His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  “Mmm, baby, excellent as always,” he praised in a low voice. “You’ve been eating well.”

  And I shivered then at the double entendre. Because we were eating well at my parents’ Christmas brunch, a cornucopia of food laid out in front of us. But I needed more, I needed fulfillment, ecstasy, only the pleasure he could give.

  “Please,” I panted slightly. “Don’t leave me like this, please, Mr. Parker, please.”

  And the alpha chuckled low in his throat.

  “Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t,” he rumbled. “When have I ever left my best girl high and dry?”

  And with one swift movement, he scooted his chair back and lifted me into his lap, plopping me down so that my bare pussy was right up against his hard cock. I almost squealed, almost squeaked at the wrongness of this all. Holy shit, we were in public, the warm breathing of other people all around us, they were my relatives for crying out loud, and here I was with my hungry, quivering pussy pressed up against the pole that could give me so much pleasure. So wriggling my hips, with a small whine and a twist, I angled myself until his tip was right up against my entrance. And with a small push, a small jerk, it began to happen. Oh yeah, Mr. Parker began to fuck me right at the dinner table. Right here, on Christmas Eve, with my dad still droning not fifteen feet away, the sound of silverware clinking all around us, his dick began to edge into my sweet pussy, making me mewl and squirm a bit, it felt so fucking good.

  “Hold still,” he rasped in my ear. “Hold still.”

  And I forced myself not to move as his dick pressed deeper. Because it was dark enough in the room that probably no one could tell I was sitting in his lap, didn’t know that at this very moment, Pete’s thick cock was owning my pussy, pressing into my tight channel, my cunt vibrating and creaming hotly as he breached me.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, unable to hold it in.

  But the big man gripped my thigh tight then.

  “Quiet,” he commanded into my ear again. “Quiet.”

  And this time I didn’t let out a peep as his dick burrowed all the way in, balls tight up against my ass, thick, commanding, fully embedded. But even though I couldn’t talk, my body could still signal and with a helpless sigh, my pussy muscles clenched, gripping him in me. It was his turn now to grunt inaudibly, deep in my ear, hips jerking beneath me as his cock was milked.

  Oh god, oh god, how in the world was this happening? But I wanted it to go on, I wanted to finish, to keep doing the dirty until both of us came. And evidently Mr. Parker wanted it too because with subtle motions, he rocked into me, running that thick, dominant length in and out of my sweet pussy, our hips moving subtly together, going in, out, in, out, the sweetest rhythm I’d ever felt, heightened by the fact that we were doing it in public.

  And with a little cry, a little yelp, I burst around him. That’s right, I came hard right at my parents’ Christmas table, my pussy clenching down on his cock once before shattering, electrical bolts running from cunt to fingertips, little body shaking, breasts bobbling as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to make any sounds. And oh god, but it was so difficult because every nerve ending was sizzling, my cunt pulsing with spasms as he rocked in me, giving it to me deep, the dicking so good, so satisfying, that my mouth opened in a cry of silent ecstasy.

  And with one more thrust, Mr. Parker came as well. His muffled groan sounded in my ear and with a jerk of his hips, his dick released in my channel, lash after lash of hot white spraying my insides, jets of sperm pouring into my cunt, filing me with the sweetest seed. And oh god, but I wanted it. My pussy milked him hard, each spasm of my cunt drawing that white deeper inside, sucking him, begging him for more, more and more.

  And when I came to, my eyes opening slowly, we were still at the dinner table, peoples’ eyes fixed on the slideshow as my dad wrapped it up.

  “There you have it folks!” he said jovially. “And if any of you want more details, don’t be afraid to ask, I made a lot of contacts down there, just say you know Jim,” he added proudly.

  Oh my god, the lights were going to come on any minute and people were going to see that I was sitting in Pete’s lap, my skirt suspiciously pulled up, both of us with guilty expressions on our faces.

  But the alpha male was fast. With a swift movement, he lifted me off his dick and put me back in my chair, zipping up with a quick flick of his wrist. And just as quickly, he passed me my panties as the lights flickered on.

  “Wow, I see you guys did a good job with the food,” remarked my dad, eyeing the table, still clueless. Because yeah, it was like starving people had descended on a feast, and all that was left were bones, half-eaten remains, and a couple sad-looking veggies scattered around.

  “It’s no problem Jim,” said my mom from across the room, beaming. “I’m glad people liked it and there’s plenty more in the kitchen, I’ll bring some out in just a minute. Mandy, can you help me please?” she called before disappearing through the doorway.

  And I shot a look at Mr. Parker. Holy cow, had that really just happened? Had the big man and I just fucked each other in public, with other people mere inches away? But the only thing that gave us away were the dark streaks across his cheekbones as he leaned forward to talk with another cousin, and the unmistakable feel of his cum dripping out of my pussy now. It slid, wet and tantalizing from my cunt and I flushed hotly, not sure what to do next. I could hardly get up, there’d be a huge gush down my thigh and we’d be outed. But suddenly inspiration struck. With subtle movements, I edged my panties into my pussy, using the soft fabric as a stopper of sorts so that I could get up from the table without a river of white coursing down my thigh.

  And slowly, I got up from the table to help my mom bring out more food. Pete glanced over at me then, his look knowing, totally aware of what I’d just done despite the fact that he appeared to be listening to my cousin blabber away. Because yeah, I’d stuffed my panties into my cunt, soaking up his cum, my hot hole filled with his sperm. And all I wanted was more because that’s what my lover did to me. Despite the fact that he’d just led me to the highest heights, breaking through barriers I didn’t even know existed, all I wanted was more. More, much more, with Mr. Parker, my love, my life, my everything.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Pete

  Holy shit, that was the best Christmas brunch I’d ever been to. Usually I hate these things, I prefer staying home on holidays because for a busy guy like me, it’s a real day off. Even on weekends, I’ve got things to take care of. There are always emails, calls, endless questions to be answered, but for one blessed day, December twenty-fourth, all that turns off and I actually have some time to myself, some peace for my family.

  So yeah, usually I resist the invitations, making up some excuse, anything to avoid unwanted commitments. But with Mandy, it was different. The beautiful brunette had insisted that I go to her parents’ house, like a date almost, and fuck, but I’d made it a date and then some. I’d fucked the little girl right at her parents’ dining room table, we hadn’t even bothered to find a room, or even some kind of dark closet. Naw, the gorgeous girl and I had done it right there, in public, surrounded on all sides by her relatives as her dad blabbed away about his vacation slides.

  So I shook my head. It was fucking incredible in every way, what this girl did to me. All my inhibitions were gone, I just wanted to take her again and again, maybe forever in fact. But that was the problem. We didn’t have forever. Mandy had college, her whole life in front of her, and I wasn’t sure what role I played in all that, if any at all.

  So being a no-nonsense guy, I asked her about it.

  “When do you go back?” I asked casually, in the bathroom together after the party, watching as she stripped, slowly pulling off her clothes, those curves revealed like the most tempting magic act. Secretly, I was hoping she’d say never, and instead mention something along the lines of “I want to stay here with you, I’m yours now, Mr. Parker.”

  But Mandy didn’t meet my eye, instead focusin
g on pulling the panties from her pussy. And fuck, but it was a beautiful sight. The girl was nude as she squatted slightly in the bathroom, bending her knees as her fingers quested for the cotton inside. And with a sigh, a gasp, she finally found a seam and began pulling. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched with eyes ablaze, dick stiff once more as that pink fabric edged out. The material was sopping wet and the brunette was so beautiful, so dirty, exactly what I needed as her pussy gave it up.

  Knowing my eyes were on her, she shot me a coy smile.

  “What Peter?” she cooed softly. “What did you say?”

  I shook my head, dumbfounded. What was it I’d been saying? This girl had the ability to throw me off track like none other, all thoughts flying away like they’d never existed. But this was too important, too critical, so I pushed ahead.

  “When does spring semester start up again?” I rumbled deep in my chest, eyes still fixed on her body. And as I watched, she stretched and sighed a little before stepping into the shower stall and turning on the water. Yeah, we’re so close now that we share the bathroom with one another, unselfconsciously bathing, soaping ourselves in each other’s presence, treating our lover to generous eyefuls.

  So I watched, aroused, as the curvy girl lathered up, but I wasn’t going in there, not yet. There were things to figure out.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she rubbed shampoo through those curls. “I think next week?”

  And my heart caught in my throat. Next week? Holy shit, that was seven days from now, that was way too soon.

  And her eyes opened, smiling at me through the steam.

  “Yeah, I think classes start next Monday, so I should drive up Sunday at least, get myself settled before, you know,” she murmured through the mist.

  And I gripped the ledge of the tub where I sat, heart pumping fast. Holy shit, it wasn’t even seven days. It was more like five if she was leaving Sunday. What the fuck? What the fuck, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t prepared. So my mind grabbed on the closest excuse at hand.

  “You can’t go, I don’t have another nanny lined up,” I ground out roughly.

  But the girl just tittered.

  “Mr. Parker, you’ve forgotten already. We do have another sitter lined up,” she reminded me. “Mrs. Larson and Violet got along like a house on fire today, and she’s agreed to stay on a long-term basis,” she added softly. “I think she’s really good with Violet, I think your daughter really likes her.”

  Was there a note of sadness in her voice? Oh god, I hoped so, but that was nothing compared to the overwhelming disappointment, the lump in my throat. Fuck, what was wrong with me? Grown men don’t cry, especially not alphas like me. But the thought of rattling around in this huge house, my anchor gone, Violet and I bouncing around like loose change was a serious downer, made me feel like my life had gone flat, I was in some kind of sick nightmare.

  So I tried again.

  “I’m not sure why you’re going back so soon,” I began roughly. “I thought you said you didn’t like school. Besides, don’t I pay you enough?”

  And this time, Mandy stopped soaping herself for a moment, looking at me pointedly through the steam.

  “Of course you pay me enough, Peter,” she said gently. “You’re the most generous man I’ve ever met,” she added softly, eyes going warm, appreciative. “But you know my parents are so proud that I’m a college girl, so proud that I’m getting a BA, that I might be a lawyer one day.”

  I snorted. What her parents wanted was different from what she wanted, and I didn’t get why she was confusing the two. So I stuck to my guns.

  “Yeah, but what Jim and Trish want is irrelevant,” I ground out harshly. “You’re looking to be a mom, this college shit is bullshit, you told me that yourself.”

  And the brunette sighed then, soaping up her breasts now, those curves slickly wet and delicious.

  “I know,” she murmured in the stall, “I know. But things are different for me, Pete. You’ve always done what you wanted, other people be damned. It’s part of the alpha male in you, why I love you so much,” she said with a gentle smile. “But don’t you see? It’s not like that for me. I can’t just do whatever I want,” she said helplessly, shrugging her shoulders. “Even though I know the degree is more for my parents than anyone, still, it makes them so happy, and they’ve done so much for me in life. I can’t just blow it off, not now.”

  I seethed. Honestly, I didn’t understand what she was saying. Mandy and I grew up differently, I was out on the streets by the time I was sixteen, my parents never played a role in my life. So this pleasing your forebears shit made no sense, and it didn’t make me happy. But there had to be another way.

  “Listen, you can always go back to college, take a leave of absence. They have those, right? You can leave for two years and then go back without having to reapply,” I ground out.

  And this time Mandy put her hands on her hips, still nude, looking at me through the clear glass of the shower stall.

  “Pete, I get it,” she said pointedly. “I get what you’re saying. We’re in love, we adore one another, we get along great in so many ways, emotionally and physically,” she said, cheeks coloring, flushing a bit under the hot water. Yeah, that’s what we did to one another. The loving was so strong that even talking about the attraction revved us both up to two hundred miles an hour immediately. “But I can’t just stop my life like a freight train screeching to a halt. There’s too much going on. My parents raised me since birth to get a degree, they’d be so disappointed if I didn’t finish, or even if I took a leave. And yes, I want your baby, but I’m not supposed to want it, don’t you see? Ever since junior high, they’ve been making us go to these safe sex seminars, warning us that our lives were over if we have babies too early.”

  I snorted.

  “You’re hardly a baby, not with the way we’ve been fucking,” I ground out.

  She smiled gently at me then, that slick, nude form still beckoning to me from inside the shower stall.

  “I know, Pete, I know I’m not,” she said with a softness in her voice, an acknowledgment of the Russian roulette we’d been playing. “But I can’t go against everything I’ve been raised just like that.”

  This was getting out of hand.

  “You’re not a robot,” I ground out. “You’re not programmed like a fucking computer, you don’t have to do everything they tell you.”

  And this time, the brunette fixed me with a glare.

  “Stop it,” she said sharply. “I’m just explaining to you what’s going on in my head, it’s not as simple as you think. I’m an eighteen year-old college girl, I can’t just throw everything away. I’m sorry you don’t feel that way, but that’s how I feel.”

  And my shoulders slumped then because Mandy was right. Yeah, I wanted to take care of her, I wanted her to move into my huge house, for her to take care of my kid, shit, for us to have a dozen babies of our own. That’s what would make me happy, that’s what would rock my world. But Mandy didn’t see it that way, and it frickin’ broke my heart. My little girl still had a future to pursue, a life to live, and couldn’t just drop everything for me. She had a path of her own, something she’d been building and planning, something waiting for her. So I turned to the only weapon I had left. Shedding my clothes, I stepped into the stall with her, big frame hard and demanding against her soft, succulent one.

  “You’re gonna have my baby whether you want to or not,” I murmured into her ear, tweaking a hard nipple, squeezing her breast in my hand. Oh god, Mandy was so bountiful, so soft, her curves so generous that I almost lost it right there, dick jerking against her tummy.

  “What was that?” she murmured, her fingers slowly trailing along my length, savoring the hot, hard pole, following a pulsing vein.

  And my dick jerked in her hand, pre-cum dripping off the tip, making me groan in agony. I grabbed her close again, so that we were flush against one another, her pussy rubbing against my fuckpole.

  “Fuck
you, you’re probably pregnant already,” I ground out into her ear, circling my hips, pressing closer to the inevitable finish.

  And she sighed in my arms, pushing closer to it, begging for my strength, my arousal, the satisfaction that only I could provide.

  “I know,” she breathed. “I know. And Pete, I didn’t want you to use protection because … I want to be pregnant,” she admitted, whispering.

  That only made the heat jack up further.

  “But if you want to have my baby, why are you going back to campus?” I rumbled harshly. “This makes no sense.”

  “I know it doesn’t,” she murmured in reply, throwing her head back and sighing as I stroked her soft tummy. “I guess it’s just part of how complicated this all is. I don’t even get it myself,” she said slowly, shaking her head. “Going to school isn’t what I want, you’re right,” she admitted. “But I’m doing it because it makes my parents happy. I’m not at a point where that can just be brushed off. Even though Jim was a little bonkers with the vacation slides during lunch today,” and here she shot a smile my way, “they’re still my parents, they love me, and I can’t just give them the middle finger. So I hope you understand.”

  I shook my head, more confused than ever.