Have My Baby (Dirty DILFs Book 1)

by Taryn Quinn

  “Liar. You did not.”

  “Only when you went out on dates with assholes,” I admitted. “And it was entirely unwitting. I tried to stop it. To not see you in my mind naked and writhing on their sheets, mainly because no one was ever good enough for you.”

  She lifted her chin in challenge. “But you are?”

  The question stopped me in my tracks. A tremor went through my hand and she must’ve noticed, because she gripped it and held it against her cheek. “This is where you say yes. That you’re everything I could ever ask for in a guy. More than. And you fuck like a goddamn champ, even though technically, I don’t know the difference. Just roll with it.”

  The laugh started in my gut, spilling out of me with a freedom that had never occurred with anyone but her. I buried my face in her hair, pulling in deep breaths of her summery scent. It centered me, just as it always did. She was the embodiment of the lake and the town that had been my home for my entire life.

  Memories of the long summer days we’d spent chilling with a picnic basket by the lake—or doing way riskier stuff like joyriding in my dad’s Porsche when he was away—stretched out in my mind, somehow reflected in her eyes.

  She was safety, and home, and family in a way no one else had ever been except my brother. And now she was so much more. That fresh-air-in-a-bottle scent of hers was capable of making my dick hard in an instant. The way she’d tied off her sundress so neatly behind her neck, making me imagine the strapless bra she had on underneath.

  Or nothing. I was voting for nothing.

  Fuck, I had to see. But first…first, I had to make sure.

  Sucking in a breath, I turned around and braced my hands flat on my now-bare desk.

  “What’s—what’s wrong?” Her tremulous question nearly broke me.

  I didn’t want her to ever doubt the effect she had on me for a moment. I’d already fucked up so much with my stupid contract and crazy scheme to have a kid when if I’d just talked to her, explained where my head was at, maybe we could’ve made some decisions together. I’d caused her to think that any attraction I might have in her direction was just based in my wanting to knock her up.

  Truth was, I’d been trying my goddamn hardest not to notice her that way for years.

  Now I didn’t have to shove those errant thoughts away. We were both single. There was no reason we couldn’t do the family thing our own way. With sex and kids and our own rules.

  Love wasn’t a necessary component. At least romantic love. I didn’t see her that way. Of course not. I mean, I loved her, but to love her romantically would be taking a huge fucking risk.

  The biggest of them all.

  “Hey.” She stepped forward and stroked my back, and even in that single touch, she conveyed her growing confidence. Not in general, but in this particular space with me. “You’re running hot and cold.”

  I laughed. “Far from it. I’m so hot right now that I’m amazed I haven’t torn a hole in my pants yet.”

  “So why did you pull back?”

  For fuck’s sake, I knew she was blushing just from that little breathy catch in her voice. I knew so much about her, and instead of that making this boring, almost routine, it made every moment better. Bigger. I wanted to find out everything I didn’t know. How her eyes hazed over as she came, the tremble of her lips just before she went over. The way she’d soak my dick with her release.

  Without a condom between us this time.

  I pressed my palms into the desk, searching for clarity. For restraint. “Every time, it feels like I’m pushing you.”

  I expected her to argue. That’s what she did—what we did.

  Instead she reached around me and stroked my cock through my pants, so slowly that I hissed air between my teeth. “Mmm. You weren’t lying.”

  Christ, that little purr in her throat? Gonna be the death of me.

  She didn’t wait for my affirmation. Her first task was to undo my belt and toss it on the desk, where it hung half off like a waiting snake. The metallic sound of her undoing my zipper seemed loud in my head, competing with the throb of my heartbeat. She dipped her fingers inside, grabbing my shaft through my boxers. I was so hard that just her light grip had my balls drawing up, full and tight.

  I might not plant a baby in her this afternoon, but it wouldn’t be from lack of coming. Holy shit. It was going to happen whether or not I wanted it to if she kept touching me like that.

  As if she heard my thoughts, she pushed down my pants and my boxers and turned me around to face her before going to her knees. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t make a sound. Just watched and waited as she stroked my dick from root to tip and flicked her gaze from mine to my length, over and over.

  It fucking grew in her hand, and she laughed. Softly. Like a damn vixen.

  “Some magic trick,” she whispered a moment before her lips engulfed the tip.

  I grasped the edge of the desk and threw back my head, fighting not to command. It would be so easy to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down my length, but she probably wasn’t ready for that. Her tentative licks and sucks were working a magic all their own.

  “Undo your top,” I rasped. “Let me see you.”

  She kept me in her mouth while she reached up with one hand to undo the tie behind her neck. The red straps fell down and my breath caught as I waited to see if she had on a bra or not. She didn’t. Holy fuck, those gorgeous bare tits had been pushing against the material all along.

  “You went out like this.” I reached down to twist her hard pink nipple and she gasped, her fingers flexing around my dick. “Showing off all this perfection.” I gave her other nipple a twist and pre-cum slipped from the head of my cock.

  Saying nothing, she leaned forward and licked it up. “It’s only for you.”

  “Again.” Her mouth was full of me again, precluding talking, but I didn’t care. As much as I was dying for her to suck my cock until I spilled myself in her throat, I had to hear her say it. “Say it again,” I demanded, hooking my hands under her arms. She barely had an instant to release my dick before I drew her to feet. “Say it,” I repeated, latching my mouth onto her tight little nipple and pulling it between my teeth.

  Her moan made my erection lurch into the softness of her belly. But I didn’t stop working her nipple, using teeth and tongue. She writhed against me as I pressed my hand between her legs, right through her dress. “Gonna walk out of here with a wet spot so everyone knows?’

  Her hips pulsed, driving her covered pussy against my hand. I couldn’t wait another second. I dragged the dress down her body, letting it pool on the floor around her red sandals. She wore only a scrap of white panties, and yes, they had a telltale wet spot right in the center.

  I growled. All for me.

  It was my turn to drop to my knees. Locking my gaze on hers, I licked that damp spot again and again, groaning as her taste filtered through the fabric. Sweet. So sweet. Peeling the material away from her swollen lips, I flicked her clit with just the tip of my tongue. She whimpered, swaying on her heeled sandals until I banded an arm around the backs of her thighs to keep her still. Taking off her panties would require too much time but I had to have her. Opening my mouth over her pussy, I ate at her like the starved man I was. The man she made me. Her legs trembled so I hauled her closer. Impatiently, I yanked at the thin material, almost as shocked as she was when it gave way. I shot her a glance and her wide eyes tore a laugh from my chest as I tossed the strips aside.

  That laughter ended in her moan as I resumed my task.

  When the angle wasn’t good enough, I rose and picked her up, setting her on the desk. I kissed her, slanting my mouth over hers as I yanked up her legs, placing her heeled feet on the edge. Spread open obscenely in front of me, the tatters of her panties still guarding part of her pussy, she shivered. And I looked my fill, drawing my fingertip through the wetness she was making for me.

  “Say it again,” I said as her dazed eyes lifted to mine. “Tell me who this belong
s to.”

  “Seth, please.” She bit her lower lip. “God, it’s you. It’s always been you. Okay?”

  Her breathless, annoyed words slashed through the roar of blood in my head. Always.

  Yes, fucking always.

  I dipped my head and cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing it so the nipple stood taut and proud. Then I licked my way around it as she dropped her head back, her long dark hair trailing over the desk. Brushing my knuckles over her soaked slit, I found her clit, so hard and full and pulsing lightly under my touch. I circled it again and again while I sucked on her breasts, switching my attention from one to the other. Her whimpers grew and I slipped my fingers lower, pushing them inside. All the way in. She lifted her hips off the desk, her thighs falling open even wider.

  A sterling invitation.

  I bent to lick her, sealing my lips around her pulsing clit as I rocked my fingers in and out. She grabbed my hair in her hands, pulling me against her without shame. That just turned me on more. Barely aware of it, I fisted my throbbing cock in one hand as I lapped at her pussy and she gasped, making me lift my head.

  She was watching me jerk my cock, honey eyes wide. Fuck.

  “Like this?” Regretfully, I slid my coated fingers out of her pussy, swallowing a groan at the way her body clutched at me. I slicked those wet fingers over the side of my dick, making it jump. Ally’s eyes ate up the wet trails I left behind. “So wet. Gonna get even wetter before I get inside you.”

  “Not possible.” She was staring at my hands, watching me work my length. “You look bigger in daylight.”

  “Thanks. I think.” I had to laugh again, even if it hurt. Christ, even that movement had my erection stretching farther up my stomach.

  “Oh, it’s definitely a compliment.” She licked her lips and my balls tightened. “Your cock is beautiful.”

  “Beautiful, huh?” I undid my shirt and dumped it on my chair before following instinct and grabbing her hand and bringing it back to my cock.

  She didn’t balk. Far from it. Together, we stroked my erection until I was panting. “Fuck, I gotta have your pussy. But first...”

  Holding her gaze, I grasped her fingers firmly in mine and brought them back between her legs. She pulled back slightly but I kept my hold steady until she relaxed again. Slowly, I rubbed her clit with our joined fingers. Her wetness seeped between them and she let out a few broken breaths, not quite moans but almost. Her thighs shook. “Seth,” she whispered.

  Already I was learning her tells. “Yes. Come on our fingers.”

  She licked her lips and dropped her head forward, her long hair tumbling over her gorgeous tits as her chest rose and fell. Without my prompting, her fingers sped up and she lifted her head, her pupils flaring before she closed her eyes and her hips rose from the desk.

  She came silently, her body shuddering and her pussy contracting beneath our fingers. And it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

  Before she’d even stopped spamming, I gripped my cock and lined it up with her slit. She registered the movement and opened her eyes, letting out a gasp at the nearness of my erection to her pussy.

  Bare. No condom this time. I was going to spill myself inside her, intentionally.

  Fuck, my dick was rock-hard just imagining it.

  “You’re sure?” I murmured. “You want me to come inside you naked. Want me to fill you up with my cum.” It was probably cheating to stroke my cock, knowing how it affected her, but she couldn’t nod fast enough.

  “God, yes. Want all of that...inside me.” She rubbed her damp fingers over her mouth and I lurched in my fist. “Please.”

  “Suck them,” I said, and she edged the tip of one inside. That red nail dipping just past her lips as her lashes fluttered and her tongue sneaked out. “Taste your pussy like I did. So fucking sweet.”

  She whimpered and drew the finger deeper. Then I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, tasting the finger she hadn’t yet, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and slammed home.

  “Goddammit,” I hissed, registering her broken moan. “Still so fucking tight. Are you okay?”

  Eyes wild, she nodded. “Yes. So full. Fuck me.”

  I pulled her finger out of my mouth and pressed her hand to the desk. “Better reach back and hold on.”

  She did as I asked and I slid my hand up her leg, gripping her thigh to drag her closer. Hooking her ankle over my shoulder, I wrapped her other leg around my waist. Swiveling my hips, I let her get used to the feel of me inside her for another moment - bare, finally bare - before I drew back and slammed home, rocking the desk on the floor. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and pressed the wrist of the other against her mouth to stifle her sounds as I pulled back and did it again, over and over. I leaned forward, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, pushing her hand away to smother her cries with my mouth as I fucked into it her until she was shaking with the need to come again.

  I was way fucking past the point.

  She gripped me like a fist, squeezing me past my endurance until I had to switch positions or end this right now.

  I shifted her opposite leg to my waist and picked her up, holding her on me, lifting her up and down with every thrust. She clung to me, her kisses biting, her moans spilling out like the liquid coating my cock. I could hear each stroke. Smell the scent of us together like the sweetest, dirtiest perfume.

  Ours.

  Hating to break our connection for even a second, I withdrew and set her on her feet before spinning her around so she faced the desk. I pushed her down and cupped her perfect ass in my hands, tracing that silky pucker between her cheeks while she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out.

  And I plunged.

  There was no hiding her moan this time. It seemed to fill the office, or maybe it was just my head. Either way, as I pulled back and drove home again, that sound spurred me on. I needed to hear it again when she soaked my dick. Hell, while we soaked my desk. I wanted every dirty drop inside her, but I wanted the proof on the place I worked every day too so I could never forget.

  She was mine. Always had been mine. Now I was going to fill her up with my release.

  Scooping her up, I reached around her to rub her clit. Hard, fast. She scrabbled to hold onto the desk and bucked back against me, her ass bouncing. “Come with me,” I grated out.

  “Going to.” Her ragged response had me hauling back and shoving deep as I circled her clit.

  She splintered apart around me, and I couldn’t hold on. I managed to pull out once more and sank home while she was still coming, her relentless spasms milking my cock. I turned my head and bit her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh as my hips flexed and I squeezed out every drop into her giving pussy.

  “Oh shit.” She slapped her hand against the desk once, twice. “Tapping out.”

  Groaning out a laugh, I pulled out of her. “Don’t move.”

  “Not gonna. Can’t.”

  As carefully as possible, I gripped her hip and turned her over, hoisting her legs high. She gaped at me.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Keeping my cum inside you.”

  She threw an arm over her eyes, chest still heaving. Her tits were distracting as fuck, and my supposedly used up dick was already waking again. “That’s not necessary, is it?”

  “Can’t be too careful.”

  “Good to the last drop,” she muttered, and I laughed.

  10

  Ally

  I’d just let a guy come inside me, and he was now out in the receptionist’s area, discussing lunch with his secretary.

  He had a secretary. The guy I’d just fucked to make a baby.

  A baby, for God’s sake, when I wasn’t even entirely sure how to make Eggs Benedict. That logic didn’t fully track, but it did for me. I had cum running down my thighs—so much for your legs up trick, Hamilton—and the dude I’d banged like a drum was ordering me a salami sub. Sweet, really, since it was my favorite.


  Holy crap, I had to get out of here. First, I had to get to a bathroom.

  My gaze swung wildly around the office. Spotting a closed door, I let out a breath. Of course he had a private bathroom. I bent to gather my discarded dress. Not panties, since they were destroyed. Good thing they were a Walmart special and not La Perla. Not that I actually owned any La Perla, but—

  Panic babbling had officially overtaken my brain. I wasn’t as weirded out by this whole thing as I was the first time we’d had sex—God, we were on multiples now—but the addition of procreation followed by shared salami definitely was upping the strange factor.

  I needed to get cleaned up and get out so I could think without those sexy chocolate brown eyes unraveling me. Was that so much to ask?

  After tugging up my dress and tying the straps behind my neck, I reached for my purse and cleaned up as quickly as I could with the single tiny tissue—fine, cocktail napkin—inside. Then I carefully walked on my tiptoes to the bathroom, more to remain as tidy as possible than to hide my escape. Tiptoeing wasn’t particularly easy in heeled sandals, but I was used to a number of foot tricks to distract myself from long hours waiting on tables. Prancing sideways to that closed door like a polo pony, however, was a new one.

  I grabbed the doorknob and ducked inside, shutting my eyes on a grateful breath. Even having another door between us was a relief. Harder for him to work his magic on me through multiple layers of wood.

  Then I opened my eyes and discovered the supposed bathroom was a dusty storage closet.

  “Shit.”

  No private bathroom meant I had to leave the office and slip down the hall. Which might not be so bad if Shelly wasn’t at her desk, but since he’d been talking to someone out there, chances were good it was her. And oh my Lord, the humiliation. She had to have heard everything Seth and I had done. We weren’t exactly quiet. I’d tried to be, but this was all new to me and I guess good sex meant making a lot of noise. Then again, maybe it was just as Seth had said—he didn’t mind if others heard. Was that his kink?