Daddy Plus One: A Single Dad Secret Baby Billionaire Romance

by Brooke Valentine

  When Rhett lied with Daisy in their secret hiding place, his heart told him he would do everything he could to be with her. Perhaps, louder than his heart, were his loins urging Rhett to assure Daisy their plans of elopement would go as planned.

  Daisy threw herself into his arms delighted to hear him profess his love for her. She wanted to bring him immense pleasure as her own private profession of love for him. She took his ready cock into her mouth and sucked. Rhett buckled from Daisy’s enthusiastic sucking and licking. Daisy could feel Rhett’s body tense up in excitement when she flung his cock deep down into her throat nearly choking on it.

  In that moment, Rhett loved Daisy’s sweet wet mouth. He pulled her off him and gently turned her around onto her hands and knees. He savored Daisy’s lithe body and her round sumptuous curves. He loved the slope of her ass. He loved her round jiggling breasts. He was deep in love with Daisy as he slammed into her generous cunt. She moaned loudly in appreciation making Rhett fall deeper in hopeless love. When Rhett came, squirting cum all over the perfect ass he cherished, out also came his boundless love draining right out of his now limp cock.

  He held her for a few moments before telling her that he would be back by morning. Kissing her on her closed eyelids, he believed he would. He really did, but he had to face his father first. He had expected his father to be unhappy, but he never dreamed his father would threaten to cut him off from the family money that was rightful his too.

  When the sun rose, Rhett lie in bed willing himself to sleep. He was doing both he and Daisy a favor. He could never support Daisy on his own. They both deserved a better life. He thought of her awake and possibly in tears from his absence. It ached him to let her wait in bewilderment alone, but he couldn’t face her. If he did, he’d change his mind again and run away with her as planned. He’d take one look at her full lips and inviting curves and wouldn’t be able to control himself.

  He hadn’t expected Daisy to get on the train without him. It shocked him that she left so abruptly out of his life. When he got Daisy’s letter, although no other words except the city and town she undoubtedly now resided were written, he knew it was none other than her. He felt the fierceness of her anger and dismissal of him as a man with just those those two words. It signaled to him that she had moved on without him.

  In truth, Rhett had moved on too. He and Nelly had already married in a lavish wedding on Hampton Grove. The Calhouns wanted a speedy wedding before Rhett changed his mind. He was a married man now to a girl, who was kind but dispassionate in bed.

  His wife lay stock still in bed while Rhett devoured her. Her kisses were tightlipped, and she never touched his needy cock. Nelly believed the faster the better and thought the more she stayed out of the whole thing, the quicker Rhett would get on with it.

  “Is it okay?” Rhett would ask with his cock inside her. She wouldn’t look him in the face and would just nod quickly, her eyes roaming the ceiling. “Do you like it?” Rhett would nag. Nelly never uttered a word while they made love. Only nodding. Her passion was as hot as a cold wet rag.

  Rhett longed for Daisy’s abundant passion, her sensual moans, and the wicked look in her eyes when she was riding him. His loins again spoke to him. They urged him to write her. Just a letter. Nothing more. She was hundreds of miles away. A letter wasn’t an indiscretion; it was just words, but he when he started writing he could not stop. He wrote more than all the years combined of his shoddy schooling. He sent the letter off hoping his profusion of words would touch Daisy just as her two lonely words had shook him.

  Chapter 12

  Sally easily became Ms. Beechtree’s top working girl. She loved the control she had over her customers and how easily they came under her skillful will. A smitten customer, a deputy, mistook Sally’s eagerness to please for love. When they entered Sally’s room, she pulled the deputy to her seductively licking her lips. She kissed him passionately; her tongue flickering around his with burning desire.

  The deputy had never met a girl so fiery. He assumed that it must be Sally’s red hair fueling her hunger. Her insatiable desire to be fucked. Maybe all redheads were firecrackers in bed. She stripped off her dress quickly astounding the deputy with her large creamy breasts. Sally unfastened his pants and then hoisted herself down on his eager cock. Sally gasped in delight relishing the pressure that Chelsea’s slim fingers could never replicate. She danced and swiveled herself on the deputy’s lap laughing at the explosive joy of sex. Her frolicking triggered a tingling response in her pussy that rose up to her belly and her chest. Sally came fiercely; the walls of her tight cunt contracting on the deputy’s dick making him lose control. He heaved Sally off of his lap spurting cum so wildly that drops of his hot liquid landed on Sally’s face and mouth.

  Sally licked her lips to taste the strange hot liquid only to be delighted in its salty creamy flavor. She promptly lapped up the drops of cum that flew on the deputy’s hardened torso. Her pussy throbbed with excitement. Her virginal days were over. She couldn’t help but feel the need to make up for lost time. Instantly, she wanted a hard cock inside her again to quell her trembling pussy that wanted more and more.

  The deputy stroked his cock in his hand making it hard again. “Can we go again?” he asked. Before Sally could excitedly agree, he said, “I’ll pay you more.” Sally just nodded smiling naughtily. He raised Sally’s legs up on to his shoulders while she lay looking up at him. “I came so fast that time,” the deputy uttered as he plunged himself back inside Sally’s warm wet box.

  The angle he thrust into Sally was heavenly. She moaned loudly letting herself close her eyes and enjoy the deputy’s thick cock. The deputy stared at Sally’s beautiful face contorting in bliss and her bouncing milky breasts. Before he lost control again, he was determined to give the girl another orgasm. He furrowed his brow in concentration and bore harder into her little cunt. Sally’s eyes popped opened in mirth as she came again looking into the deputy’s face as she moaned. The deputy pulled out of her and squirted cum all over marvelous breasts.

  Sally giggled as the deputy rubbed his cum all over her chest with his hands unconsciously marking his territory on the girl. The deputy was a man of the law. He would never have dreamed to fall in love with a prostitute, but he was in love now with this firecracker of a girl, and he would do what it would take to have her.

  Sally dressed quickly and smiled at him. She thanked him for his business. He grabbed her and kissed her again long and hard. Sally pulled away giggling before retreating back downstairs. She was eager for another customer, another long hard cock inside her. Before the deputy had even left, Sally was trudging upstairs with another man. The deputy felt foolish for his inner proclamations of love. Sally was a working girl; the sex they had was meaningless.

  That night, Sally serviced six men who secretly tipped her extravagantly. At the end of the night, Sally’s cunt was wonderfully sore. Chelsea slipped into her bed offering her tongue to soothe her. Under the sheets, Chelsea stuck her tongue inside of Sally’s sore cunt. Then lapped at her hardened clit until Sally spurted pussy juice down her thighs. Chelsea licked Sally’s juice up from her soft creamy thighs enjoying the sweet taste. When Chelsea emerged from the covers, Sally was sound asleep.

  Chapter 13

  Silas grew up with three little sisters. He witnessed the mixed emotions of girls as they grew, and he felt especially sympathetic to Lilah and Tallulah since they were raised by a distracted mother. The girls retreated in the stables away from their various nannies conducting their own makeshift school house. Lilah was bright and studious, although she never acted so in front of the hired women. She took Tallulah’s education seriously weary that their father’s illiteracy could be genetic.

  Their mother revealed to them that their father was an uneducated man, a man that miraculously survived in life without proper tutelage. Dinah admired Henry’s ability to provide and make something of himself out of virtually nothing. Dinah knew that part of her appeal to Henry was that despite
her abundant education and high social status in France, Dinah rather travel the world uprooted. She told the children about their father’s illiteracy to fascinate them and respect him, but it only stuck out to Lilah as yet another reason their mother was unhappy and eventually left.

  Dinah hinted to them that their father worked very hard and was the reason for his frequent absences. She told them that he worked two jobs: one as a conventional cowboy and the other as a traveling desperado. She told the girls of the times she and their father traveled together working as an unstoppable team.

  Lilah, precocious for her age, probed her mother for more details. “What did you do exactly, Mama?”

  “We took what we needed,” Dinah explained.

  Lilah was deeply burdened with guilt that her parents may be crooks. “Did you steal?” she asked carefully.

  “We acquired things that we worked hard to get,” Dinah said firmly.

  Lilah was unsettled with the idea and placed the blame with her father, who she reasoned must have influenced her mother. After all, it was her mother’s affections, Lilah had to work hard to attain. It was her mother, who always seemed distracted and unsatisfied. It was, in fact, her mother who Lilah wanted to love her more than anything. Her father’s affections were easy to win, and therefore must not be worth much.

  Silas noticed that the girls used sticks to etch into the dirt to write for their lessons. Lilah, afraid that Tallulah’s education was slipping behind, wrote the alphabet daily in the firm earth, urging Tallulah to recite the letters. Silas bought a small chalkboard and chalk at the general store placing it in their corner of their schoolhouse. The girls found their new school supplies delighted with the gift. When they ran to Silas to thank him, Silas said he didn’t know what they were talking about and carried on with his chores.

  The girls would on occasion ask Silas for help with their studies, math in particular. Silas, a natural math whiz, couldn’t pursue further than his high school education because of course, university schooling is for the very rich in Mexico. He scratched on the chalkboard simple equations for the girls and explained mathematical conundrums like why everything multiplied by zero is zero and that twelve inches equaled a foot.

  The girls loved how Silas taught and cherished his lessons. Silas provided them with a practical education. They girls followed him along as he completed his ranch tasks while Silas pointed out things they came upon and told them their Spanish names. He conversed with them in Spanish, an immersive approach to language education, and the girls enjoyed the challenge of it. Silas had seen Dinah conduct their lessons in the same manner. The hired girls tried to make the girls sit at the kitchen table for lessons. Lilah and Tallulah were naughty in their schemes to drive their nannies away, but they were also unaccustomed to sitting down to learn.

  Dinah was a fickle mother from what Silas saw. She was attentive and nurturing at one point of day, and then later distracted and overwhelmed the next. Dinah would habitually read to them on the porch. He would see the girls in a trance listening to their mother read in her exotic French accent. Their favorite book was “Little Women.” This was Dinah on a good day. On her bad days, Lilah took over and read while her mother sat blankly staring out into the horizon not uttering a word for hours.

  Silas knew “Little Women” and the March family from how much Lilah and Tallulah talked about the book. They even acted out various the scenes in a stables with Silas as their sole audience member. Lilah was always Jo and Tallulah was always Amy. They arranged their various dolls and toys figurines to fill the roles of the rest of the characters.

  Today, the girls ran back to the stables within a few minutes of Silas escorting them inside. Silas assumed this would happen as it usually did with the past hired girls. Lilah had a serious look on her face. “Mr. Silas, can you count with us? Tallulah is having trouble with numbers,” Lilah said exasperated.

  Silas removed his gloves and sat down with them. “Tallulah, remember: you can always use your fingers and your toes if you need to.”

  Tallulah giggled. “Really?” Silas nodded.

  Lilah interjected, “She’s almost five, Mr. Silas. She is too old to be relying on her fingers and her toes!”

  Silas believed in unconventional teaching. Some kids didn’t learn well in a traditional classroom setting. Why did school have to be a place of decorum? Why couldn’t it be fun?

  Silas soothed Lilah. “She can use her digits for now for practice.” He counted Tallulah’s fingers tapping on each one, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Tallulah giggled.

  Silas stood and said, “Can you girls help me count the cows?”

  “Yes!” the girls cried in excitement. The three of them walked out holding hands to where the cows grazed. On the way, Silas talked to them about the sun and how the grass needed the sun and rain to grow. The cows needed the grass to eat. Lilah and Tallulah were eager for Silas’s science discussions. Their studies lacked greatly in science. It wasn’t their mother’s strongest subject.

  Silas knew little of what Henry and Dinah did before he came on as a ranch hand. Henry had picked up new business opportunities, what Henry called them, that forced him out of town for long periods of time. During those journeys, Silas was not needed. He didn’t press Henry further for an explanation to what he must be doing.

  When Dinah left, Henry hired young women to serve as both as caregivers and teachers. When Ms. Fiona quit, Henry asked Silas to help him write a letter. It pained Henry to admit that he couldn’t read or write, but he had to do it. He was out of options. He asked Silas to write to the marital matchmaker inquiring about a mail order bride. Silas wrote what Henry asked him to without further discussion. Henry took the written letter gratefully from Silas’s hands. Silas was glad to help.

  A few weeks later, Henry asked him to respond to a young woman’s letter. Silas read Daisy’s letter aloud to Henry. Henry struggled over what to say; his words stumbled out of his mouth. Silas embellished a little of what Henry told him to write. Daisy seemed eager to please in the letter and her ability to speak French would do the girls a great service. Silas wanted Daisy to accept his marriage proposal just as much as Henry did. The girls needed a stable motherly figure. So he lied a bit. He exaggerated Henry’s wealth and the state of the ranch. Besides, he believed that Henry and he were at the start of something that would eventually grow into something bigger. They’d only been in the cattle business together for a couple of years. The letter wasn’t an outright lie. The house was a work in progress; that was true. Undoubtedly, the house would have been further along and Henry would have had more money if Dinah hadn’t been an avid gambler.

  When Henry sent the letter, Silas also waited in anticipation hoping the girl would say yes. Her letter arrived a few days later. Henry handed Silas the letter with hope in his eyes. Silas tore the letter open and read aloud that Daisy agreed to the marriage. Silas congratulated Henry while wondering inside if finding a wife was actually that easy for everybody.

  Silas had never been married and only fell in love once with a girl in his town. Anjelica was buxom with a deep brown complexion. Her black hair hung down to her waist. They were classmates in their town’s one room schoolhouse. Anjelica was two years older than Silas, but he was an exceptional student. Anjelica used her charms and big brown eyes to ask Silas for help with her schoolwork. He was a patient tutor with Anjelica and helped her learn math. Anjelica rewarded him with kisses when they were children that later lead to much more when they were teenagers.

  Anjelica owed her success in school to Silas. When she self the town for university, she thanked him handsomely. Anjelica was frisky sphinx blazing with passionate heat. On their last night together, Anjelica climbed on top of him; her black hair falling down around her caramel breasts. She bucked on top of Silas as if it were the last time they’d be together, because it truly was.

  Afterwards, Silas held Anjelica burying his nose in her thick black hair. It smelled like vanil
la. For the rest of his life, he would associate that scent with Anjelica. “You are going to be a great nurse one day,” Silas assured her.

  Anjelica’s eyes filled with tears. “I won’t survive without you.”

  Silas squeezed her, “You will.”

  “I won’t. I love you.”

  Silas’s eyes watered. “I love you, too. But you will do so much good as a nurse. You will survive. You will flourish. Trust me.”

  “What will you do?” she asked.

  That night, Silas didn’t know. He said to her, “I will be fine. Don’t worry about me. I will find something.”

  Silas spent his childhood hopeful and dreamy that his life would work out as long as he studied hard. He held onto that dream all the way until that night. In the end, his dreams of becoming a schoolteacher would not come true and the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen would slip through his fingers. Silas was the second born son, and money for higher education was only allocated to his older brother, Robbie. When Anjelica left, Silas stopped living in his cloudy dream world and accepted his fate.

  He became a ranch hand, which offered him steady hard work. He’d worked on several ranches from Mexico, Texas, Arizona, and California. His life didn’t end up exactly as he dreamed when he was a young boy, but since coming to work with Henry, Silas got to teach the Baker girls a little here and there. He was happy working for Henry and the girls brought him joy. The only thing nagging him like most men in the West was: if only, he too, could find a woman. Women in California were more rare than gold.

  He thought about writing to the same marital matchmaker Henry had done. He was on the letter’s eight draft. He couldn’t find the words for the kind of women he wanted. He didn’t know how to convey it properly without sounding like a creep. He wanted a woman like Anjelica: feisty, impassioned, and erotically combustible, but he couldn’t put that in a marital request.