Mountain Man's Secret Baby

by Lauren Wood

  “I can see you’re not going to be easily dissuaded. I’ve been drilling you incessantly and you have more than handled your share of the workload. Taking those photographs of him with another woman couldn’t have been easy. You did it without losing your composure and doing something as regrettable as attacking him.” My plan was simple. Wait until the killer was alone and then give him a dose of his own medicine.

  I’ve had my hands on this cord for hours. I can feel the fibers digging into my fingertips. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I finally have him where I want him. I have asked you for the impossible and you have more than lived up to your reputation.” The heat was up and we were both well aware of the games being played.

  The one thing I had going for me was that I was in full control of the heat. There was no way for him to turn it back down which made sleeping something of an effort. I heard him several times pacing back and forth in front of my door. I could almost imagine a tiger sniffing at the premises ready to find a suitable prey to pounce on.

  “Does it have to be this hot in here? “I knew eventually his limits would be reached.

  “You know what they say? If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen. I like it this way and we can certainly revisit this subject when you succumb to my wishes.” I had everything we would need to give this man little chance to find a way to slip out of the net.

  “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work.” He sounded serious, but underneath I knew that he was crumbling. I needed to have a little bit more patience. It wasn’t easy. I was definitely going to have to look into a heating system where I could adjust different rooms at different settings.

  “Calvin, they say the best thing for heat is to get even hotter. It usually revolves around drinking a cup of coffee, but I think we can do better than that.” He was breathing down my neck and I was tempted to turn to face the object of my desire.

  “Fuck it… I have had just about enough of this.” He lifted me unceremoniously onto the table where the blueprints of this man’s home were currently located. They tore in half when he pulled me towards the edge of the table similar to how he had done the same thing on my bed.

  It didn’t matter and I had already committed them to memory.

  He relieved me of my sports bra and buried his head in my bosom. His tongue was like the feeling of the licks of a flame from a fire. I pressed his face closer to my chest and felt my nipple go into his mouth where he inflicted it with the lashing of his tongue.

  “I knew given the right incentive that you would come around.” He had his hands down my shorts and he found my already wet little hole ready for him. I opened up with the forceful intrusion of his finger. He knew exactly how to elicit the right response by touching me in this way.

  “I don’t care about any silly game. I will gladly admit defeat. In my eyes, there are no losers when it comes to a battle which ends with the both of us sweaty and panting with desire.” I was frantic to get his pants off and I caught my finger in his zipper. It pinched, but the added sensation of pain was running upstream against the pleasure.

  His mouth was not very gentle with my nipples. He was pulling them back with his teeth. The finger was joined with a thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it all the way down behind my knees.

  “Keep doing that and I promise the woman I become will be no longer someone you recognize.” I was still smarting from how my finger had gotten trapped in his zipper. It made me cringe to realize every man had the threat of feeling the very same thing on a different part of their anatomy.

  “I’m counting on it. Go ahead and soak my fingers with your juices. I want to feel the heat running down into the palm of my hand.” I was left on my own for way too long. It was about time I found comfort in the arms of another.

  “I’m going to fucking… why did you stop.” I was so close that I could taste it and then he retreated long enough to drop his pants. His number was up. His Johnson was stiff and showed the kind of reaction from the pleasure he was receiving by finger fucking me.

  “I have to take a look at this.” He came forward, pushing me back on the table while lifting my legs into the air. He pulled those shorts all the way down until they were around my ankles. They fell onto the floor with him taking position between my legs.

  “Give me what you have been dreaming about for these last couple of days. I hope you’re the kind of guy that will allow a woman to find her pleasure first. Do that and there will be no stopping what a woman will do for you in return.” I had nothing but pain and misery in my life. This was a necessary vacation from my profession.

  He rammed the phallic symbol into me with his rough hands underneath me. The table legs were not meant for this kind of abuse. He was all the way in and then he was pulling all the way out. He used his glistening shaft to slap some sense into my clit. I jumped every time he made contact and then he was force feeding me the blunt end of his weapon.

  I wrapped one leg around his waist and forced him closer for a deeper penetration. He was really moving to the same rhythm of our hearts beating inside our chest. I was fueling his need by slapping him across the face. This was a good way to spur him to the finish line like a thoroughbred horse about to win the Kentucky Derby.

  I made sure to rein him in by kissing him while he was moving with reckless abandon. The feeling was sublime. He had the kind of equipment to reach those hidden spots no man had been able to touch before. Some were similar in size, but they didn’t know how to use what they were in possession of. Calvin was ready to deliver a performance of a lifetime.

  “We are definitely going to have to make up for lost time. This game was foolish and it’s so much better when you are fucking me until I’m cross-eyed.” The echo of his body coming in contact with my own was a symphony to my ears.

  “I agree with you, Scarlet and maybe I can give you a real reason to wear that moniker.” He was making me believe this was indeed destined to happen between the two of us. Learning this trade wasn’t easy, but he was exactly like me when I first started.

  “I hope you can, but others have tried and failed. I want you to prove me wrong about the ineffectiveness of a man in my life. I want to get fucked like this all the time. I want my clit to throb with a need which only you can satisfy. Come on…put your back into it and don’t stop until you see the whites of my eyes.” He was groaning and grunting like he was dragging himself by bodily force over the finish line.

  “Don’t tease me unless you are ready to back it up. I like a woman with a need that overshadows everything else. This little hole is strangling the very seed out of my balls. The hot honey dripping from your hole down my shaft is having an interesting effect on me.” The ride was spontaneous and there was no predicting when this was going to happen.

  “I’m fucking cumming…” My body betrayed me and my mind short-circuited on the pleasure I was being inflicted with. His body was whipped into submission and his resolve was crumbling like Oreo cookies in the palm of my hand.

  “Yes… cum for me and look me in the eyes when you are doing it” I stared at him with all of my muscles fatigued beyond words.

  The jettison of his release was a profound statement. The only question was the reason why I had given him license to make me a receptacle for his creamy and most desirable hot to the touch ejaculate. I felt every single spurt smacking heavily against the walls of my overanxious sex. There was no evidence when he gave me a breather.

  “I have to say that was better than I expected. You weren’t throwing something at me because you wanted to get back at me for winning this little battle of the sexes.” I lie in a fugue state concentrating on my breathing and listening to everything around me. This was the first time in a long time I had forgotten about the perceived threat over my head.

  “Speak for yourself, Scarlet. That was the best I have ever had and I’m not just saying that to placate you. I gave you my be
st and you kept coming back for more. I should’ve given in long ago. I would’ve gotten over a bruised ego.” The sex was phenomenal and there was no disguising how we could feed on the hunger in each other’s eyes.

  “Normally, I would send you packing the moment you busted a nut.” He was on top of me and the table was taking a beating like nothing before.

  It was nice to be this close and intimate with another human being. In any other instance, the reason for this kind of closeness would be to get close to my subject without then realizing how they had let the wolf in the henhouse.

  “I have to repeat the same thing. Sex was never more than a means to an end. It was always good, but something always remained out of my reach. I never knew what it was until I met you. A woman needs more than a man to pump on top of them for 5 minutes. They want the whole package and you deserve all of it including a happy ending. I don’t think there’s any doubt the both of us have received one of those.” I still had a few days to make the necessary preparations. Time had become something we couldn’t ignore for long.

  The man in question was scheduled to leave the country at the end of the week.

  The feeling of his cream coating the lips of my pussy made me feel like we were connected body and soul.

  “I’m glad that I could give you something you have never had before. There might be something to this white picket fence and the silly grins that I see on people’s faces when they are in love. I actually think about country songs and know what they’re talking about. They never had any meaning until the light switch was turned on with your body supplying the electricity.” This was a man that was not going to be subjugated. We were uniquely qualified to pick up the pieces of our broken hearts.

  “It would be a novel idea to adjourn to the bedroom, Scarlet. I do like that you can be spontaneously convinced to do it anywhere.” I didn’t know how bad I had shown my desperation for human contact.

  The writing was on the wall and I was afraid to read the meaning underneath each word. Love was the common denominator. It seemed like a foreign idea until it was happening to me.

  Chapter five

  It didn’t seem possible and yet there it was mocking me from the trash can. I couldn’t deal with it. I needed to put it behind me until there was a better time.

  “I’m ready whenever you are.” Calvin was outside the door waiting for me to guide him with a helpful hand.

  Revenge had a double-edged sword. It could be a way to finally breathe easier or it could leave you with haunted memories. I wasn’t sure which side he was going to fall on, but we were about to find out.

  “I lost my innocence a long time ago. Tonight is your time. I will be gentle, but you will lose your cherry. I could do this for you, but you have insisted on being the one to pull the metaphorical trigger. I can respect that. I can even understand and empathize.” The last couple days, between marathon sex sessions, I had told him the vivid details of my own cross to bear.

  “I saw the look in your eyes when you told me about killing those three people. It broke you inside, but you became stronger because of it. You might have lost a piece of your soul, but you gained a whole lot more. Don’t forget that.” I hadn’t thought of it that way.

  I was better off exacting my form of revenge on those who had wronged me and had gotten away with it. No one regardless of intimidation was ever going to make me feel like there wasn’t anything that I could do. I wanted to give him the same gift.

  “I’m not looking forward to this, but I am at the same time. I do have a confession to make.” This was something different and whatever he had to say was keeping him hostage.

  “Are you sure this can’t wait? We only have a small window of opportunity. Let’s not waste it on sappy feelings. I’ve never been comfortable with romantic gestures.” I could see that he was debating whether or not it was important enough to get into.

  “I didn’t get your information on the dark web. We met a couple months ago and you were drinking excessively. You admitted under the influence what you did for a living in not so many words. I was able to read between the lines. We went upstairs and enjoyed an hour of making each other happy.” I was floored and the whole night was mostly a memory that I was never going to regain. It was the anniversary of Jason’s death. I dealt with it the only way I knew how each and every year by drinking myself into a stupor.

  “I don’t want to believe you, but the timeline does work out. One night a year is when I let down my guard. I should be angry, but I’m not. What I remember of that night is barely much of anything. The mistake of sleeping with you and telling you anything is far better than the alternative.” The Dr. had informed me that it had been two months since procreation. I got a second opinion by going to the drugstore and buying one of those home pregnancy kits.

  This was no time to tell him of his impending fatherhood. I knew it was him and there was no doubt in my mind considering I had not been with anybody else without protection.

  “You’re taking this news better than expected. I thought that you were going to throw things and make me hurt in places that I didn’t even know was possible.” It was my first thought, but I knew the bombshell waiting for him was going to be enough of a payback.

  “I live my life by one certain rule. I change the things I can and accept the things I can’t. You should take a page from my book, Calvin. You never know when you are going to be blindsided with information. It can be shocking if you are not prepared for the unexpected.” I was giving him a helpful hint, but he wasn’t on my same wavelength.

  We left the house and he was still scratching his head by how easily I had taken the news.

  I drove all the way there and stopped a couple of miles back. We went the rest the way on foot until we were scaling the stone fence around the property. I made sure to circumvent the security. I had retrieved the code from a well-placed source in the security agency.

  It wasn’t long before we were standing over his bed. There was a feminine form beside him and I silently put her to sleep with chloroform over her mouth. I did the same thing to the killer and he struggled for a moment before the fight ceased.

  Calvin helped me to carry him downstairs to a chair set up in the middle of the room. It was arranged with photographs of his sister. Some of the earlier ones showed the innocent smile, but the last one was of the crime scene.

  It didn’t take long for him to wake up from being medicated. I didn’t give him a high dose, unlike his female companion who was most likely going to wake up with a headache.

  “What do you want? I have lots of money. Name your price.” He was struggling against his bonds, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Calvin moved around him until he was wrapping the cord around his neck. He closed his eyes and pulled back hard enough to give this man the idea death was going to come knocking.

  “I don’t want your money. I want your life and I want you to burn in hell.” I was dying a little bit more inside by the way that he was fighting his natural urges. He wanted to continue, but his mind was trying to overcompensate by letting his conscience rear its ugly head.

  The man was begging with his eyes bugging out of his skull. I couldn’t let him do this. He would never be the same. The father of my child couldn’t live with the burden of somebody’s blood on his hands. I was already broken inside. It didn’t seem fair to make him live the same nightmare.

  I quickly and efficiently went over to him and cracked Calvin on the back of the neck. I turned and fired one quick shot into the back of the killer’s head leaving him to be found by his companion in the morning. Calvin was never going to forgive me. It was a small price to pay for him to keep his soul

  Chapter six

  Waiting for him to wake up was interminable. He finally emerged with a sizable knot on the back of his neck. To make my betrayal more palatable, I was already naked and rubbing my sex up along the length of his shaft. I was leaving a glistening shine along the surface of his delicious looking flesh.

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bsp; “What the hell happened? I want some answers and I think I deserve them.” He tried to move, but it was impossible with the way that I had trussed him up to the bed. The more he struggled the tighter the chains were biting into his ankles and wrists.

  “I was prepared to let you go all the way, but then I realized a small part of you would have died. I hope you can forgive me. I do have a consolation prize.” I showed him the photo I had taken at the scene. It made him smile, but I think he felt cheated in some way.

  “You had no right to interfere in what was rightfully my revenge for my sister. I don’t know what would possess you to do something like that.” I had the answers, but I wasn’t willing to divulge them. He needed to be in the right frame of mind.

  “Be patient. All will be revealed in time. Don’t think about anything besides the way that I’m making you feel.” I sampled the evidence of my arousal coating his shaft. I had him pulling hard and screaming for mercy within minutes of going down on him.

  “You have an interesting way of asking for forgiveness.” The minutes dragged on and I continued to orally satisfy him. I gave him the best fucking blow job he had ever had in his life.

  I felt him about to go off and I continued to pursue his pleasure. I was leaving him with only one thing to focus on. The pleasing way I was servicing him had him bucking uncontrollably against my sensitive lips and very experienced mouth. The hot lava of my spit rolled down to collect at his balls. I massaged them and I could tell from his reaction this was going to get more bang for my buck.

  I never gave up not even when he was shooting into the back of my mouth. It was a delicacy and one that I was going to take my fill of. I favored the flavor having a party in my mouth. I didn’t stop there. It wasn’t enough to give him my mouth. I had to work against his depleted state until he was a victim of circumstance. He probably thought it wouldn’t happen, but I was making sure to work against his natural instincts.