Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Hissing through his gritted teeth, he finally starts to cum; a thick rope of white semen flies out from his cock and hits me straight in the back. A heartbeat after that, his cock starts gushing cum so hard and so fast that strands of it are now crisscrossing on my back and ass, covering both my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel drops of it going down my crack and pooling on my hole, and still he keeps on shooting. I never saw a man cumming this much and, to be honest, I didn’t even think it to be possible. I mean, where the hell does he keep all these gallons of cum?

  A few more spasms from his cock and it finally eases up, the last drops of semen dripping down from his tip to his fingers. Breathing harder than before, he lets go of his cock and with a wild and savage grin on his face, he leans into me. I only realize what he’s doing when he crushes his mouth on my lower back, scooping up the cum that has pooled on my dimples with his tongue.

  I shiver as I feel the touch of his lips and tongue on me, his mouth gliding over my cum-coated skin. He kisses and licks all the way up to my shoulder blades, and then he comes back down until his lips are dancing on the curve of my ass cheeks. I hold my breath as he moves over to my crack, tracing the line between my cheeks with the tip of his tongue. With boths hands on my cheeks, he spreads them wide and then presses his mouth against my hole, jabbing at it with my tongue. I moan as I feel him sucking, his tongue working me as he scoops his own seed, forcing me to close my eyes as a pleasant dizziness settles in my brain.

  Only when he pulls back from me and sits up on his seat, do I realize that I’ve been holding my breath all along. I sigh heavily and, summoning whatever strength there is in my body, I go up and sit next to him. I look at him with a silly smile on my lips, and he smiles back at me; leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine, and I can feel his cum there, the raw manly flavor of it crawling all the way up to my head.

  “You were right… No one ever fucked me like this,” I whisper at him, and he simply smiles, not saying a word. He doesn’t need to. Right now, all words are a mere accessory to the happiness tap dancing inside my heart.

  Apollo Kane, I can’t stop blessing the day our paths crossed.

  40

  Apollo

  My alarm beeps quietly, growing louder by the moment, and the lights in my bedroom slowly turn on, growing a little brighter by the moment. I hate mornings, but at least the architect for my home made it as easy as possible on me.

  I push the button next to my head, the alarm dying away but I hear something else…

  Oh god, it’s Ashley. I blink at her, trying to figure out how she appeared in my bed. I don’t let women spend the night. Ever. After I give a woman (or four) the fucking she wants and deserves, I send her home. My driver knows to take the women wherever they want to go, and give them a gift of a bottle of wine as my thank you to them. It staves off any hard feelings and I don’t have to worry about them mistakenly thinking that I want a long-term relationship with them.

  I don’t do long-term, and I don’t do sleepovers.

  She shoves her hair out of her eyes with a sleepy smile. “G’morning,” she says around a yawn. “What time is it?”

  “6 am.”

  She nods sleepily and then pads into the bathroom for a minute. When she comes back, she’s considerably more awake, and more nervous. I’m flipping through my phone disinterestedly, checking to see how the stock market faired overnight, but I can’t keep my head in the game. I just don’t know what to do with a woman in the morning.

  Finally, I make a decision. I have to get rid of her. It’s what I should’ve done last night but didn’t. My bad, and time for me to fix it now.

  I pull up my messages app and begin to type out a message to my driver when I feel Ashley crawling across the bed toward me. I look up, grumpy from being off my game, from being interrupted while texting, to find Ashley staring at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

  “If you’re anything like me, you’re not sure why the hell I’m still here in bed with you. I should’ve left last night.” She pauses and waits for me to respond. Finally, reluctantly, I nod my head. “Now, you’re probably telling your driver to get his ass out of bed and drive me home and get me out of your hair, right?”

  I jerk my head in acknowledgement. Fuck, I’m not too happy with how this conversation is going. “Well, how about if I make you a deal, Mr. Boss Man?” She runs her hands up my legs, straight toward my cock, and then wraps her hands around its massive width. She licks her lips appreciatively and then looks back up at me. “I’ll suck you off and give you a happy start to your day, if you’ll put your phone away.”

  She’s stroking her small hands up and down my hardening dick and of course, there’s no fucking way I’m turning down a blowjob so I set my phone off to the side and then lie back on the bed. “Let’s see if you make it worth my while,” I breathe, and settle back, my hands stacked behind my head.

  Turns out, Ashley can suck cock like a porn star. Her cheeks are bulging every time she tries to take me into her mouth and even though she can hardly get me into her mouth, she tries gallantly anyway. I begin bucking my hips into her mouth and I can feel my cock sliding down her throat and she’s moaning around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me.

  “Oh yeah, that’s it,” I growl and I grab the back of her head and push her further down on me, wanting all of my cock to feel the heat of her mouth. “Suck it. Suck it hard. You like it, don’t you? You like me treating you like a slut.” She nods her head, her mouth stretched wide around my cock, her moans getting louder by the moment.

  I can feel it begin to gather, the tingling throughout my body. I’m gonna blow, and I’m gonna blow hard. Will she be able to suck it all down? Probably not, but I’ll test her anyway.

  Then I can’t hold back anymore and I push my hips up into her mouth and I’m shooting ropes of cum out of my cock and it feels so fucking good—even better than last night.

  She’s swallowing and licking and swallowing and licking, cum dripping off her chin and onto my stomach but she’s still valiantly trying to catch it all.

  Finally, I collapse onto the bed, finished, and she grins at me, a Cheshire grin and says, “So, Mr. Boss Man, how did I do?”

  “I suppose I’ll forgive you for still being here this morning,” I say expansively and then wink.

  Yes, wink. Who is this guy and where did he come from? I don’t wink at the girls I fuck, and I don’t sleep with the girls I fuck.

  Except for girls named Ashley Miller, I guess.

  “So how does a girl like me get food in a joint like this?” she asks, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her shaved pussy exposed and visible for me to leer over. She seems to have no inhibitions, which makes me think about what I can try the next time I get her prone in my bed. Or in the shower. Or the hot tub. Or the kitchen…

  I feel my cock harden and I pull the sheets over to cover up the evidence. With this buyout still in transition, I have a lot of work to do today, and I can’t fuck Ashley again, no matter how much my cock wants it.

  Ash, watching my movements, knows exactly what I’m doing. She grins at me. “Hey, horn dog, you haven’t told me yet how to get some food to eat.”

  “Pick up the phone and dial 9. My assistant will answer. You can order whatever you want and it’ll be delivered to the front door.”

  “Niiicccceeee…” Ashley breathes out, and then crawls over to the phone, her ass high in the air. She gives it an extra twitch and then looks at me over her shoulder, tossing me a naughty grin.

  But I cut off my responding smile. I can’t. Not this morning. I have shit to do.

  I head to the shower. It’s time to get my game face on.

  41

  Ashley

  The ride to work is weirdly quiet. I mean, this morning has been a little weird, but the blowjob did the trick. We are back to just being fuck buddies.

  Or whatever the hell it is that we are. We haven’t exactly had a discussion about the status of our relationshi
p, for fuck’s sake. I’m happy with where we are, and even if it weirded me out to find myself in Apollo’s bed this morning—I’m sorry, I cannot call him Mr. Kane, not after what we did last night—I got over it. A nice round of sucking cock will do that to me.

  But now…he’s in his power suit and I’m in a totally new set of clothes myself, down to the sexiest pair of red lace panties and bra I’ve ever laid eyes on, and there’s this…gap between us. In his house, we can fuck and laugh and we’re equal.

  At work, though, we’re not. He’s my boss and I’m his employee and he’s busy trying to fire me.

  Or not. I didn’t ask him last night or this morning. I just didn’t want to. We were so happy, in our little bubble, you know?

  But that bubble is burst, and I’m covered in the soapy residue.

  The limo pulls up to the curb and I scramble out, not waiting for the driver or Apollo to help me out. I am my own woman. I can get out of the vehicle without help…

  No matter how nice that help is.

  I push that thought away and hurry in the front doors. Maybe if I put enough distance between Apollo and myself, no one will notice how I got to work.

  Natalie rushes over, ten minutes early to work. Of fucking course. The worst joke someone could play on Natalie would be to delete her complex set of alarms and calendar notifications that rule her world.

  “You…him…you spent the night?” she hisses.

  I ignore her question. “What’s going on?” I ask, looking around the open room. It doesn’t look like anyone is working this morning anymore than they were working yesterday morning. Two days of non-productivity is…not a good thing.

  At this rate, we’re not going to have a magazine to put out this month, no matter what Apollo and the board decides to do.

  “C’mon, everyone else is over here,” she says, and tugs on my hand. I follow her to the group of staff writers, all milling around together, gossiping.

  I look up to find Apollo’s eyes pinned on me. He’s standing over with the managers and…

  There’s hurt in his eyes, just for a moment, just long enough that I think that maybe I really see it and then it’s gone and I think maybe I was just imagining it.

  But no matter what I was or was not imagining, this gulf between us?

  I’m not imagining that.

  A manager—I think he’s a part of the photography department? I’m not sure—steps forward and claps his hands together to get everyone’s attention. Everyone is so tense, it’s like setting off fireworks; he has everyone’s total attention instantly. “Let’s get to work,” he says in a no-nonsense tone of voice. “We’ve all got shit to do.”

  With a grumble, the crowds disperse and everyone heads to their desks. I want info as much as anyone else, so I’ll admit it, my voice is added to the chorus. Fuck ‘em. They need to be upfront with us.

  Even Apollo.

  I push the thought away. I do have shit to do, and it’s about time I do it.

  It’s afternoon and I’m drearily working my way through my third article on lipstick colors in the past two months—sometimes, even I get sick of talking about how to pick out lipstick—when Natalie pops her head over my cubicle divider. “Ready for a break?” she asks.

  I spring up so quickly, my heel catches and I crash to the ground, my chair spinning away and crashing into Fredrick. Just what he needs—encouragement. I awkwardly pull myself to my feet, Natalie absolutely no help to me whatsoever as she laughs so hard, she’s doubled over, and retrieve my chair, giving Fredrick a brief grimace as an apology as I go.

  “Coffee?” Natalie says perkily. I glare. She grins.

  I grin.

  I can’t help myself.

  “Alright,” I grumble, trying to hide my grin but it doesn’t do me any good. Natalie sees it.

  We head down to the staff break room, when I see Apollo head toward me. Well, not toward me, per se, just down the hallway that I’m in, heading the opposite direction as me. He’s probably not heading right at me, right?

  I try to quell my internal blathering and instead shoot Natalie an oversized smile. “So how’s your article on skirt lengths going?” I ask with way too much enthusiasm. She doesn’t even attempt to hide the roll of her eyes but she answers my banal question anyway as Apollo passes me so closely, I can smell his cologne and despite myself, I inhale deeply, even as I’m staring straight at Natalie. My skin is crackling with sexual energy and I can’t breathe but I don’t care. I'm not looking at Apollo.

  Not.

  Looking.

  He’s finally passed me and I can breathe normally again. Natalie, god bless her soul, continues her blathering until we make it to the staff break room, and then shuts the door behind us.

  “Tell me all. Now,” she demands. “If I have to wait one more minute to hear what happened, I just might explode.”

  As she starts the coffee pot with our special blend of shade-grown, organic coffee that we hide in the back of the freezer, away from the editorial department’s prying eyes, I wander around the break room, picking up old copies of Blush and putting them back down again without seeing any of it.

  “Sex,” I finally blurt out. “Lots and lots and lots and oh god amazing sex. Never, in the history of sex, has anyone had better sex than the sex I had last night.”

  Natalie shoves my favorite mug into my hand, filled with dark, rich coffee, and demands, “More. Tell me more. Tell me all. Speak, oh sex goddess of Manhattan. I need something to imagine while fucking myself with my dildo tonight.” At my look, she shrugs. “What? You know I do it. You know you do it. It’s human nature, girlfriend.”

  True dat.

  So I tell her all the gory deets. I mean, all of them. No, I don’t hold back even on that part. What are best friends for, if not to brag about the absolute best night of sex known to humanity? As I’m telling her, I begin squirming with excitement, my panties growing wetter by the moment. God, I really want to replay that scene in the hallway with Apollo, except this time, I tackle him to the ground and fuck him right there.

  Okay, maybe drag him into a broom closet and fuck him there. I don’t want all the girls to know how big his dick is or I’ll have to start using the brooms to beat them all off.

  His dick is mine. And his tongue. And his pecs. And his glorious thighs.

  But most especially his dick.

  Finally, I can’t think of another amazeballs detail to add, and my coffee has grown cold and I don’t even care because I’m high on sex and fucking and Apollo’s magic 12-inch cock and so I dump it down the drain and we head back to our cubicles. Natalie’s telling me in great detail about everything that she was going to have to do with a cucumber that night when we realize that the open work area is quiet.

  Way, way, way quiet.

  I look up and everyone is staring, although thank god not at me.

  John and Vicky are walking out of the conference—yes, the conference room—and there’s tears streaming down their faces as they go.

  It hits me like a ton of bricks and all happiness is gone. My bubble has popped, again, and the soapy residue covering me is starting to get fucking old.

  As they head to their desks to pack up their knickknacks and shit, Apollo walks out of the conference room, along with some other suits, and they head down the hall and he never looks over at me. He never looks at me and he’s walking away and my heart is breaking into a million little pieces.

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  My Naughty Angels

  I want to take a moment to t
hank a group of very special ladies in my life. Without them I would be nowhere so when I say I feel blessed to have them part of my life, I mean that this book would probably not be possible without the love and support that they give me.

  These ladies are my Naughty Angels. At the end of each night, I know I can fly back to the nest that we’ve created together. I’d like to take a moment to thank all of them individually.

  Ida Jolley: I just wanna hug Ida and bury my face in her and then sit with her and veg out drinking scotch and watching Jersey Shore lol. She’s got such a good heart and she says whatever she thinks that I always wake up and wonder with curiosity what Ida’s been up to. Love you babe.

  Joyce Walker: Joyce is the enforcer, lol. At first I was a bit scared of her because she has such a strong personality. But it comes from a place of love and nowadays I feel so safe and protected knowing that Joyce is behind me watching out for me. God bless this woman who makes me feel so comfortable and that I always know I can go run to if someone is mean to me.

  Lisa Boltiador: Is like my owl. I have more inside jokes with Lisa than I ever thought I would have with anyone. Just for Lisa, I’m going to say the following words. Anus. Buttocks. Owl. Old. Speculator. I can go days without talking to her, but like any sister, I can pick up again. Lisa is my brain in terms of the advice and wisdom she imparts - but she will always have a piece of my heart.

  Carla Roman: Carla is quiet, but when she speaks it is prescient, correct, and worth listening to. I know to myself that if Carla suggests I do something, that I should do it. I love Carla because she was there from the beginning, and I would give her anything she asked (or try), but she never presupposes to. Always caring. Always giving. Because Carla knows what she’s talking about, I always listen. If she didn’t she wouldn’t be saying it.