Daddy Plus One: A Single Dad Secret Baby Billionaire Romance

by Brooke Valentine

  To be on the safe side, I wrapped his ribs tightly in bandages and taped them so that there was very little room for him to maneuver. There was a cut underneath his eye, but it was healing quickly without any support of antibiotics.

  “I didn’t mean to bring this to your doorstep. I have a pet peeve of men thinking that they can put their hands on a woman. I lost control when I should have learned to turn the other cheek.” He was lambasting himself for his behavior and there was no reason to.

  “My life has always been a little crazy. A little more isn’t going to hurt me.”

  “I don’t want you to be scared of me. It’s the last thing I want. I can assure you the bear is sleeping soundly and will only emerge when I want it to. It’s a little different during the full moons.” He got off the bed and pulled me to my feet.

  I was slightly shell-shocked and even more so when his hands grabbed onto my ass. My eyes widened with surprise and then his lips came closer until we were kissing with wild abandon. The feeling of him squeezing my cheeks and the kiss made my resolve weaken.

  I felt one hand gliding to graze his fingernails on the small of my back. We were pressed together, with our lips making short work of any kind of resistance. I feigned innocence, but my body betrayed any kind of discouraging words on the tip of my tongue.

  I felt a little overwhelmed and completely bewildered by everything that had transpired during the evening. It had started with my hopes and dreams unfolding before me. The surprise ending of witnessing him manhandling my ex-boyfriend was an unexpected treat. It was also quite an eye-opening experience to see him transform from man to beast in a matter of seconds.

  The kiss lasted for well over a minute before he lingered a little bit longer by pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth. I couldn’t seem to get my fill of his body. Those vivid images in my fantasies were something I was never going to tell a soul about. I still couldn’t believe he was kissing me with such passion. It was hard to contain my excitement.

  Whatever strength he had, diminished, and he fell onto the bed flat on his back. Looking at him with his shirt wide open gave me obscene ideas of how to mend him back to health.

  Chapter ten - Tom

  I was lying there contemplating the kiss and how this was going to change everything. It wasn’t just that we had embarked on a physical relationship, but she had uncovered my truth by no fault of her own.

  Roseanne walked back in the room. I hadn’t even realized she left. “I hope you don’t mind. I was saving this bottle for a rainy day, but I need something to soothe my nerves.”

  I was starting to regret the kiss.

  She must’ve been wondering how it was even possible. I could almost sense what was going to be her first question. I wasn’t sure how much I could tell, her even though the proof was clearly seen with her own two eyes. Logan wasn’t going to be very happy and would think this was a mess he was going to have to clean up.

  “I would probably have a drink if I were in your shoes.” I tried to get up, but the pain was still severe enough to keep me immobilized. “I have to know what you’re going to do with this information.” I was worried she wasn’t going to be able to keep her mouth shut. I feared what that could mean for her continued survival.

  “I’m not going to say anything to anyone.” It was good news.

  “I can control it most of the time, but I am left with the animal instincts lurking within. It’s the reason for my many trips to Montana. I fight the natural urge until the wild calls my name. I unleash the beast with a month of pent-up aggression, ready to explode.”

  I saw her drinking steadily from the bottle without the necessity of a glass. With the bottle in hand, she jumped onto the bed and straddled my waist. I could feel the heat of her sex against my love muscle. I was looking at her and seeing that the liquor had dulled her senses enough to lower her inhibitions.

  “I’m through talking when actions speak louder than words. How do you feel about a strong woman? I only ask because most men feel intimidated. I don’t feel this is the case with you.” She lowered the straps on her dress and let it fall, with gravity doing the rest of the work.

  It was down around her waist and I had my hands on her bare legs. I was inching the dress a little further up so that I could see how her excitement was staring me in the face. She grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, somehow not spilling a drop of alcohol. She continued our earlier passionate kiss. It was almost enough to take my breath away.

  Her lips found my neck and I had no idea that it was one of my erogenous zones. She circled the spot with the tip of her tongue and made me jump practically out of my skin with pleasure. I tried to buck her off of me, but she was quite insistent on staying exactly where she was.

  “I want you to be sure of what you are doing,” I said huskily. “We might be two of a kind, but there are obvious differences. This is not a perfect world and there are things in the shadows you don’t know about. This is not the kind of secret for the squeamish.”

  She was grinding back and forth along the shaft of my manly persuasion. “I want to feel something again. I don’t care about tomorrow, when the present is the only thing that matters.”

  She upturned the bottle and poured some of the contents in my mouth. She chased it with her tongue, the bottle still dribbling what remained down my chest and following a direct trail to my healthy anatomy. She followed the same path, briefly making contact with my shaft, teasingly leaving me on the edge of sexual insanity. Her kiss was enough to make me breathless. It fired me up to turn the tables in my favor.

  We rolled from side to side on the bed, until she suddenly gave in with me on top of her.

  I was dripping champagne onto her body and I found it a necessary thirst-quencher for what was to follow. My tongue traced expectantly down her taut stomach. Something big was happening between the two of us and I was going along for the ride.

  I spread her open for a visual inspection. The glistening lips of her sex were beckoning me forward. I peeled back the puffy pink lips to see what was waiting for me. The bubbling cauldron of her desire was forcing me to take a moment. A pause for the cause was necessary to remind myself of how lucky I really was to be with her.

  “I would tell you to take a picture, it will last longer, but I’m not going to do that. I want you to feed on the combination of the champagne and what is currently dripping out of… MEEEEEEEE.” Her last word punctured my eardrums loud enough to leave the presence of an echo in the room. It probably had something to do with my tongue slipping inside the heat of her oven.

  Her legs clamped shut around my ears, making everything sound like it was coming from inside a dark tunnel. My tongue snapped forward to bury its length in the embrace of her sex. She lifted her body with no will of her own. I had no choice but to hold her down for my oral attack. It was compounded by a heavy dose of her cream coating my lips.

  “I don’t know where you learned that, but somebody deserves a fruit basket. I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none with your enthusiasm. I hope this isn’t some kind of Nightingale Syndrome.” I was thinking the same thing, but the idea sounded preposterous.

  I darted my tongue in and out of her, hearing her cries of ecstasy and feeding on the sound like my own personal drug. My eyes were wide open, and her taste lingered on my palate. I was ravenous, like an animal completely unhinged. I was unable to pull myself away from the feast in front of me.

  The sheets were practically lying on the floor from the thrashing of her body on top of the bed. She was pulling at my hair and the pain was fueling my craving to satisfy my hunger.

  “I’m not going to last for very much longer. I know you can feel it building up inside me. The walls vibrating against your tongue is an obvious sign of an imminent orgasm. I’ve never had it this good and finding another to duplicate what you’re doing would be foolish.” Her wail of contentment was followed by her legs falling wide open in obvious invitation.

  “I love the mas
k of euphoria on your face. I want you to always wear that in the bedroom. Your smile lights up the room.” My hand grazed her inner thighs and she jerked noticeably from how sensitive her skin was.

  I was soon hovering over top of her, fisting my organ and wiping it lightly over her clit to make her eyes widen with surprise. I was contemplating every word that had come out of her mouth. The very thought of sealing this consummation by banging her into submission was drawing me to her like a moth to a flame.

  The spark I had seen in her eyes upon our meeting was nothing compared to the blazing inferno staring back at me now. I held her gaze and moved to where I was about to do some obscene pushups. My pleasure was secondary compared to hers.

  “Don’t think for a second you’re going to get off that easy.” She reached down and coiled her hand around the base keeping me from forging ahead. “I’ve seen what you can do with your mouth, but you have yet to see what I can do with mine. I would be remiss if I didn’t say that I was that damn good.”

  Her words were quite convincing and had me more than ready to give her something more to do with her mouth than talk. “You have me as a captive audience of one. By all means, show me the prowess you’re so proud of. You haven’t been exactly shy about extolling your virtues. I hope you are worth the wait.”

  She had me on my back and was continuing what she started. It seemed only fair to let her finish. “The taste of your skin is like an aphrodisiac not to be ignored. Try not to move. Those injuries are going to need some time to heal, regardless of your fast metabolism.” The healing properties of the bear were already at work. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I could see in her eyes.

  “There is a riptide of excitement inside me waiting to be unleashed. I am a wild animal in a cage. You have the key in your possession. I’m begging you to use it.” I had a lump in my throat. I hadn’t breathed the entire time. I was watching her get closer to touching the raising flag of my anatomy.

  “I know what I’m doing. I can’t say you are truly prepared for the experience.” Her words grabbed my attention, but it was her tongue tracing the outline of my equipment that made me rise up on my elbows.

  “It’s like you’re touching me with a hot poker. The anticipation is driving me crazy.” I wanted her to make me yell and thrash with the makings of the orgasm building up inside.

  “Your reaction is remarkable. I have barely begun and already you are flying high in the stratosphere of your own pleasure. Imagine what that is going to be like when the gates are pulled wide open by the assistance of my mouth.” She swallowed the evidence of my arousal down to the root. There was not even an inch remaining.

  I ran my hands through her hair and pulled it with a little bit of force to see her looking up at me with her mouth full. I pushed her back down, making her momentarily gag, but she wasn’t struggling. I think she was taking immense joy out of making me happy.

  “I don’t think I truly understood what you meant until right about now. The feeling was subtle at first, but it’s growing with intensity.” I lifted my hips and began to make love to her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere. It was like it had a mind of its own.

  Her hands were no longer absent. They had taken liberties with my balls, warming them to her touch and squeezing to make me moan. I twisted in her oral grasp of persuasion. There was no escaping the pleasing sensation she was inflicting on me.

  Her tongue outstretched when she bottomed out. She licked the underside of my shaft and then made the circuit from the bottom to the top. The swirl of encouragement from her tongue was enough to make me feel like my whole world had been turned upside down.

  “I don’t want to admit this, but you are dangerously close to getting more than you bargained for. Every second with you is pure bliss. Your tongue is going to be permanently tattooed on my shaft.” I was holding my own, but she was not about to take any prisoners. The war between us was going to end with a bang and not a fizzle.

  Her technique was sublime and had me desperately trying to cling to the last vestige of my stamina. It soon crumbled under the weight of her oral ministrations. I felt it traveling up the length of my body before responding with an ungodly scream to wake the dead. She didn’t back off for one single second.

  Her eyes sparkled with evil intentions. She was enjoying the power she had over me. I fired indiscriminately with quick shots of thick jizz more than enough to choke any mortal woman. She didn’t show any kind of restraint.

  I was left breathing heavily and still bucking every so often from the flicking of her tongue. She wasn’t giving me a moment to rest. The fire inside her wasn’t contained.

  She was still nursing at my manhood. It was a surprise to see myself come back to fighting form. I had seriously underestimated her.

  Chapter eleven - Roseanne

  “I think you realize you have opened a Pandora’s Box,” I said with a giant grin on my face. “It appears what I have been missing is right in front of me. I’m still trying to catch my breath after you went down on me with such enthusiasm.” I had found dominance and I wasn’t about to relinquish the control easily.

  “I’ve never been with a woman who was able to give me a good reason to rise from the ashes of my orgasm.” He turned me until I was on my back looking up at his blazing blue eyes. The emerald-colored doors to my soul were shining brightly.

  “I’m going to have you. This bed is going to get the workout of a lifetime. I hope it is one that is built to last, with the ability to take a beating. I don’t make those claims lightly. I feel like it’s necessary to take the kid gloves off.” He was on top of me and I could feel the subject of his arousal touching me.

  “I swear there’s something coming over me. It’s time to work out in a way to burn off any calories we might’ve consumed at the party.” I held him back, but his hands peeled my fingers off his shaft one at a time.

  “I don’t know what the future holds, but this is worth the risk to find out.” He only said what I was already thinking.

  My mind was telling me it was time to make a move. Lying back was tantamount to opening my body to his manly essence.

  “I have needed this. I’ve been waiting for the right man to come along to show me how a woman should be treated. Give us an inch and we will take a mile.” I pulled him down to stab my tongue into his mouth. The injection of manhood was simultaneous.

  The feeling of being filled made my eyes scream, as my mouth was currently occupied and could not make any noise other than a long drawn out moan. He started with a slow rhythmic motion. He was making me feel every inch of him, all the way down to his balls. They were nestled up against me on each forward thrust.

  There was no pressure and no time limit on the kind of pleasure we could inflict on each other. I was happy to indulge his creative license. He was constantly changing the pace to keep me at a loss for words.

  “I know you can feel my cock deep inside you. The heat of your excitement is wrapped around me in a glove-like fit. I love the way your juices glisten and sizzle along my flesh.” I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close and making it necessary for him to use muscles he probably hadn’t in quite some time.

  The headboard was custom made by my father. He was a craftsman when it came to building things with his hands. It banged repeatedly against the wall, making some of the plaster peel off the wall like wallpaper.

  “Fuck me and show me what a real man feels like. This body is yours. Make it sing with the musical notes of pleasure spewing from my lips.” I was beating holy hell on his backside with my bare heels. It spurred him on and gave him fuel for the fire.

  “I could probably keep this up all night.”

  My eyes widened with surprise by how his claim was going to leave me a shell of what I once was. “That’s a bold statement, and one I don’t think you’re going to be able to follow through on.”

  The rubbing of his shaft against my clit was enough to blow the top of my head off. I came with a rush of endorph
ins running through my veins and traveling until they were situated squarely in my crotch. The rippling feel of my orgasmic discharge squeezed the living daylights out of him. I was attempting to milk him dry of the seed boiling in his nuts. There was no stopping the ignition of excitement.

  “I might have been a little too quick to make any snap judgments.” His bulbous knob was pulsing inside me and I could feel the vein throbbing along the length of his shaft.

  “Give it to me… give it to me… give it to me.” It was my own sexual mantra repeated over and over again in my head. It was a vocal exercise to draw him into the web of my depravity.

  “I never want to be known as the kinda guy that doesn’t give a girl what she wants.” His finger found my little friend and stimulated a second orgasm to the surface. I could’ve sworn he had a roadmap to my anatomy in his possession.

  “I’m cumming again and this time I’m not taking no for an answer.” I thought the first one was intense, but this one was off the charts.

  The magnitude was like an earthquake in my body. It had the ability to wrench his own climactic moment out of him. I looked into his eyes and saw our passions colliding.

  His eyes popped clear open and his mouth parted with an effort to say something. It never amounted to anything more than groans of gratification.

  I felt the dam burst from between his legs. He fired indiscriminately, pounding me into the mattress with such feverish hunger that I was barely hanging on for the ride. He gave one final jolt and then fell on top of me. We were still connected with no need for words. Everything said was with the language of love. It was a universal expression.

  He pulled out, leaving me gaping and hungry for more. I had this insatiable appetite, and it had nothing to do with food. The fantasies in my head didn’t even compare to the real thing.