SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  His cock and his fist are an inch away from my face. I can smell his manliness, the scent filling my nostrils in a delicious way.

  David places his strong hands gently on the sides of my head, digging them into my hair, which is becoming more undone with each passing minute, slowly guiding my head towards his cock.

  But I thrust my head forward, ignoring his guiding hands, and his cock enters my mouth.

  He chuckles deeply as I almost gag on his massive cock, which hits the back of my throat, completely filling my mouth. If it felt thick in my hand, it tastes even thicker.

  I pucker my lips, tightening them around his shaft.

  I’m vaguely aware in the back of mind that I have absolutely no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t let that stop me or hinder my enthusiasm for his massive member.

  David groans and tightens his grip on my head. He’s bucking his hips now, thrusting his cock into my mouth.

  The air is thick with the scent of his manliness, with sex.

  My dress is still half on me.

  “I want you flat on your back,” he growls at me. There’s a look of intense determination in his eyes. It’s almost a glare.

  At this point, my dress is completely soaked. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been.

  I’m simply dying to feel him inside me.

  If it was this good so far, penetration must be way better.

  I’m panting as I flop myself eagerly down onto the mattress.

  I yank the skirt of my dress up above my legs, pulling it so that it covers my torso, revealing my long legs.

  “Take me,” I say. “Fuck me.”

  It’s so unlike me to say something dirty like that. Or is it? Maybe I’ve just never had the opportunity. After all, it’s not like I can use that line at work or at the grocery store.

  “Not just yet,” growls David, giving me a wicked grin.

  He jams his head between my legs suddenly, but he doesn’t touch my pussy yet. Instead, he runs his tongue along the inner part of my thigh, sending a strange sensation of longing coursing through my body.

  I’ve never experienced anything like this… I’m dying now for his tongue to simply touch me, to simply make contact with my clit, which is intensely swollen, almost to the point of pain.

  Finally, he licks me, a long, broad stroke that seems to savor me, seems to intensely take me in.

  I gasp as his tongue slowly moves across me, finally reaching my clit. It sends shivers of intense pleasure from my toes up to my head.

  But my clit’s as swollen as it’s ever been.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, anxious for his cock.

  “Not just yet,” he says, pausing for a moment.

  His tongue hits me again, this time concentrating on my clit, quick jabs of intense pleasure as he flicks his tongue expertly across me.

  A finger plays with me and slowly enters me, and I moan again and my back arches, my breasts rising towards the ceiling, my eyes closing and my mouth falling open. Sounds are escaping me, but I’m not aware of them.

  I’m lost in a world of pleasure I could have never imagined.

  “I’m going to… come,” I manage to say, fighting the pleasure to speak.

  “Good,” he growls, pausing for a moment.

  I can’t take this brief pause, and I seize his head with my hands and thrust him back down towards me.

  His finger is moving in and out of me, and he’s sucking on my clit.

  The first wave of the orgasm hits me. And it’s not subtle at all.

  It’s more like a tsunami crashing against a cliff of sheer rock.

  It explodes inside me and I cry out. My body contorts like I didn’t know it could and my legs involuntarily seize up, straightening out, as my muscles tense.

  The peak leaves, but the ecstasy doesn’t fade. My whole body falls limp, like a rag doll.

  “Time for the real thing,” growls David, pulling himself up and over me.

  He’s supporting himself on his elbows, his mouth pushed against mine. Our tongues meet and crash, two tidal forces ravaging each other.

  His breath is hot and heavy, his mouth now pushed against my neck. He kisses me.

  I can feel his cock between my legs, the swollen head barely brushing my clit.

  He shifts his weight, moving his hips, running the bottom of his shaft up and down along my clit. I moan softly.

  “This… is no good,” he growls, appraising my wedding dress, the skirt still bunched up over my body and keeping us apart.

  Letting his body fall completely onto mine, his weight making me want him even more, he jams his hands between our bodies, takes the fabric of the dress in the middle, and pulls savagely, ripping it completely in half.

  The beautiful dress falls away from me, torn and fraying, like the shell of some insect that’s about to transform into something beautiful. David pulls it completely out from under me, picking my body up for a moment, only inches off the bed, tossing the remains of the dress off the bed entirely.

  Now I’m entirely naked and I feel all of his warm skin against me for the first time. Our bodies are entwined and connected.

  The dress is the last thing on my mind at this point.

  “I need you,” I pant.

  “I know,” he growls, as the head of his cock enters me slowly.

  It’s just an inch of his cock, but the pain is so intense it takes me by surprise.

  He pulls almost completely out, and then begins to thrust his shaft into me slowly again, this time taking it a little farther.

  I cry out with the pain, and I bite my lip, trying to keep the pain to myself.

  “Shhh,” he whispers to me. “It’s OK. It’s OK.”

  He holds my head in his rough, strong hands, cradling me as his cock enters me farther this time.

  I cry out even louder.

  But the warm feeling of… satisfaction is beginning to accompany the pain.

  It’s like nothing I could have imagined. He’s inside me, filling me.

  David grunts softly as he pumps into me, thrusting his hips with force, bucking them.

  I moan as the pain starts to fade. It never completely leaves, but the pleasure overtakes it to the point that I’m only aware of it as one is of a distant memory, something that’s almost no longer pleasant.

  The long slow strokes become gradually faster until David is pounding into me, fucking me with an incredible intensity. His eyes lock onto mine, his weight pushing against me, his cock entering me, and the second orgasm begins to break.

  I cry out, unaware of my volume this time, not making any effort to hold it back. My cries and moans become part of the pleasure.

  My mind ceases to function as it normally does as the orgasm fills me.

  The world right now is nothing but David and his body and his massive cock.

  His pelvis is grinding into my clit now as he shifts his position, fucking me by coming into and over me a little.

  The peak hits, and my body writhes and contorts like it never has. I’ve never felt anything like this. I think of picking up my head to kiss him, but I can’t even manage it. My body is no longer my own, but the pleasure is.

  David jams his mouth down onto mine, kissing me long and hard, as he pulls out his cock, getting onto one of his elbows, picking his body partly off mine.

  His thickly muscled chest shines with the light of the candles as he pumps his cock in his fist. He grunts as his cock twitches and explodes, his come shooting onto me.

  David

  “Wow,” she says, her voice soft and sultry.

  We’re lying next to each other on the bed, our bodies not touching.

  Two of the candles have gone out, and the light in the room is dimming significantly. Another candle is about to go out.

  “You like it?” I say.

  “I don’t even have the words to…”

  “Don’t even try,” I say.

  “Do you remember when you lost your virginity?”

  I have to la
ugh at this, a deep chuckle that comes out of me uninvited. What an absurd question.

  She suddenly strikes me as incredibly innocent, which is funny, considering that I just took her virginity from her.

  She seems new to the world, and certainly new to sex.

  Now, normally, I don’t even spend a minute in bed with a woman that I’ve slept with. On very rare occasions, I’ve fallen asleep, and gotten out of there as fast as I can. Or, if she passes out from exhaustion (from my intense fucking, is more like it), I just leave her there and move into the next room.

  But I’m on my honeymoon. I know, I know, it’s not a real honeymoon, but it wouldn’t seem right to just leave her here, would it?

  Anyway, it’s my room.

  Plus… I’m hesitant to admit it even to myself, but there’s something… different about her. There was something different about the sex, and it wasn’t just that she’s a virgin.

  My thoughts flit back to her being a virgin…

  I took her. I deflowered her with my massive cock.

  Talk about an ego boost.

  Like you could use one, says a little voice in my head.

  “What are you thinking about?” she says sleepily, hoisting her head up on her hand, her elbow pushed into the mattress.

  Her naked breasts fall at an angle, but remain buoyantly beautiful. Her nipples are perfectly placed, and even in the candle light I can see their delicate color.

  My cock twinges as I look at her, growing slightly, despite just coming.

  “Oh,” I say. “This and that.”

  “Is it weird that we just consummated our marriage?” She smiles as she says it.

  I chuckle. “I’ve consummated a lot of times,” I say.

  Her face starts to fall a little.

  People always talk about the afterglow of sex. Personally, I’ve never experienced that. Sure, I’ve felt powerful and vigorous after sex. I’ve felt relaxed and mildly euphoric, but I’ve never felt that intense connection with another human being that people talk about. Not even with my ex-wife Alicia…

  But there’s something here, something between us. I’m not going to say it’s an afterglow, or anything like it. But there’s a hint of something.

  “You want to go for a walk?” I say, apparently uncomfortable with just starting to feel the hint of something.

  “A walk?”

  “Yeah… they’ve got impressive grounds.”

  “Oh,” she says. She sounds disappointed, but I don’t see why. Who wouldn’t want to get out and see what the hell is around? What’s the point of coming to the Poconos just to stay in a room, however nice it is?

  “Come on,” I say. “You’ll like it. We can see the stars.”

  “You’ve been here before?”

  “Of course,” I say. “How do you think I knew about this place?”

  “When did you come here?” Her voice is quiet but it’s lost some of its delicacy. It comes across as crisp, clear, and cold.

  “Oh, with my ex-wife, Alicia.”

  “And when was that?”

  It’s only now that I realize I could be in trouble. I glance at her face and she’s glaring at me, as if she already knows what the answer is.

  But this is absurd. She’s not my wife. I’m paying her good money to impersonate my wife. And we fucked, but so what? Lots of people fuck, whether or not they’re married.

  But fuck it. I tell it like it is.

  “For our honeymoon,” I say.

  “For your honeymoon?” she says, her voice freezing over. I can almost see the icicles in the air.

  “Yeah,” I say. “But we’re not really married. It’d be one thing if this were real.”

  “So none of this is real?”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she gets up off the bed, crossing her arms in front of her breasts.

  I laugh. “Come on,” I say. “We fucked, but that doesn’t mean we need to have a fight. I don’t really do that.”

  “You don’t do what?”

  “I don’t do the whole ‘couple fighting’ thing,” I say. “The way I see it, we’re business associates, and we happened to have a fling. What’s the big deal? You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

  She doesn’t answer.

  She’s bending over, looking for something on the floor.

  Another one of the candles flickers out, dying. But I can still see her perfectly round ass and her perfectly shaped thigh as she bends over.

  My erection rears its head, my cock bursting to its full length again.

  “Why don’t you come back to bed?” I say. “And I’ll show you some more tricks.”

  “The dress,” she’s saying. “Where’s the dress?”

  “Don’t you want more of my cock?” I say. “Aren’t virgins always hungry for more cock once they get a taste of it?”

  “Don’t talk to me like that,” she says. “Look. Look what you’ve done to this beautiful dress.”

  She holds up the torn dress, which is crumpled. It’s now two completely separate pieces of fabric.

  “I guess I don’t know my own strength,” I say, chuckling. “What’s the big deal? I could buy another one, but it’s not like I’m going to need it soon. It’s not like I’m planning on getting married again.”

  She makes a face that I can’t read exactly, but she turns on her heel and stomps off towards her room.

  She moves so quickly that she extinguishes another candle as she passes it, and knocks over another one.

  I watch her beautiful ass disappear into the darkness of her room, catching a glimpse of the side of her swinging breast.

  She slams the door without saying anything.

  I get off the bed quickly to make sure the candle she knocked over isn’t going to start a fire. Fortunately, it just went out, and the glass base didn’t even break.

  I crouch over the last remaining candles and extinguish them with my fingers.

  What the hell’s she so upset about?

  She’s acting like we’re really married or something. In the morning, I’ll have to remind her that this is a business relationship, albeit with some unexpected benefits.

  Unexpected, though? Who am I kidding? I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. I knew I would fuck her the moment I saw her. I just never imagined I’d be tearing off a wedding dress to do it.

  I fall asleep with my cock aching and stiff.

  The next morning, she knocks on my door before I’m even awake.

  “What is it?” I say sleepily, getting out of bed and heading to the door.

  “I thought you’d want to get an early start today,” she says, her voice muffled through the door. “I know you have a lot to do.”

  I pull the door open, and she’s fully dressed, in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. It almost looks as if she’s doing her best to hide her body, but there’s no way she can hide those curves.

  “I’ll wait until you’re dressed,” she says, her voice not cold, but not warm either. If I had to describe it, I’d say that it’s professional, a little chilly perhaps, but still courteous.

  She moves to close the door again.

  I shrug and grab some clothes off of my leather duffel bag that I’ve had forever.

  I wait until she knocks on the door again, and I just tell her to come in. I’m not going to be opening doors all day long for her.

  “It’s silly after last night,” I say.

  She shrugs. “I realized you were right,” she says. “I was thinking it over, and you were completely right. This is just a business arrangement. And what happened was just a fling between colleagues.”

  “Right,” I say. “You’ve only got one point wrong.”

  She raises her eyebrows at me.

  “We’re not colleagues. I’m the boss.”

  She remains silent as she crosses her arms in front of her. It makes her breasts stick up and out a little, unintentionally, I’m sure. My cock twitches and swells.
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  “I’m the one paying you,” I say. “This is not a colleague situation.”

  “But you said…”

  I shake my head. “I was just being polite. In reality, I call the shots, and don’t forget that.”

  She doesn’t say anything.

  After a delicious breakfast of fruit, bacon, and the finest coffee, the bell men load the bags into the limo that’s waiting for us. We don’t speak during breakfast or the limo ride, which is fine with me.

  I’ve got a lot of business to catch up on.

  The first thing I do, though, is pull out my phone and send a message to my lawyer, asking how things are progressing.

  In reality, I’ve got a team of lawyers, but typically only deal with the most senior partner, a guy named Jonestone, who leads the rest of the team.

  “Looking good,” he writes. “Alicia rescheduled the court case, delaying it by a month.”

  “Looks like she already knows she’s going to lose,” I write.

  “Quite possibly,” he writes back.

  I glance over briefly at Olivia, who’s looking out the window, not doing anything at all.

  “Looks like this job is going to last a little longer than we anticipated,” I say. “You’re going to work another couple months.”

  “Why?” She sounds pissed, somewhat aggressive in her tone.

  “The court date’s been pushed back,” I say. “You’ll need to work until after the court date, so that it’s not suspicious at all.”

  She’s silent for a moment. That seems to be the overwhelming theme right now for her: silence.

  “What about compensation?”

  I laugh. “Don’t you think you’re already getting enough?”

  “It’s plenty,” she says. “But it was for an already agreed upon amount of time…”

  “It was always flexible,” I say, cutting her off. “It’s not like this is a cut and dry deal. The essence of the contract was that you help me win this court case. The stipulated time frame was never set in stone. Trust me, you don’t want to go head to head on me with contractual details. I do this kind of thing all day long.”

  “But…”

  “End of discussion,” I say, and that ends it.