But he didn’t care. He steered me into a darkened entryway and pulled us behind the cover of a particularly large pillar. He looked me over, his eyes lingering over my curves, going up, down and then back up again over my body.
“So,” he breathed against the skin of my neck. “What’s the drink special tonight?”
CHAPTER THREE
Luke
I could tell that she still hadn’t seen me, she was so engrossed in the baby. Alana looked happier than I’d ever seen her. Well, maybe except when I was fucking her. My male ego liked to think that she was most satisfied when her body was impaled on mine, but I knew the happiness she had now was a different kind.
She was dressed in threadbare clothes, but her natural beauty gleamed like a star. Her lips were pink and delicious, pursed as she continued blowing kisses to the baby. I could see a little hand tugging on a long strand of blonde hair as gurgles and cries of “Mama!” reached my ear.
I advanced, waiting for the blonde to notice. When my shadow fell across the stroller, she finally turned her head, shading her eyes to see who was blocking the light. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she panicked, immediately pulling the baby out of his seat and cradling him tightly in her arms.
What the fuck? I was a spurned man, but I was hardly a child molester. There was no reason to think I was going to make off with her child.
But the baby turned suddenly, his hat falling off of his head, and I saw the features of … a child who was unmistakably mine. The boy had the same raven hair as me, the same grey eyes, except his were innocent and wide, while mine were filled with shock and anger.
The blood rushed through my body, pounding like a drumbeat in my head. Fists formed and I could hardly keep myself from slapping the bitch. Only the baby in her arms stopped me from physically harming the fucking whore. Alana had had my baby in secret, and kept him from me for the first year of his life! The fucking bitch had been pregnant when she’d left me and chosen to raise the baby on her own. It hadn’t been easy, judging by the used clothes both she and the baby wore. I was gratified though, to see that my baby looked healthy and well-fed. He had pink cheeks and even now smiled at me, his chubby fist stuck in his mouth.
“What the fuck …?” I growled. “You have some explaining to do.”
“Luke,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you lived in this building complex.”
“I just moved,” I replied. “I wanted to get rid of that apartment that was our fuck-palace, do you remember?”
Her cheeks colored. For the time we’d been together, “fuck-palace” was an accurate description of my old apartment. It was large, sumptuous, and we’d probably spent 80% of the time in my bed, my cock buried deep in her delicious body, teaching the virgin all about love and lust. And she’d been an outstanding student, her nubile body responding naturally and immediately to me, her breasts and pussy coaxed to full womanhood.
Alana grasped the baby even closer to her, but I wasn’t about to be deterred. I reached over and put my hands under the baby’s armpits.
“Let go,” I commanded.
“No, Georgie’s scared of strangers, he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know,” she rushed.
“And whose fault is that?” I growled. It enraged me to realize that I was a stranger to my own child. I wouldn’t let go of him and he started to squirm, sensing the animosity between me and his mom. He squealed slightly, his face scrunching up. Trying to prevent a tantrum, Alana let go and let me hold my son for the first time.
Embracing him was like coming home, the child trusting and surprisingly heavy in my arms. Georgie wasn’t scared of me at all. Instead, it was I who was scared of him. As I looked into his eyes, my heart plummeted off a cliff and I knew I was a goner. He smiled toothlessly at me, and I could literally feel my heart go pitter-pat as the baby gurgled with joy.
I held him close, careful not to squash the child in my arms. He was my flesh and blood, undeniable evidence of mine and Alana’s lust … if not love.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alana
My baby looked so happy in his father’s arms. There was no denying Luke’s paternity. They had the same dark hair and grey eyes, with long black lashes, except Luke’s were spiked and angry-looking, whereas my baby’s lashes were long and soft, fluttering over his chubby cheeks.
Luke turned to me with thunder in his eyes.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he spat, his eyes shooting lightning.
I stayed mute. There was no right answer, and I looked down at my hands.
“Answer me!” he raged, holding Georgie tighter. The baby started to wail, distressed at the bad vibes surrounding him. I instinctively reached for him, and this time Luke let me take him in my arms, cradling my sobbing baby boy.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, Mommy’s going to take care of you,” I soothed.
“The hell you are!” spat Luke. “I don’t care what rich boyfriend or husband you have, but this child is mine and I’m going to raise him,” he growled.
Luke didn’t know that I had no one … it was just me and Georgie in the world.
“I don’t care if you’re the mistress of a fucking czar, you’re fucking relinquishing custody of my child immediately,” he raged on the playground.
“Luke, please,” I pleaded. He was a rich man, and I knew I didn’t have the resources to fight him in court. “Remember how it once was between us ….” My voice trailed off.
He glared at me, his brows drawn as if remembering. Our time together had been so sweet, so arousing, the one and only time I’d fallen in love in my short twenty-two years. And the way he was looking at me now, all dark clouds and thunder, reminded me of the virile, stormy, passionate man I’d fallen for … and was still head over heels in love with.
CHAPTER FIVE
Luke
Goddamn her! Of course, she had to remind me of our past, as if I’d ever forgotten the sweet, innocent blonde who’d trustingly given herself to me. After dragging her into the darkened hallway of that cursed reception hall, I’d taken her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe, nubile body.
Possessively, my hands ran over her curves, not even bothering to introduce myself. I nibbled her neck, holding off from taking her lips. Her flesh was sweet, her aroma enticing, like wildflowers on a spring day.
She’d moaned in my arms, arching her back and pushing her breasts deep into my chest. Her jugs pressed maddeningly against my pecs, and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. Without hesitation, I reached through her vee neck blouse and pushed her bra down, baring a pink nub for my delight. I descended on her breast, suckling hungrily, rolling the nipple with my tongue like a piece of candy. She was delicious, 100% womanflesh.
She moaned quietly in my arms, trembling delicately. My little wildflower was innocent and new, pure and sweet as springtime.
Horny that I was, I needed to get into her asap. I drew her deeper into the shadows of the reception hall before tearing at her blouse, buttons clattering onto the floor. Her mounds were creamy and large, overflowing the lacy demi-bra. With a moan, I pushed the cups down and the jugs sprang out, begging for my tongue. Never one to resist temptation, I took as much breast flesh into my mouth as possible, suckling the ripe, creamy mounds. I rolled my face in her tits, losing myself in the sensation of being engulfed in woman.
Simultaneously, my hand began creeping up her thigh underneath the short skirt she wore. Tantalizingly, the girl had worn a garter and stockings instead of the usual pull-on pantyhose that I hated. I wanted to kill whatever man invented pantyhose. There was nothing as granny-like and cock-killing as the sight of a crotch covered in a web of nylon.
Fortunately, my girl had better sense. Her thighs were smooth and slim above the pucker of her stockings, leading to the tiny scrap of lace that was her panties. I rubbed the crease between her thigh and pussy slowly, teasing my wildflower.
“Ohh!” she sighed, throwing her head back. Her eyes were closed a
s my fingers tickled so close to her kitty.
“Let’s see that beautiful pussy,” I rumbled. I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them aside, baring her beautiful twat. Lifting her skirt, I could see that the lips were pink and engorged, already moist with arousal. Without any hesitation, I plunged a finger straight into her hole, the wet flesh tightly encasing me.
She gasped and her big blue eyes flew open with shock. Could it be…? Was my little girl a virgin? She definitely looked young, but there was no telling at what age girls lost it these days.
Sensing her inability to speak, I resolved to go slow, savoring the delicacies of my little beauty. I eased my finger out of her twat, calming her with sub-vocal hums as I pushed back in, letting her kitty savor its first fingering. With my thumb, I grazed her clit gently, skittering over the small nub of flesh. She gasped, the sensations running in dizzying circles through her cunny.
Wanting to prep her for my dick, I eased a second finger into her twat. The walls of her pussy were tight, slick and wet, maybe even too tight. I could tell that this was going to be a difficult first time, but my dick hardened even more at the thought. Virgin pussy is something that not all men are equipped for, but my penis was more than up for the challenge.
I rubbed my fingers in and out of her twat while working her clit, massaging the nub first up and down, and then in circles. I felt her gush hotly in my hand as her pussy loosened, preparing itself for its first man. I increased the pressure on her love nub, working towards her first orgasm.
It happened unexpectedly. With a sudden cry, my wildflower let loose in my arms, her cunny twitching all over my fingers as her pussy released warm liquid into my hand. Her body seemed to go spineless and she would have fallen over had it not been for my arm around her waist, supporting her as I continued to finger fuck her pussy through its mind-blowing convulsions.
“Thata girl,” I crooned in her ear, licking sensuously at her neck. She tasted fresh and sweet, 100% young, nubile teen. As she came down from her orgasm, I knew it was time to make my move while the pheromones still ran high and her pussy was loose and relaxed. Holding her close to me so that she couldn’t see my dick, I pulled my hand from her kitty with a sweet sucking sound before undoing the zip of my pants. My cock was so big and hard that it literally sprang out, bouncing gently off of her flat tummy.
She stirred in my arms, a womanly intuition telling her that something massive was coming her way. But I wouldn’t let her look down, fearing that I would scare her with my huge girth. Instead, I hoisted her up, positioning her legs around my waist and let my cock circle her little hole, teasing it, tantalizing the soft, hot folds. My dick was drenched with pre-cum oozing from the slit, and rubbing it up against moist pussy flesh only made it drip more.
I pushed the crown into her an inch, and she drew in a quick half-breath, her eyes flying open and finding mine.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you,” I soothed. I edged deeper into her wet channel, fighting my urge to drive forward in one push. She was a virgin and deserved to go slow. Her pussy was so tight, but the flesh inevitably parted over mine, welcoming my dong and cushioning it in her fiery hotness. The blonde shifted uncomfortably in my arms, but I kissed her again, soothing her with deep hums.
I moved my hips forward again, this time easing my cock most of the way in. It bumped against something rubbery and soft, and I pressed forward, engaging the opening to her cervix. It was good to know that I’d be able to shoot straight into her uterus, my virile seed impregnating the beautiful girl.
She seemed to have the same thought simultaneously.
“Oh my god, we’re not using a condom!” she said, her breath rushed and soft. “Please pull out, okay?” she begged.
“Aren’t you on the pill?” I rumbled, starting up a slow rhythm in her body.
She gasped as she replied, the feel of dick moving in her taking her breath away. “No,” she said, shaking her head while riding my cock. “I’ve never been with anyone before,” she said softly.
The confirmation of her virginity was an aphrodisiac, and I felt my dick grow even harder and bigger in her tiny body. I pushed forward insistently this time, and she cried out in combined pain and pleasure. The dicking felt good, but the first time is always hard for a woman, especially for someone as small as her on a big shaft like my own.
I started pumping up and down hard into her, physically lifting her waist up and down so that she was impaled over and over on my massive tool. She loved it, throwing her blonde hair back, her hips grinding against mine, her pussy working itself deeper and deeper onto my tool. I was sure if I went further into her, my cockhead would burst out of her throat, maybe even knocking out a few teeth.
We fucked ourselves closer and closer to the final release, when suddenly orgasm took us both. She clamped down hard on my dick, her wetness engulfing me while I shot liters of sperm into her insides. She screamed, not caring who heard and her twat pulsed around me, pulling my dick hard into her insides and drawing the semen into her beautiful, fertile valley.
As we came to, I felt sated and oddly protective. The little blonde had lost her bra in the process and was wrapped around me, her jugs pressed to my chest. I peeled her off a bit, nuzzling her neck and then lapping at a pink nipple, chuckling as it hardened again.
Her eyes looked at me dumbly, in shock from the amount of pleasure that had just coursed through her veins. Undoubtedly she was a little sore, and my chest puffed out at how difficult it would be for her to walk tomorrow. Her fingers played in the lapel of my dinner jacket tentatively and I lifted her chin with my finger to look deep into her blue eyes.
“Hey,” I said softly. “What’s wrong?”
She averted her eyes, unable to look me straight in the eye. “We didn’t use any protection,” she murmured, and I cursed under my breath. Oh shit! I was supposed to pull out, but oddly, the fact that I hadn’t didn’t bother me at all. It felt right to come in the little blonde’s fertile body, maybe seeding her with my virility.
“It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just once isn’t a huge risk.”
She looked up at me swiftly. “But … I don’t even know your name,” she said softly.
“Oh that,” I laughed. “I’m Luke,” I said with a sly smile and nuzzle to her cheek. “I’d shake your hand, but given our current position, I don’t think we need to shake, do you?”
And her shy smile was all I needed to begin my descent into overwhelming, heart-stopping love.
Read A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother, Part 2 next
Previously, in Part 1 …
The girl I’d called Wildflower had walked out on me two years ago, leaving my bed empty and cold. I’d shuddered in her absence, my body aching as my mind whirled with worthless thoughts. How could she have done this? How could she have walked out on a relationship so caring, loving and mutually respectful? My body ached each night in remembrance of her warm, female heat.
But a chance encounter brought her back to me. Except this time the blonde had a baby in tow … and one look at the child turned my world upside down. His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. And no way was I going to let Wildflower waltz off again without a battle this time … especially with my baby in her arms!
CHAPTER SIX
Luke
It’s hard to understate the first heady days of our courtship. My wildflower was so beautiful, so luscious, so hungry in bed that we spent most of the time locked in my bedroom, her legs wrapped around me as I came over and over again in her petite body.
She was nineteen then, working her way through college as a hostess, and damned if I didn’t feel it was my job to make life a little easier for my wildflower.
After our first initial fuck at the reception, I had been relentless, calling and pursuing her, even persuading her to move into my apartment.
“But I don’t even know you,” she laughed after one particularly satisfying sessi
on in bed. She lay tangled in the sheets, her breasts still heaving, love bites covering her neck and chest.
“That’s alright baby, why bother waiting?” I growled in reply, slowly massaging one of the welts. Instead of feeling bad for putting them there, I was inordinately proud of marking her as my territory. The scratches would disappear in a day, but in the meantime, I loved the fact that she was unmistakably branded mine.
I pulled aside the sheet to examine the insides of her thighs. The love marks were there too, evidence of my lips and teeth, as well as a few where my fingers must have pressed too hard. They moved up her thighs, closer and closer to her kitty, as if her pussy were the final prize.
“But I’ve already signed a lease for an apartment,” she murmured. “I’ll lose my deposit.”
“Wildflower, forget about that,” I growled. “I have more than enough for us both, and what’s mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa,” I said, gesturing to the loft that surrounded us.
It was true, I had more than enough money to support a harem of women, much less one beautiful girl with her threadbare clothes and single overnight bag. I’d been to her apartment once before and had resolved then and there to sweep her away. That dump probably had asbestos problems, not to mention the obviously leaky roof and scummy, dirty roommate.
In fact, I hadn’t let her return after that visit. She’d been livings at my place since, commuting to class and continuing with her part-time catering job.
“Well, I want to at least keep working,” she said stubbornly. “I can’t let you pay for everything.”
“Why not?” I said. “I clearly have enough.” It was sound logic. She couldn’t argue, could she?
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