His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  But fuck, no worries, I wanted a piece of that and was determined to get my fill.

  “Keep going, Mandy, keep touching yourself,” I rumbled low in my chest, eyes glued to that sweet form.

  And she jolted and stopped then, hand burying itself in the water once more.

  “Mr. Parker, what are you doing?” she whispered, eyes wide. “Are you getting in the tub with me?” she gasped, eyeing every inch of bronze flesh revealed as my clothes dropped to the floor.

  But I never answered because the little girl let out an “Oh god!” then, eyes fixed to my body. Shit yeah, I’d just lost the boxer shorts and stood completely nude before her now, Adonis come to life. Even though I’m nearing forty, I make sure to work out every day and eat right, and hey, maybe it’s good genes but I look a good fifteen years younger than my biological age. So my chest was broad, wide and deep, and my arms and legs thick and strong. But that was all secondary next to my dick. My penis was at full mast at the moment and stuck out from my hips at a ninety degree angle, powerful, hard, huge, ready to take.

  “Oh my god,” whispered Mandy from the tub, her white form suddenly gone totally still, eyes fixed on my rock-hard erection.

  And I laughed throatily then.

  “Don’t be scared,” I drawled, “This isn’t going in you … not tonight at least.”

  And the brunette flushed immediately, another low moan escaping from her throat.

  “Tonight?” she echoed, those big brown eyes never leaving my cock.

  “No, not tonight,” I repeatedly silkily. “Tonight, you’re just gonna watch.”

  And with that, I took my cock in a big hand and fisted it, the huge pole thick and hard. Squeezing tightly, I ran my hand up and down the fuckrod, body tense, head thrown back as I stroked myself.

  “Mmmm,” I rumbled, opening my eyes to look at the little girl. “Feels so fucking good. I love how you look at me.”

  And the brunette inhaled quickly, eyes still wide and glued to my fuckpole.

  “I-I can’t believe this is happening,” she said in a tremulous voice. “Oh my god.”

  And I chuckled deeply in my chest, knees locked as my hand slipped up and down, tracing the bulging veins in my cock, pink mushroom head slick and wet.

  “See that honey?” I growled, making electric eye contact with her. “See how much I want you, all that pre-cum?”

  And sure enough, at that very moment a bead of sperm slipped out from my tip and my big hand swept it over the huge pole, wet sucking noises beginning to sound out as I fisted myself again and again.

  “Mmmm, fuck,” I ground out, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of performing for a beautiful woman, one who was nude and undoubtedly stroking herself in the tub. “Fuuuuck,” I ground out again.

  Because Mandy was now visibly toying with her breasts, both creamy orbs above the water line, a hand on each as she tweaked her nipples, pinching and rubbing the pink crests.

  “Oh god, Mr. Parker, oh god,” she panted, eyes glued to my hot pole.

  And never one to disappoint, I increased the pace, stroking harder, faster, gripping myself tighter. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it felt so good and I knew I couldn’t last long.

  “Baby girl,” I ground out even as my hand continued its fucking. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself down below,” I commanded.

  And without thinking, Mandy obeyed. One soft hand disappeared below the water to trace her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub until with a small gasp, she pressed down hard on the button, tremors shooting through her body.

  “That’s it,” I rasped. “Come with me baby, come with me.”

  And just like that, both of us lost it. My orgasm was crazy, I hadn’t come so hard in years. Semen erupted from my pole, arcing across the bathroom to splash wetly in the tub, mixing with Mandy’s sweet cum as I pumped and pumped, goo oozing everywhere.

  And the girl completely gave in as well, her cries of pleasure ringing out in the small space. “Mr. Parker!” she shrieked. “Oh god, yes, Mr. Parker!” I watched as her body spasmed and shook, cunt gushing and pulsing at once, wetly giving it up as she frigged herself harder, riding that sweet clit to the edge. “Oh GOD!” the brunette cried again, hand a blur between her legs, a motor on her puss.

  And fuck, but I was no better. My cum just wouldn’t stop, arc after arc soared out from my dick tip, the hot white pumping so hard and fast that it was like three orgasms rolled into one, one right after another. My balls clenched high and tight, cock jerking again and again in my hand, sweet missiles of sperm repeatedly splashing into the tub.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I roared, chest tight as my hips pounded, fist like a vise around the pulsing shaft. And fuck, but I was still coming, the white so copious and thick that I could have fathered five kids right there, there was so much sperm, so much goodness.

  And when it was all over, our bodies shaking with mere shivers instead of full-on tremors, her pussy quaking in the aftermath, the sperm dripping from my tip instead of shooting from it, I looked down at my hand. Fuck, it was coated in oozing white goo, the hot stuff steamy and virile. And suddenly I knew exactly where I wanted it to go.

  Closing the distance between us in two long strides, I held it to the brunette’s lips.

  “Drink it baby,” I rumbled, blue eyes seizing those big brown ones. “Taste Daddy’s cum.”

  Mandy stared at me with shocked eyes, that curvy form still panting, still heaving in post-orgasmic ecstasy. But then her lashes dropped, and with a soft sigh, the brunette leaned forward, that pink tongue licking my palm, scooping up the hot sperm into her mouth, letting it sit in her mouth for a moment, savoring, before swallowing audibly.

  “Daddy,” she breathed, looking up at me coyly through her lashes. “You taste amazing.”

  And fuck, but my cock grew rock hard once more. Because the teen was perfect for me. Everything about her, that sweet, sensuous body, the dulcet voice, her sheer dirtiness, first fucking herself in my tub then swallowing my sperm, she was perfect, one hundred percent. And all I wanted was more … as much Mandy as possible, as soon as possible.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Mandy

  It wasn’t awkward at all. It should have been but it wasn’t for whatever reason. Because after I licked the sperm off his hand, Mr. Parker chuckled deep in his chest.

  “Baby girl,” he rumbled. “You are one dirty slut.”

  And the words should have made me angry, should have repulsed me but instead, they turned me on, made my pussy cream again even though I’d just gushed hard into the tub.

  “I know, Mr. Parker, I know,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “And my slutty cunt wants you, wants your cock inside,” I murmured, the words slipping through my lips like honey. Oh my god, was it me saying that sentence? Saying unbelievable dirty phrases that made both him and I jerk, snap alert?

  But yeah, it was me, and my body went with it. I was possessed, a new woman, ripe and sexy, and for the life of me I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Mr. Parker was hard again, and that huge rod was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Thick and solid, jutting out from his waist at ninety degrees, bobbing slightly and just inches from my face. There’s nothing that can prepare you for how big a dick is in real life, veins throbbing vividly, pole shaking with each pound of blood.

  And oh fuck, but I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel it in me, feel it take me deep, hard, make me cry out with ecstasy, a slave to him. So I pleaded with my eyes and my words.

  “Please Mr. Parker, please?” I said breathily, brown eyes wide.

  But the big man just chuckled.

  “Naw, not tonight sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Water must be getting cold and your parents are gonna wonder where you are.”

  The word “parents” brought me back to reality with a jolt. Oh my god. My parents. Trish and Jim would be shocked to find out that their dear daughter, class valedictorian and budding college student was currently acting out her dirtiest fantasies wi
th their trusted neighbor, a family man.

  “But I haven’t had you inside me yet,” I whispered, blushing.

  And dark streaks materialized across Mr. Parker’s cheekbones, chest and abs going tight, dick jerking involuntarily.

  “Is that what you want?” he rasped hoarsely as a big hand reached out and stroked my hair. “Is that what you want baby girl?”

  And like a kitten with its master, I mewled slightly, rubbing my head against that big palm. God, it felt good to be so wanton, the heat from his hand scorching me, nerve-endings going crazy just from this one touch. And the new me went for it.

  “It is what I want,” I breathed, looking up at him with wide caramel eyes. “Please, Mr. Parker, please,” and for good measure, I shook my titties at him, the huge white orbs swaying in the water, bobbling to the surface as I teased. One small hand went up to trace a nipple softly, running in circles around the hard tip. “Please?” I murmured again.

  And his blue eyes darkened to black, gleaming. But this was an alpha male with perfect control over his body and he merely rumbled in his throat, running a ringlet through his big fingers, pulling lightly at a curl.

  “Naw, baby, this isn’t the time. We don’t want the whole town knowing that something’s up and if you come home late smelling of sex, the Junior League is gonna be talking about it. So upsy-daisy, come on, we’ll do it another time, a real date.”

  And with that, he stepped back, grabbing a huge, fluffy white towel from the rack and holding it open before me. I was disappointed sure, but my heart jumped at the word “date.” Did Pete mean me and him together, getting to know each other, the real thing?

  And he chuckled deep in his throat, reading my mind.

  “I don’t think we should use labels just yet, honey,” he growled. “But why don’t you come over and babysit for Violet again tomorrow? I’m a single man who needs help with my daughter, and it’s the perfect cover, you’ve been sitting for us for years. I promise it’ll be good,” he rumbled low in his throat. “Now upsy-daisy, I’m not gonna say it again.”

  And my heart jolted. Mr. Parker was right. No one would be alarmed if I started coming over on a day to day basis to help with Violet for a month. It was perfectly natural, I was her old babysitter, someone she’d bonded with a long time ago and a familiar face in these times of change. So yes, I could come over tomorrow night … especially if it meant seeing Mr. Parker alone again.

  And with a sigh, I got to my feet in the tub, like a Venus rising from the waves. It was tricky getting up gracefully, I admit, the combo of the porcelain and water made for a slippery situation, but somehow I managed it, somehow I managed to rise gracefully, my form undulating, big boobs swaying gently as my hips appeared. Rivulets trailed my creamy form, and oh god, but the liquid sluiced so that a small waterfall descended from my pussy, a gush that was part me, part bathwater.

  Mr. Parker was transfixed, those eyes devouring my form, making me go hot, then cold, then hot again.

  “You like?” I breathed, shaking my ass sassily. God, everything jiggled when I did that, every single part of me bumped up and down, there was so much heft, so much flesh.

  And Pete remained transfixed, body tight, almost unable to inhale. If I wasn’t mistaken, the man was about to jump me again, forget his resolutions about keeping it kosher, ravage my tits and sweet pink cunt. The alpha male struggled mightily, indecision in his eyes, the way his jaw ticked as he stared some more, eating up my curvy form. But finally with a low growl, he wrapped the towel around me, the terrycloth tight around my form.

  “Get dressed woman,” he commanded, “Now.”

  And I giggled because the towel wasn’t quite enough to cover my assets. Sure, it was tucked securely under my armpits, but the material had risen so that my pink pussy lips could be seen below, sleek and nubile.

  “Oh sure,” I giggled again, this time shaking my hips, wiggling once more so that he couldn’t help but see my engorged labia, my wetly glistening cunt. “Oh sure,” I said lightly before reaching down to pick up my discarded clothes, arching my back so he could view my slit from behind, the flesh beckoning, so sweet and succulent.

  For sure he was going to lose control this time. Pete literally inhaled and exhaled a couple times, eyes glued to my vag, ready to go. But the big man closed his eyes, summoning his deepest reserves of self-control, and growled.

  “Git,” he commanded, swatting my rump with a big hand, the slap ringing loud in the bathroom. “Get dressed and come downstairs.”

  I yelped then, more like a high-pitched squeak. Because it’d felt so good to have his hand on me like that, the initial sting had been so shocking, so delicious. And now a burn was spreading across my ass cheek, a warm tingling feeling that made my cunt shiver, gush a little. Would there be a handprint when I looked in the mirror? Oh god, would I be able to see his finger marks on my ass? The possibility made me cream a little harder, eyes flying open with shock.

  And the big man smirked at me, reading my mind. But he just growled again. “Ten minutes baby girl. Downstairs.” And with that, he was gone, the door closing without a sound behind him.

  I turned to look at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. Because it was me, sure, but it wasn’t me. The same brunette curls and big brown eyes stared back, but there was a knowing in them now, a sense of womanhood that hadn’t been there before. I’d tasted my first sperm, shown off my body to an appreciative man, and oh god, but he’d promised me more. More, much, much more … and I couldn’t wait.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Pete

  Holy fuck, things had gotten out of hand. I’d come home early to find my babysitter masturbating in my tub. And instead of being the better man, leaving her to do her thing, pretending nothing had happened, I’d gone the opposite direction. I’d fucking busted in the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and come on that sweet body, forcing the curvy brunette to taste my semen. Fuck, I was a dirty motherfucker, there was no doubt of it, taking advantage of a sweet teen who didn’t know better.

  But I argued with myself. Mandy was eighteen now, a college girl, and had every right to do what she wanted sexually. She was in charge of her body, an enlightened being, the beneficiary of all that women’s lib stuff. Right? Wasn’t that right? But while my logical brain argued I’d done nothing wrong, doubt still lingered because fuck, when I’d been eighteen I’d been a fucking lunatic, knowing nothing, getting in trouble, sowing my seed like it was a free handout for anyone with two X chromosomes.

  So being eighteen didn’t mean Mandy knew what she was doing. Sure, she’d acted like a slut tonight, the woman of my dreams, but inside, I knew the girl was different. The Amanda I knew was studious and thoughtful. The way the brunette took care of my daughter, patiently playing the same games again and again, reading stories until her voice was hoarse, cutting food into tiny little bits, only underlined how different she was from me at that age. Fuck, this girl was an angel, how the fuck could I take advantage of someone so caring, inside and out?

  But it was too late. She was fucking gorgeous and of all the names on my black book, she was absolutely the best, blowing those thin bitches out of the water like a tsunami hitting the coast. And seeing Mandy like that, her curvy form the answer to my dreams, literally the stuff of fantasies was too much temptation. She was mine. She belonged to me, and the sooner she knew it, the better. Like I said, I’m a mean motherfucker, and I come, I see, I conquer … especially when it comes to women.

  So when the brunette’s footsteps sounded on the stairwell, I turned, ready to claim what was mine. And oh fuck, but Mandy was gorgeous with her hair still wet, ringlets framing her face, that sweet pink pout lush and tantalizing, cheeks flushing when she met my eye.

  “Hey,” she said softly, sitting on a stool across the kitchen island. “How are you Pete?”

  And never one to lose my cool, I pushed a mug towards her.

  “Good,” I rasped, clearing my throat. “Tea?” Oh fuck, ho
w did the brunette do this to me? I was supposed to be a man in control and yet during the last half hour I’d fought with myself multiple times to stay calm, hand steady on the wheel instead of completely losing it.

  And the girl just smiled at me sweetly, as if she could sense the battle raging within.

  “Sure thanks,” she murmured, eyes twinkling as she reached for the mug. “How’d you know I like tea?”

  I knew because I’d talked about it with my daughter. Mandy is one of Violet’s favorite topics of conversations, and the little girl chattered on and on, wanting to be just like her babysitter. But I didn’t want the brunette to know that we’d been talking about her, so I passed it off.

  “Just a guess,” I lied casually. “We always keep a stash of tea in the cabinet, and there were always a couple packets gone after you babysat.”

  The girl colored.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, a little alarmed. “I drink a lot of tea, I probably went through boxes and boxes over the years.”

  That was the least of my concerns. Who the fuck cared about tea? She could dump it in the trash by the gallon if she wanted. But I kept my expression calm and neutral.