined.

  Keagan chuckles and presses his lips against mine again.

  “You’re kissing me a lot more, lately,” I say when he breaks the kiss.

  “It’s because you taste so good,” he says and kisses me again.

  I smile against his mouth. He’s still moving his hips, but it’s slow enough for me to think, and I have a feeling that the kissing has a lot less to do with how I taste than what emotions pass between us.

  I don’t want to think about emotions. I want to think about sex. I want to feel Keagan and think about only him. I need to go back to the bubble he created only a few minutes ago and let him take me away.

  I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him tightly against me. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. His hips buck against mine, and the sexual bliss that carried me away earlier returns in full force. I let out a sigh of satisfaction, but with his pounding into me, it comes out as a series of gasps.

  He fucks me like this, with my legs around his hips and my ass lifted just a bit off the mattress. Then he stops.

  I want to ask him if he is set on torturing me, if this is going to be the trend of the night. Then he reaches for my pillows. He lifts my hips with one hand, as if I weigh nothing. His cock is still inside me, and I’m surprised at how easy he makes it look.

  Keagan tucks the pillows beneath my hips so that I’m lying at an angle. My legs are still loosely wrapped around his hips, and my ass is elevated. Keagan bends over me again, his hands braced on either side of my head. I look at him. His eyes slide hungrily over my body, and I can feel his stare like a physical touch. I shiver, and my nipples tighten.

  Keagan grins and starts pumping into me again. At this angle, he pushes deeper than he has before, fucking me harder, and his cock hits my cervical wall. It’s a good pain that licks through my body, and I close my eyes and focus on the sensation. I’m aware of my jiggling breasts, of my hands on his shoulders, and the way his muscles ripple beneath my fingertips.

  I cry out, my voice a loud echo of the pleasure he’s building inside me.

  “Shh, baby girl,” he says in a breathy voice. “Not too loud.”

  I know he’s referring to the neighbors. It’s rude to make this much noise at night, but he’s fucking me hard. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and I don’t know how to keep myself quiet. Our bodies have melded together, and I don’t know where my body ends and his starts. I’m lost in the sensations, and I don’t want to be found.

  At this angle, he’s rubbing against my G-spot, working me up into a frenzy. I want the orgasm, want to lose control, and want to fall apart.

  Keagan leans his weight to the side so he’s holding himself up with one arm. He puts his free hand on my shoulder and thumbs my collar bone. The sensation is strangely erotic. During sex, though, I don’t know any other sensation it could be.

  His hand moves to my breast and he kneads the mound, his fingers sure despite his fucking. Who says a man can’t multitask? His fingers find my nipple, and he tweaks it, turning the nub like it’s a button, and it’s a direct line to my pussy and the pending orgasm. I buck my hips, and my body spasms.

  He tugs on
my nipple, squeezing and pulling, hard enough to make me shudder, but not so hard that it hurts. Keagan knows exactly what he’s doing, knows the fine line between pleasure and pain, and he’s with it always so that I don’t have to be. After a while, he lets go of my nipple, kneads my breast once or twice more, and continues to roam my body. His hand on my ribs is large enough to wrap around my side and make me feel delicate. He holds my body in place like that while he pushes into me, pulls out again, and keeps up the process.

  I follow the line of my body with my eyes. My breasts are high up on my chest, due to the angle. My stomach looks flatter than flat, and my hip bones protrude in a way that’s sexier than when I’m standing. This angle is flattering. I watch Keagan’s cock as it disappears inside me, then reappears, slick with our fluids, white with the foam of his exertion. I can smell our sex, my scent mingled with his, and it smells of primal urges and pleasure.

  His balls slap against my ass every time he enters me, and the sound makes a strange harmony with the squelching and sucking sounds that his cock makes when he enters and exits my body. Our grunts and moans lace the sounds of sex, and I close my eyes, listening to what it sounds like when we’re together.

  Keagan’s hand makes its way down my body. His fingers flutter over my pubic mound, and then the tips slip into my slit. My legs are wide open, my body is at an angle, and he’s pushed up so that’s he’s standing on his knees, not leaning over me, now. My clit is on display, and his fingers probe it.

  I jerk and moan. He chuckles as if it’s amusing and puts his finger against my clit again. He moves his fingers in circles, rubbing gentle spirals around my clit, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm and keeping me there.

  I’m torn between the two sensations, the cock inside me and the fingers on my clit. The constant shift in focus draws the orgasm out so that it’s delicious torture. If I want to orgasm from his attention to my clit, Keagan will have to stop fucking me, and I don’t want that.