Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  “I like it when you taste all of me.” She pulled her nipple into her mouth and watching her had me so worked up, that I took her other breast and squeezed it, closing my mouth and pulling hard as I came deep inside of her.

  I stayed in her for a while and knew when I pulled away her little pussy would be dripping as much as her perky tits. “Are you happy, Whitt?” She gave me a smile, and I knew she knew the answer.

  “Truly.” I rubbed her belly and felt my son kick. He was a strong one, moving around so much that she often complained that her little rib cage was sore. “He’s moving a lot.”

  “Yeah, he knows Daddy’s stealing his milk.”

  “I’m just making sure the taps work. He’ll have plenty of milk, trust me. And I think you were lapping at it a bit too.”

  “I had to see how it tastes. I read that a mother should taste everything that she feeds to her children.”

  “Oh, so clinical.” I slipped out of her, and sure enough, I glanced down to see a thick trail of my release down her thigh and a few other drips falling from her middle.

  She moaned and leaned forward, laying against me and then she rubbed my spent cock until it began to harden a little more. She dropped to her knees and stroked it, looking up into my eyes. “All this talk about tasting has me famished.” She closed her mouth around my half-aroused cock and sucked it hard. It swelled and filled her throat, and growing harder still with each bob of her head.

  Her hand went down below her protruding belly, and though I couldn’t see, I knew the exact moment her hand was on her clit, stimulating her so much, her eyes closed.

  “No hands, baby. Let me fuck that pretty throat.” She put her hand up on her head lacing her fingers, and I held her wrists and thrust my cock deeper, causing her to choke a little. She smiled as her watery eyes fluttered and I pushed through her spasms relentlessly.

  She was spent by the time I was finished, and I came so far down her throat, she probably couldn’t taste it.

  I scooped her up steadying her on her wobbly legs and then pulled a towel around her, drying her to keep her warm.

  “I’m so sleepy, Whitt.”

  “I’ve taken a lot from you,” I said, looking down to her nipples which had stopped leaking.

  “Hold me?”

  “Always, baby.” I put my arm around her waist and walked her to the bed and tucked her in beside me, cradling my two babies close. I planted a kiss on her shoulder and soon her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.

  My hand on her stomach rose as my son kicked, and I patted the space to soothe him too. “Take it easy on your mother, son; she needs her rest.”

  My blood pumped as pride bloomed through me. I had a son on the way. A big bouncing baby boy and now my life was complete. I’d raised a beautiful, strong daughter, and though it wasn’t easy at times, I’d never change a thing. Now I’d get the honor of a son, and I’d raise him to be a strong young man. My future seemed more promising than ever, and it was strange that it wasn’t money or success that had given me the feeling, it was love.

  “Happy birthday, baby.” I kissed her hair and snuggled her closer wondering how I ever got so lucky to have someone as beautiful as her. She was my whole world.

  Bonus Chapter

  Gemma

  My morning had been the strangest I’d had in a long time, and that’s because I never expected to walk in on Lila and Daniel having sex. The worst part was that I’d not only walked in on the most opportune time, but I had made eye contact with them both before apologizing and heading back downstairs.

  I’d spent the day not only remembering Daniel’s cock but what he was doing with it. So, I tried my best not to make eye contact again.

  “I’ll call you,” said Lila to her father. “I’ll call you too.” She gave me another apologetic look and then hugged me as she and Daniel headed out the door.

  “I’ll miss you, and I’m sorry.” I brushed her hair back, and she cut a nervous glance toward her father and hurried out and to her car.

  “Was it me or was that awkward? Makes me wonder what Daniel’s up to. And what’s with that I’m sorry business. Did you two girls have a fight or something?” Whitt was grasping at straws, and even though he’d had a good heart to heart with Daniel, I knew that it would all take some getting used to.

  The happy couple had come to visit, and while Lila and I went searching for maternity clothes, Daniel and Whitt had gone golfing. They had plenty of things in common too, and I think the weekend had gone better than he’d expected.

  “You’re looking for reasons to not like him. He’s good guy.” I felt the blush rise to my cheeks.

  “What’s that about? You seem a little frazzled; have all day.”

  “I am not frazzled; I’m just—

  “Not telling me everything. What’s going on, Gemma?” His voice was steeped with concern as he put his hand on my arm. “Is it the baby? Lila’s?

  “No, now don’t start overreacting, it’s really nothing. I had an embarrassing moment, and I’d rather not discuss it.” I couldn’t discuss it, not with him. Not when it had to do with his own daughter and her sexual appetites.

  “Tell me, Gemma.” He pointed at the door. “They were here a short weekend, and you’re already keeping secrets for her. I want to know what happened.”

  I gave him a sympathetic look. “No, Whitt. You don’t want to know. Trust me.” I gave him a wide glare, and his mouth dropped open.

  “In my house?” He looked to the door as a muscle in his jaw feathered, and his nostrils flared. “You’d think that dirty bastard would keep his hands off my little girl for two fucking days.”

  “I told you, you don’t want to know.” He turned back to me and narrowed his eyes.

  “She told you about it?”

  “I saw it.” I knew that was going to get a response.

  “It!” He stepped closer.

  “Yes, it. Daniel’s manhood.” My face reddened.

  “How’d that happen?” He crossed his arms.

  “On accident. I went up to the suite, and they were in Lila’s room. She was kneeling, and he was—

  “I don’t want to know.”

  “No, you don’t.” He also didn’t want to hear that I’d walked in right in time for the money shot or that Daniel’s cock had been tied up and so had Lila.

  “Do you two talk about us?”

  “We have.” I shrugged.

  “Our sex life?” He put his hands on his head and glared at me. “What would you tell her? She’s my kid.”

  “Everything. I told her how big you are. How good you feel in me. The way you taste.” I was lying out my ass. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and then he suddenly narrowed them as he realized I was kidding.

  “You’re not funny. You can’t tell her about it. And you let her know I don’t want that pervert pawing at her when she’s home.”

  “She’s pregnant, Whitt. Not only that, but we did it while they were here.” I raised a brow and stepped closer, wrapping my arms around him. The sex we’d had the night before had been soft and sweet as we tried to be as quiet as possible.

  He scratched his stubbly chin. “Still. They’re guests, and we weren’t doing it behind doors with no locks.”

  “I guess they assumed we’d knock.” I shrugged.

  “I don’t knock in my own house, and she knows it. She’s lucky I didn’t walk in and see that. I would have lost my shit.” If he only knew.

  Lila had told me all about her and Daniel and how they loved adding kink to their sexual experience. From what she’d told me, I’d only seen a small part of the things they liked. But that was all before I’d started seeing her father.

  Now when the topic of sex came up, she’d turn red and change it immediately and I’d never tell her a thing about Whitt and me.

  “Let’s change the subject, please. Did you two girls get much accomplished?”

  I shook my head. “Well, we both realized we have a way to go before we need some thin
gs, so we’re planning another trip once we start showing more.”

  “So, the damage was minimal?” He’d give us an allowance and even though we hadn’t bought the maternity clothes, we’d still went over.

  “Not exactly. We had lunch, visited a spa, had ice cream and then went shopping for clothes that fit us now.” Just the thought of the ice cream had my mouth watering for more. Good thing I’d bought a gallon. I had a date with a spoon already mapped out in my mind.

  “Gemma.” He gave me a disapproving stare. “I gave you control of the card for a reason. Lila spends too much money on things she doesn’t need.”

  “Well, we went to this cute little lingerie shop, and I found something I thought you might like.”

  “Go upstairs and put it on. Meet me by the pool.” He popped me on the ass, and I felt the heat blossoming all through my core as I turned and headed upstairs. I’d been eager to show him my new baby doll all day, and I hoped he’d like it.

  Thankfully, the house staff was away, and there would be no prying eyes on me. I was a tad uncomfortable in my skin with the new little bump that had formed at my belly, but the baby doll cut was perfect for hiding it.

  I walked downstairs and went outside just as the last ray of sun went down below the horizon. Whitt was lounging in his shorts by the pool; his legs dipped in the water up to his knees. He turned and smiled. “You look beautiful, Gemma. My little baby doll.”

  “Yes, I remembered how much you like them.”

  “I do, but I want you to take it off and lay it across the chair.” He gestured to the chair a few feet away, and I untied my straps and let the soft fabric fall to the ground.

  The night wind tickled my mound, and he stretched out his hand and curled a finger to come forward. I hurried across to be near him, and he took my hand, helping me down the steps beside him into the water.

  “It’s so cold.” My nipples hardened, and they were still so very sensitive from the pregnancy.

  “You’ll warm up. I want you to come over and suck my cock.” I looked up, and he had his cock pulled out of his shorts, it’s tight veiny flesh pumping in his hand.

  “Yes, Mr. Porter.” I smiled wide and eased across the water to take him into my mouth. I had to rest my arms out of the pool, but I managed to hold myself up and work him all the way down to the base of his thick erection.

  “Give my sac some attention, baby. It’s aching so bad for you. It has been all day. Being quiet last night was a torture.”

  “Mm.” I looked up into his eyes as he put his hand on my head.

  “Did you like what you saw, Gemma?”

  I searched his eyes not sure if he meant what I thought he meant. There was no way he wanted to talk about Daniel. I shook my head and lifted a shoulder while steady sucking him.

  “It’s okay to tell me, Gemma. I know you couldn’t help but see. It’s like that time when you were younger. Such a nosey little girl in the most opportune moments. Tell me if you thought it was impressive.”

  I was afraid of how to answer, not wanting to make him angry and not wanting to hurt him.

  “Tell me. I want to know while you’re sucking me. I want you to think about what you saw.” I got an image in my head of Daniel standing there. I’d blocked Lila out, knowing it was too much to imagine; too taboo. But Daniel, he wasn’t even family yet. I thought of his thick, muscular thighs and his swollen cock which he worked with an angry look on his face as he beat it hard and come shot out. I’d seen it all, but I couldn’t tell him. “Did it make you hot, baby?”

  The experience had been so awkward and unwelcome that it wasn’t hot, but I had to admit that Daniel’s appeal was understandable.

  I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes. “Yes.” A slow smile spread his lips, and he pushed me back and slipped down into the pool, taking me in his arms.

  “I always want you honest with me, even when it’s not the most comfortable situations. We’ll use it to our advantage.” He pressed against me, pulling me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around him noticing my little pooch was getting in the way. But then, as he slipped his cock into me, I realized being forced at that angle away from him was actually quite amazing. His cock hit right against my g-spot, and as he began to thrust, I curled my toes and whimpered.

  “That’s right, Gemma. It made you hot, didn’t it? You should have come and found me. I would have fucked that image right out of you pretty head.” He growled and rutted deep, his shaft grinding my spot until I came apart around him. Relentless, he stroked it harder and faster and pounded me so good. And then his release shot into me, hard and I felt the heavy load as hit my depths.

  “I want you to make love to me like you did last night,” I said whispering against his wet, beaded flesh.

  “Mm. Like this?” He closed the distance and brought his mouth down on me as he slipped his cock in and out nice and slow. “I’m not done with you yet, Gemma Cassidy.” Hearing my full name on his lips was strange, and I couldn’t remember the last time he’d said it.

  “I wonder if you’ll ever call me Gemma Porter?” I gave him a sideward look, and he nodded.

  “Marry me, and we’ll see.” I gave a soft laugh, but only because I’d somehow always known his proposal would be a demand. Whitt Porter didn’t ask often. “I’d love to. When?”

  “I think we better stick with long engagements, but I’ll tell you this, I want to be your husband before the baby comes.” My heart ached with joy as tears splashed my cheeks with hot tears, much warmer than the pool water.

  “I wasn’t asking for a proposal, but I’m so glad I got one. I love you, Whitt. I can’t wait to be the mother of your child and watch him grow together. We’re going to be good parents.”

  “You’re going to be an amazing wife and mother, baby.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, this time taking my lips with intent and determination as his cock swelled inside of me. And before we’d even finished, we’d started again.

  The End.

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  Friends with Benefits (Sneak Peek)

  Chapter 1

  Steven

  From my spot at the bar, I had the perfect view of the dance floor below. I sat with my back to the bar, my elbows lazily draped on its surface behind me. Beside me, my buddy Chance was ordering us another round of beers. While he paid the bartender—a tall blonde with arms jingling in gold jewelry—I scanned the dance floor and took note of all the scantily clad bodies that were just begging for me to approach them.

  A young woman with short black hair and red lipstick caught my eye. Her skin glowed blue and pink beneath the flashing lights of the club, and she gave me a sultry smile and a small wave. I returned the gesture with a slight nod of my head and looked up and down the length of her body. Her long legs led to an ass that was hard not to stare at. She wore a short leather skirt and a black lace top, and her cleavage was whispering sweet nothings to me. She turned sideways, her eyes still locked on mine, and began twisting her hips in a tantalizing rhythm to the music.

  Chance nudged my elbow and passed me a beer.

  “Thanks, man,” I said, turning to my friend and tapping the neck of my beer bottle against his.

  Chance spun around on his barstool and assumed the same position as me. “Spot any hotties worthy of your prowess?” Chance asked, shooting me a smug look before nodding his chin toward the dance floor.

  “Perhaps,” I said, searching for the short-haired girl who had captured my attention. I couldn’t find her.

  The club, Dante’s, was busier than usual. There were so many bodies packed into the place that the black velvet curtains covering the brick walls were nearly impossible to see. For a long time, the building had been used as a bakery, and the new owner had flipped it into a club. He hadn’t wanted to remove the old masonry on the walls, as the bricks were almost seventy-five years old, so he opted to cover them with plush fabrics instead. It gave the place
a very gothic, intimate vibe when it wasn’t lit up with flashing neon colors and strobe lights.

  There was suddenly a hand on my knee.

  I turned to meet a pair of sharp green eyes beneath dramatic black eyebrows. It was the short-haired girl from the dance floor. Her red lips were curled up in a soft smile, and she was standing with one hip cocked to the side, giving her body a sensual curve that sent a shock of excitement straight to my groin.

  “Hi,” she purred, one of her fingers tracing a circle on my thigh. “Would you like to accompany me to the bathroom? A man like you doesn’t come around often, and I want to take advantage of,” she scanned me up and down, and her green eyes burned, “all of you.”

  I wasn’t the sort of man who ever needed to be asked twice. In fact, I usually didn’t have to be asked at all. This was a nice change of pace. I stood and took her hand in mine, winked deviously at Chance, and strode determinedly toward the restrooms. I led her through throngs of people dancing in clusters along the way. Most of them parted to make way for me; this was something I was used to. I was taller than almost anyone in the club, and I had been told on numerous occasions that I possessed a certain presence. Upon asking for clarification, I had been informed that I had the air of a man who shouldn’t be fucked with. I used this to my advantage, always.