His Secret Child

by Jordan Silver

  As soon as I felt her get wet enough, I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock in. To keep my eyes from meeting hers, I buried my face in her neck. Big mistake.

  Her scent hit me just as her tight warmth enveloped me; it was like a one-two punch straight to the gut and heart.

  I couldn’t hold back the sound of pleasure that escaped me, or the need to hold her close like lovers do; the way I had always done.

  Fuck me, no. It’s for Mia Cord, for her you can do anything just remember that. But I didn’t want it to feel this fucking good, didn’t want to feel anything period.

  How could my body still want hers after all that she had done? How could she feel so fucking good beneath me when I hated her more than I could put into fucking words?

  None of that mattered now though it seemed, as my dick sunk into her like it was coming home. If I could do this without feeling her I would, but there was no way to do that.

  And in the end, the tight hold I had on myself was no barrier against the onslaught of emotions that bombarded me as her heat sucked me in.

  Chapter 8

  The years melted away, it was as if it were only yesterday that I last took her. She felt the same, like wet, hot silk. Pre-cum leaked from my cock into her as I started to move inside her tight pussy.

  Everything came rushing back, her scent, her taste, and the feel of her.

  That pissed me off, so I pulled my head away from her and turned it away on the pillow, staring at the wall sightlessly as I fucked her.

  I wasn’t rough with her, I used my hands and cock to give her pleasure; but I kept my heart the fuck out of it.

  The battle that I fought for the next twenty minutes was one of the hardest of my life. Part of me wanted to revel in the great sensation of being inside her again, while the other wanted to scream obscenities and rail away.

  I tried sending my mind away from the here and now, anything not to give her any part of me. Her pussy did what it was supposed to and tried to milk my cock with each thrust I made into her.

  I sped up my thrusts to get it over with. Neither one of us needed to enjoy this shit as far as I was concerned, even though I was enjoying it a little too fucking much.

  She squeezed around me and moaned when I teased her clit with my fingers and that’s all I needed to make me cum hard.

  I lost control there at the end of it slamming into her with harsh grunts like the fucking beast I always am when I was inside her.

  As soon as I’d dripped the last drop inside her, I held still to keep my load inside and then pulled out hard and fast.

  Rolling off of her I hopped off the bed and picked up the towel. Without looking back at her, I headed for the door.

  “I’ll be back in a little bit, you can go to sleep if you want, you don’t need to be awake for this.”

  “How often do you plan on doing this?”

  “As often as it takes.” What the fuck did she think? The first time I fucked her I was in her all night. I don’t know if that’s the night we made Mia, but I know that if I wanted her to have another kid, the fastest way to do it was to fuck her as often as I could.

  It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that she hadn’t had any complaints the last time, but that was heading into the wrong territory.

  The least we mentioned that shit the better. It looked like I was going to have to hold off on setting my lawyer on her ass for now though, I can’t very well drag her over the coals if she’s carrying my kid.

  Back in my room, I jumped back into the shower to wash her scent off of me. Standing under the water, I let myself relax again.

  With my hands braced against the wall I let the water run down over me as I tried to clear my head.

  I had to run out of that room, before I did something stupid. Being inside her had brought it all back. I reached back over my shoulder and felt the welts from her nails.

  She still reacted the same way to me, so what happened? How can a woman who hates me react so strongly to my touch? It doesn’t make sense. Neither did the way I reacted to her just now.

  I couldn’t kick the feeling that something was off, that I was missing something important. What if I was wrong? What if...?

  I pushed that unwanted thought away and flicked off the shower. I wrapped the towel around me again and headed for the kitchen to make something to eat.

  She was already in there making a sandwich. I was surprised when she held one out to me, I guess she saw it as some sort of peace offering.

  I looked down at the plate and back up at her. “No thanks.” Dick move number one hundred and counting, but I didn’t give a fuck. If she thought making me a turkey on rye was going to miraculously wipe away everything in our past, she was fucking beyond wrong.

  As I went to grab a piece of fruit the doorbell rang. I looked down at my towel but then said fuck it. Whoever it was hadn’t been invited so they can deal with my state of undress.

  “Mom what’re you doing here?” I’d been to her place in the last day or so, keeping her up to date on her granddaughter, whom she seemed not to have any interest in at all.

  I wasn’t too surprised by her actions; mom isn’t the warmest person in the world when it comes to who she perceives to be outsiders. I wasn’t about to force her to like my kid though; she didn’t need it, she had me.

  “I came by to see what you’re doing with your life. Is she here?”

  “Yes she is.” For some reason I didn’t like anyone else being disrespectful to Zania, not even my mother, which I had already told her once this week when she made a disparaging remark about her.

  Whatever had gone wrong was between her and I, and had nothing to do with anyone else.

  Mom walked past me and headed for the kitchen where I could hear Zania moving around.

  I was just in time to hear her first words to her. “So you’re back and with a child no less.”

  “Mom.” She turned to look at me but I noticed that Zania had gone white as a sheet. What the fuck was that about?

  I don’t remember them having much to do with each other the last time we were together, so why should she be afraid of mom?

  I brushed it off as nothing more than her embarrassment at the way things had ended. She probably thought mom would be pissed at her for what she’d done to her son.

  Little did she know, that two seconds after she was gone, mom was trying to force Camille down my throat.

  I don’t recall mom ever uttering any regret at seeing the back of her. “I’m gonna go grab some clothes I’ll be right back.”

  Zania shot past me before I could even reach the kitchen door and ran to her room. What the fuck was her problem? I went after her to tell her off for being rude to my mother, but she’d locked the door.

  I didn’t want to air our grievances in front of anyone so I left it alone for now. I went to my room seething with anger at her total disrespect. I’ll just have to teach her some manners now won’t I?

  After I put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I rejoined mom in the kitchen, where she was sitting with a cup of coffee.

  “So mom, what brings you here?” I sat across from her and bit into the apple I snagged from the basket.

  I noticed the sandwich she’d made me sitting wrapped on the plate but ignored it. She’s out of her fucking mind if she thinks I’d eat from her hand; fuck no.

  “I told you, I came to see what you’re doing to screw up your life. Camille is a great girl from one of the better families. You can’t mess up your wedding plans for this...”

  “First of all, the only wedding plans were in your head, I never once said anything about getting married.”

  “But five years...”

  “Yes five years of mediocre bullshit because I didn’t care. None of that matters now though, because I have a daughter to protect, she needs me and what I need to do for her no one will stand in my way.

  I’m not marrying Camille mom, I wouldn’t have married her if this hadn’t come up so don’t go blami
ng my kid...”

  “Where is this all coming from? Not two weeks ago you seemed amiable enough to the idea of getting married. I can’t help but wonder if this has to do with that...that girl.”

  “This has to do with my child, not that it’s any of your business or anyone else’s.” She knows better than to meddle in my life, so I wasn’t sure what she was playing at.

  “I want to see this so-called granddaughter of mine.” What the fuck did she just say? Okay, granted I’ve always been the devoted son.

  Mom and I hardly ever butt heads and though I wasn’t thrilled with some of her actions in the past, I don’t recall ever knowingly disrespecting her.

  But hearing her refer to my little princess in that way pissed me the fuck off.

  “So-called, is that what you just called my kid? I think you’d better leave, and the answer is no, you won’t be seeing her anytime soon.

  My little girl needs people who love her around right now not people who doubt who she is and speaks of her with a sneer. You know your way out.”

  “Cord I...” I didn’t say one word to her, I was too fucking mad. There hasn’t been anything that my mother has asked of me that I didn’t give.

  I’ve been there for her at her most trying times, and this is how she repays me. I know my mother can be cold, I know she was raised to be aloof, and almost dispassionately cold, but I never expected to be on the receiving end of that shit.

  I was also pissed at my houseguest for the rude way she’d reacted to my mother. We were gonna have to have a talk about that. I’m gonna have to remind little Zania about her place.

  After she left when her attempts to get me to talk fell flat, I locked up and went back to the kitchen to clean up. A couple hours had gone by, time for round two.

  My dick, that traitorous fuck was already pressing against the front of the soft sweats. I could already feel her wrapped around me and my mouth watered for a taste of her. No way was I going to quench that thirst though.

  I knocked on her door, “she’s gone, open up.” There was no answer but I heard movement from inside. Oh she wanted to play did she? Too bad for her I am in a fucked up mood.

  I put my shoulder to the door and pushed, when that didn’t work I stepped back and kicked it as hard as I could.

  Her scream didn’t faze me one bit, as my wide strides took me over to the bed where I was just in time to catch her as she tried to escape off the far side.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” I had her by her hair and was barely restraining myself from yanking her back by it.

  “Do we have to do this again tonight, can’t you come back tomorrow.” I wrestled her down to the bed on her stomach, trapping her there with my body.

  “You want her to die, is that it?” I gritted the words out through clenched teeth as I pressed her into the mattress.

  “No of course not, but there are other ways. You hate me, how can you stand it? Why can’t we just do the artificial insemination?”

  “I told you, that shit takes too fucking long. I don’t see what the fuck your problem is. If I can stand to fuck your deceitful ass then you can live with this shit. And if not, then too fucking bad.

  Once and for all, we have to do this, believe me I’m no happier about it than you are. Mia is out of chances don’t you fucking get it?”

  Since she was so fucking repulsed by my touch I decided to forego the formalities and just get right down to it.

  She had pissed me off once again, maybe in the hopes of making me change my mind, good luck with that. My dick was hard already, that’s all I really needed to get the job done.

  Keeping her flat on her stomach, I kneed her legs apart and felt around between her thighs until I felt her heat at my fingertips.

  Lying against her back, I used my free hand, the one that wasn’t wrapped up in her hair, to guide my cock into her from behind.

  When I was knocking against the end of her, I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “This is for Mia, I don’t give a fuck how you feel.”

  She tried holding still, but I found that I didn’t like that, not one fucking bit. She’d unmanned me once before, taken her pound of flesh, now it was my turn.

  Reaching beneath her I found her clit. I lifted just her ass high enough for my hand to fit under her, and worked her clit as I fucked her pussy nice and slow.

  “You feel that, huh, remember how you use to beg me for it, huh?” I felt her pussy gush around me even as she tried to fight off her feelings.

  I played her body from memory, bringing her up to her knees so I could get at her tits.

  I used my teeth in her neck to mark her, while I fingered her ass as my cock sawed in and out of her hot cunt.

  “Not talking huh? We’ll just let your body speak for itself shall we?”

  She wasn’t good enough to keep her climaxes hidden from me, or to stifle the screams she released as she came around my cock over and over as I tried to climb into her stomach with my dick.

  Fuck, I’ve always liked taking her like this, in this position. I could go as deep and as hard as I want, with all of her at my disposal.

  The lust came out of nowhere and slammed into my chest. That wouldn’t have been so bad, I could’ve handled the renewed lust.

  What I didn’t want, what I absolutely refused to accept, was the return of that other emotion.

  No fucking way. My last thought as I started spewing cum into her womb was that I’d kill her first before I let that shit happen.

  ***

  I stayed with her all night leaving her body only long enough to get my dick hard again. By the fourth time I pulled her beneath me she had lost all inhibitions and was fucking back at me as hard as I was slamming into her.

  That little devil that had taken up residence on my shoulder whispered some obscene shit in her ear as I rode her.

  “You might pretend to hate me all you like, but your pussy can’t lie. It’s starved for me, feel that, you’re so fucking wet I don’t even have to move. My dick just slips and slides inside all that sweet pussy juice.”

  And just to be a dick, I hit her g-spot at the same moment I bit into her neck and she almost broke my dick off when she came.

  I held still and let her ride it out, remembering how sensitive her body was after a really intense orgasm such as the one she’d just had.

  Once again I found myself fighting those feelings and had to remember to be on my guard. She still packed that punch it seemed and I was no more resistant to it now, than I had been then.

  That was a fucked thing to learn at a time like this, when I had no choice but to fuck her for the sake of my child. Life truly is weirder than fucking fiction because I would’ve bet my nuts that I would never dip my dick in that pool again.

  But like I’d told her, for that little girl that was part of me, I would do any fuck I had to, to keep her alive, fuck everyone and everything else.

  I left her barely breathing at about three in the morning when my dick had given all he had to give. This was going to be an all night occurrence until I hear the words ‘I’m pregnant’, then and only then will I stop.

  I couldn’t even stop to think about how long this fuckery was gonna take while my child was slowly dying before my eyes.

  All I can do now is hope for the best, hope that it wasn’t too late. Because if it is, I’m going to fucking jail for killing her ass no joke!

  I’m not sure how I’m gonna do this for the next few weeks or months or however long it takes for me to breed her. As soon as my dick goes soft that anger rises up inside me again and all I can think of is making her pay for what the fuck she did.

  I fell asleep dreaming of the day that my little girl was healed. I refuse to accept any other outcome than that, I can’t. It’s just not in me to accept that a child of mine will die without having had time to live, especially when I haven’t had the chance to be her dad.

  Chapter 9

  The next morning, I woke up alone in my bed with eleven inches o
f steel sticking up in the air, tenting the sheet out of proportion.

  I stroked him once, twice before climbing out of bed. I had a sinister smile on my face as I walked down the hall and pushed her door open slowly.

  She was sprawled on her back the way she always slept when we were together. I just walked over and pulled the sheet she had around her middle, down and off.

  I slowly climbed in between her thighs and used my dick as a tuning rod. He found the pussy easy enough and slid right in.

  She sighed and opened her thighs wider moving her body in time with mine. I looked down at her smiling face because I knew she was caught up in a dream.

  I also knew that as soon as she realized that this was no dream, she would be back to her shit again.

  She jerked awake when I hit her cervix and kept going. Her eyes widened and for a split second I thought I saw something in her them before they cleared.

  I guess she’d spent the night shoring up herself because she tried to fight me. “Stop it, you’ll only wind up hurt.”

  “I hate you; I’m only doing this for Mia no matter what you say. I’ll never want your touch...”

  “I’m so fucking sorry to tell you that I don’t give a fuck. Trust me, this is the last place I want to be.”

  “Then go-go back to your perfect fiancée.” Where the fuck did she hear that shit? Whatever, I wasn’t interested. She couldn’t seem to get it through her head that I was doing this only for my child.

  “Jealous? Don’t worry I’ve got more than enough for both of you.” Even the thought repulsed me, but I wanted to hurt her.

  I had to hold her hands down and pin her to the bed with my dick when she flailed them at me. I licked her neck right where I’d marked her the night before as I eased out of her cervix.

  She wanted to pretend indifference, but I was mad enough at her shit that I wanted to make her pay.

  She hated my dick, did she? We’ll see about that shit. She might believe that because she’d pulled the wool over my eyes once before that she could play me for the fool again.