Mountain Man's Secret Baby

by Lauren Wood

  “You don’t know what you’re doing. Get up and leave before I have to call for security to have you forcefully ejected.” It was an idle threat and would’ve held more weight had his cock not grown to its full potential.

  “I hear the words, but I don’t feel the conviction behind them. Let’s try that once more with feeling.” I was stroking him gently but my grip was like iron around his manhood.

  “I don’t think you understand. I’m giving you ample time to change your mind.” I was in a position to let my fingers do the walking, but I had other ideas besides manually stimulating him.

  “My experience might be lacking, but I have watched my fair share of dirty movies for inspiration.” I blew hot air on his glands and it reacted by spitting white hot venom.

  “This is what I came for and this is what I’m going to get. This is what you wanted. You can’t tell me differently. There’s no reason to fight it.” I used the examples I had seen of pornographic stars doing nasty acts in front of the camera.

  I ran the length of my tongue from the bottom to the top of his volcano in the making. I knew the hot lava sizzling inside was getting ready to explode like TNT. There was no time left to lose. I was determined to see my work rewarded with more than a pat on my back.

  The dark interior of his penthouse made it appear that he was living in a mausoleum. It was the perfect atmosphere to draw him deep into my mouth. His hands grabbed my hair and pulled it back to make me look up at him with my mouth full.

  “I thought about this, but I never truly thought it was going to happen. The confession you made that night startled me. It also made me realize I could be your guide to everything sexual.” My stomach was churning and I became hazy about the details of how I had gotten on my knees.

  I had no idea what I was going to do with all of this love in my heart. He didn’t share my feelings. I tried to push it down, but it kept coming back up. His loving was all that I needed. I was going to give him all that man would need from a woman. I was walking on the wild side.

  I let the heavy weight of his instrument move with liquid fire across the surface of my tongue. I felt it nudging at my throat. It became a matter of pride to go all the way. I had already gone too far to turn back.

  My bare knees were feeling the harsh and unforgiving floor digging into them. The length of him was a little concerning. It had been 9 inches of solid pipe between his legs. I was introducing him to the inexperience enthusiasm of my mouth massaging every inch of him. It was a decadent thrill to see the elation on his face. I was in a dreamland of pleasure servicing him with a smile.

  “I don’t think you want to do this. I’m going to give you one last chance to leave. I would rather have you 100% sober.” It was madness to attack him sexually without provocation.

  I found inspiration by how his cock was responding to my technique. I was on a fishing trip to find out what bait was going to have to be used to capture my prize. It turned out my tongue was his breaking point. I felt this rush moving along his shaft.

  He was animated with his head twisting and turning on his shoulders. The muscle between his legs began to inflate. The head expanded and my mouth had to incorporate the birth of his orgasm.

  “It’s too late… I’m fucking going to… AHHHH.” I was under pressure to consume the evidence of his over stimulation.

  I felt the heated discharge shooting ropes across my tongue. I became captivated by the taste and the texture sliding down my throat. I had the foresight to torment him by circling my tongue around his sensitive area. He was wound tight and I had released the frustration from him. I had hooked my prey and I didn’t want to let it go.

  There was more than enough to go around. My greed was more than apparent. I was satisfied for the time being. I got up wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He was still dripping into my other hand. There was no way that I was going to waste any of it. He watched me fixated on how I was lapping his seed from the palm of my hand.

  “Normally, I would take your hand and show you where the magic happens. I’m a little troubled by how easily you gave into these impulses. I know you were encouraged by outside forces at work. I want you to be fully rested and at the top of your game. Don’t hate the player.” He escorted me by the elbow to the elevator and stood there waiting for me to say something.

  “I will be back for what you promised.” I reclined against the elevator wall with my heart pumping like mad in my chest.

  I touched my lips and brought back a string which I played with on the tip of my tongue. I was going to divert all of my attention to coming up with some tricks to show him I had done my due diligence. A good business transaction started with research.

  Chapter 4

  “I wanted to come in here to explain myself. What happened last night was something that was long overdue. I think from that display you already know my decision. I remember everything, but I can’t seem to recall the sensation of having you in my mouth.” I was advertising my desire written across my face.

  “I believe whatever business we have has come to an end.” I thought he was talking to me, but I could see out of the corner of my eye a tendril of smoke from somebody in the corner of the room.

  “I would really like to stay and hear what this young lady has to say. It’s much better than the conversation we were having. Please continue. Pretend I’m not even here.” I was a deer in the headlights unable to say anything in response.

  “That’s no way to act when you are in the company of a lady. I don’t think we have anything left to say to one another. Neither one of us is willing to bend. I’m trying to hold a civil tongue, but you don’t make it easy.” I had no idea what was going on, but the expression on his face told me it wasn’t anything good.

  “Where is your sense of humor? You haven’t heard the end of this. We agreed to terms and I don’t take very kindly to somebody going back on their word. I’m going to give you one night to think about your current situation. Remember you’re the one that needed me. I have been generous, but my generosity is getting old quickly. It’s time for you to pick up the slack and follow through on your end of the bargain.” He was wearing the black suit of an undertaker and the black cloud following him was making me shiver in place.

  “I can hear the veiled threat and I don’t like anybody giving me an ultimatum. I know what I promised, but that was the old me. I’m not going to let you pull my strings any longer. I will have your money with interest, but don’t expect me to do anything more for you.” He had gotten himself into something and was being dragged down into the quicksand of his desperation.

  “I didn’t do this for the money. I have more than enough. What I don’t have is someone to introduce me to the players in this town. I don’t think it’s unreasonable for you to make some introductions. I can take it the rest of the way without you.” His thinning black hair did nothing to detract from the cold and calculating blue eyes.

  “I know I said I would vouch for you, but I can’t do that to people I consider my friends. Your services come with conditions written in the small print. I want you to take the money with a sizable interest. It’s the only thing you’re going to get from me.” He was taking a stand, but the smile on this man’s face made me aware he wasn’t amused.

  “Let me make my position clear. I have a certain reputation to uphold. I can turn my attention to another, but it would be setting a dangerous precedent. You are going to open up those doors for me. If it helps, my plan is to go legitimate, but I need the influence of those in the right places to make that happen.” He had his hands in his pocket, but I could see the bulge underneath his arm where his equalizer was waiting for him.

  “If only I could believe you. It might make a difference. I can’t take the risk of you becoming the reason why some of my friends put a gun in their mouth. I can stick up for myself. I know how to resort to dirty tactics. It’s the reason why I sought you out. You have outlived your usefulness. Don’t make the mistake of coming aft
er me. It will be the last thing you ever do.” They were at a stalemate and neither one was saying anything more during the staring contest.

  “You still have time to make this right. I will expect you at the country club tomorrow morning bright and early. Making an example out of somebody is how I do business. I can’t exactly advertise my services in a conventional way. You’re not the first one and you won’t be the last one to try to renegotiate. It was a mistake then and it’s a mistake now. You have to have your priorities straight.” His heavy feet slapped against the floor.

  He stopped at the doorway with the sound of his cigar being put out. He left a ring of black tobacco on the frame. He dropped the cigar onto the floor.

  “I have more than enough friends in low places. I don’t need anymore. This is a warning to stay away from me and those that I care about.” Coleman was right to be wary of the stranger.

  “I’m going to leave you with this one thought. I didn’t get to where I am today by making friends. Weaknesses are there to capitalize on. Family can be a hindrance in the form of leverage when necessary to squeeze someone.” He put his hand on my shoulder with his meaty paw making me cringe with how much pressure he was delivering.

  Coleman had him by the throat up against the door.

  “The one thing I can’t condone is cowardice. Pick on somebody your own size. Nothing good comes from threatening a woman. You didn’t say anything in so many words, but I know how people like you act in the shadows. I let you creep in and now I’m closing the door. Don’t try to open it. You never know what might be left behind as a booby trap.” He had influential friends ready to come to the rescue when he sent out the call.

  “I always get what I want. That’s a statement of fact and not fiction. A handshake is legally binding in the state of Chicago. I could sick my lawyers on you. They will have you tied up in court with the expense of a lengthy trial for years. In the end, I will probably lose, but I will do it with a smile on my face to see you drown in a sea of legal debt and bad press.” He walked down the hall and I watched him from the doorway with a degree of respect.

  He was the type to demand respect.

  “Do I want to know what that was about? You could have said something. I’m mortified. I certainly didn’t want strangers to know my personal business. I should have made sure you were alone before barging in. I didn’t see him arrive in the lobby. He’s not the kind of guy that would want to announce his presence.” Their exchange was meant to find out who the Alpha was.

  “I admit I could’ve used a little more tact. I didn’t mind seeing you sweating it out. It served you right for what you did last night. I was still pinching myself after you left. I tried to convince myself that didn’t happen, but the proof was between my legs.” I was drawn to the lump of persuasion between his legs.

  “It was a social call. You still haven’t answered my question about your visitor. What exactly did you do to bring somebody like him to your doorstep? I know it’s about money, but I can’t understand how a billionaire would worry about that.” I wanted to leave it alone, but my curiosity wouldn’t let me.

  “I wasn’t born with money. I lived in the shadows trying to survive. I had a good idea, but I needed capital. No bank was going to look at me crossways. I had no collateral. I heard from some reputable sources there was a place for entrepreneurs to get what they needed. I was terrified I was going to be shot on sight. It turned out to be a lucrative business acquisition. He told me one day he would return looking for the favor promised.” He wasn’t the kind of man who was responsible for his own financial doom.

  “Dirty deeds sometimes come with conditions. I don’t want to pile on, but I have drawn up this document.” It took me hours to perfect it and I made some changes before something permanent was in front of me.

  “I don’t mind giving it a once-over. It would be easier if you gave me the bullet points. I don’t want to get bogged down by legalese.” He wanted me to summarize the cliff notes without bothering to read the entire three-page document.

  “I will get one million dollars for my virginity. I will need to be wined and dined ahead of time. I’m sure you have reservations at some of the finest restaurants on speed dial. A concert or some venue where they are having live music would be preferable. A horse-drawn carriage back to your penthouse would put me in the right frame of mind. The sex itself is going to be left in your capable hands. The only thing I ask is that you don’t leave any marks.” It felt good to make him see that I wasn’t just going to lie there and take it.

  “The only amendment I would like to make is the horse drawn carriage. Let’s change that to a white stretch limousine with a hot tub in back. I will have a bottle of chilled champagne on hand.” It was agreed, but I was still worried about the stranger.

  “You have always been the master of the game when it comes to seduction. It looks like I’m going to find out what you are like when you are dating someone. I have high expectations and I hope that you can exceed them. It’s not every day a woman loses her cherry. I don’t want to look back and feel I did myself a disservice by being with you…for the money.” I almost tripped myself up by showing my feelings.

  “Every woman I have been with has been complimentary. I didn’t even give them my undivided attention. This is where they are going to differ from you. Wear something that is easily accessible. I would like to find you wearing no panties. It’s only a suggestion. Feel free to surprise me. I will pick you up in the limousine at 7:00 PM.” For the rest of the day, it was all about business and I heard several screaming matches on the phone.

  I didn’t want him to be preoccupied. The aim was to find a way to make an awkward moment palatable. I had the perfect place to go shopping.

  Chapter 5

  The bubbles from the champagne tickled my nose. It was nonalcoholic. It was agreed upon we would remain sober. I was drunk on the extravagance of the evening. Dinner at the restaurant had my taste sensations on overload. The chocolate soufflé was an explosion of flavors in my mouth. There was no hot tub. It wasn’t needed.

  “I hope this meets with your approval.” We were on his couch and began necking heavily.

  The dress was silver and he easily found the zipper in the back. Pulling it over my shoulders opened up his eyes. The baby blue lace was released from behind with a flick of his finger. He lowered me until I was prone with my legs open.

  “This whole night has been magical. They say you can tell a lot from a man by the way that he kisses. I would like to find out what I have waiting for me under the sheets.” The kiss was slow and touched on the fantasy coming to life before my eyes.

  Our lips were locked together in a symphony of sensual delights. It was a new experience. Nothing about it could be duplicated in the same way. He was rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. It sent shock waves down along my body to the apex of my thighs.

  One finger penetrated the slick lips of my sex. I could feel my temples throbbing. My pulse was increasing in tempo. We continued kissing with his clothing and the feel of the silk of the material touching me in a profound way. I pushed down on the finger and became unraveled by the orgasm lurking on the surface.

  My tongue worked diligently with his fingers playing down my spine. I finally pushed him away with both hands trying to catch my breath. He sucked the tips causing my chest to rise up to meet his oral exploration.

  I was scared but excited at the same time. It was hard to keep my smile hidden. The release of endorphins created by his masculine hands was making me wet to the touch. The foreplay was extensive and very much appreciated. The way that he looked at me broke down the barriers of resistance.

  “You don’t remind me of my friend. I know she’s in there, but there’s something more at work here. I can’t put my finger on it.” I was working my body in a way to swallow his finger with the squeezing of my muscles to give him thoughts of perversion.

  “I want you to keep this in mind. I don’t think you’re going to recognize
me in the morning. I’m going to tender my resignation. I have a flight out in the morning.” He stripped me of my dress and tossed my panties haphazardly into the air landing on the lampshade.

  There was a red glow courtesy of my panties. He showed me his fluttering tongue and then entered the forbidden zone. I screamed with no idea where the decibel came from inside of me. He was holding down my thrashing frame with that tongue taking a journey of discovery.

  I thought it was an orgasm, but I was mistaken. It was a hiccup before the main event. The building pressure was something of a revelation. I had been responsible for my own orgasm, but this was better than my hand.

  “I want you to take me to new heights of pleasure. You have the benefit of experience on your side. I want you to use that insight to make me climb the walls in ecstasy. My body has never felt this good in my life. I see what all the fuss is about.” I was handed a gift of the sexual knowledge in his little finger.

  I was grateful for the chance to be with someone who knew their way around. It was also disappointing to know that money was what made me fall into his lap.

  I couldn’t escape him even in my dreams. The reality lived up to the hype of my fantasies. He was taking the reins and giving me a reason not to be silent. It exploded inside of me like an atom bomb. It was all-encompassing and my boundaries were breached.

  The piercing presence of his manhood made me open up my eyes during the aftermath. His knees spread me open and he was looking at me differently. I couldn’t explain what I was seeing. It was as if a light bulb had gone off over his head.

  “I feel it’s necessary to tell you something. The money was my way of getting you into this compromising position. I didn’t know how to say the words. I fell back into something that was familiar. I apologize for not coming clean sooner.” His knob was firmly implanted with the rest of his flag ready to unfurl.

  “What are you trying not to say?” Could I even dare to dream that the love I shared with him was returned in kind?