His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  But the big man just shrugged.

  “I thought about it, and none of that stuff is dealbreaker type material,” he said matter of factly. “Baby, you know that I have more than enough, I don’t work because I have to, I work because I want to,” he said with a wry grin. “Trading is a passion of mine, but it’s not the dollars that keep me motivated at this point. It’s the competition, the sense of dominance as I force other guys to swallow the short end of the stick.”

  I nodded faintly. I knew he had plenty of money, but I had no idea that he didn’t have to work. Made sense though, given that he’d just installed an indoor jungle gym for his daughter.

  And the big man went on, shrugging.

  “The company’s mine, anyways,” he said. “There’s a couple guys in the office in Manhattan, and I figure I’ll just manage them from upstate,” he said. “Besides, these aren’t dudes who need hands-on time, they’ve been working for me for years, and things’ll be fine if I work from home.”

  I nodded dumbly. That was true, during my time at his house, he hadn’t gone in much at all, choosing instead to call in from his home office. But I thought it was because it’d been winter break, so no one was around and the workload was light. But Pete shook his head.

  “Naw, I’m the boss and we’re an established outfit, the gears move like clockwork now. It’ll be fine if I just drop in now and then.”

  So I nodded, heart racing. Oh my god, this was like a dream come true. What was it Rebecca had said? Shades of grey? Many paths? Suddenly I knew exactly what she was talking about because this was a color grey that I’d never dreamed of, materializing before my eyes as we spoke.

  “And Violet?” I asked weakly. “What about your daughter? She starts school soon.”

  The big man smiled at me before pulling my chin to him with a large hand, looking deep into my eyes.

  “Baby, that’s how I knew we absolutely had to move up here. Because you love Violet, you love my daughter like she’s your own, you treat her better than anybody else, and honey, Violet’s starting kindergarten,” he said wryly. “It’s not rocket science. It’s not like we’re asking a kid to transfer in the middle of high school, when he’s taking SATs and other shit. So Violet will be fine. In fact, I think she’ll love it up here with the natural beauty of the woods … and most of all with you.”

  And I gave in then. Because it was true. Kindergarten wasn’t a dealbreaker. School wasn’t a dealbreaker. Distance, time, money, heck, even his job weren’t dealbreakers. Instead, there was a path forward that was beckoning to me now, blooming as I watched, and all I had to do was take it, all I had to do was to close my hand around what was offered. So I did. I leaned forward and kissed Peter then, with all the meaning and hunger in my soul, imbuing the soft touch with everything I felt for him, how much I missed him, how much I loved him, how much I appreciated everything he was doing.

  “I accept,” I said softly, breathing against his mouth. “I love you, Peter Parker, and thank you for turning your life upside down so that we can be together.”

  But the big man wasn’t done. In the middle of our kiss, he gripped my chin with his hand, looking at me intently.

  “But it means that there’s no going back, honey,” he said roughly. “I do this and you’re out to your parents. You’re telling them that you live with me now, that you’re in school but that we’re a couple, a couple in love. No beating around the bush, baby, no lies, no what-ifs or maybes. Because we’re together one hundred percent and I’m gonna try to get you pregnant.”

  I colored then. A baby? Oh my god … and suddenly my heart overflowed with feeling. Because I wanted it. I wanted it to happen, and it was absolutely right. No more “seeing how the land lies,” or “if I get pregnant, then we’ll see what happens.” Instead, I wanted to do it purposefully, I wanted to feel life within me, to let Mr. Parker’s seed flower, for him to take me again and again as our child grew within. It was right, and I could feel the rightness deep in my soul, in my heart.

  “Yes,” I said gently. “I want it too, I want your baby, and I’ll tell Jim and Trish, no ifs, ands, or buts. I’ll tell them that it’s part of the plan, that it’ll all work out, that I’m having your baby because it will all work out, I know it will,” I breathed, leaning forward for another kiss.

  And the big man groaned then, drawing me close.

  “I love you,” he ground out. “I love you, Amanda Smith, and I promise to do my best to make life sweet for you. I’ll put in all my resources, my time, my money, my heart and soul into making you happy, into making our little family happy. You mean so much to be, baby girl, and I can’t let you go, ever.”

  And what could I say then? My heart’s desire was coming true, and there was absolutely nothing else I wanted in this world other than the big man and his heartfelt devotion, his utter commitment to being together, to making “us” more than a dream, a true reality.

  So I inhaled once more, slowly, and gazed into those deep blue eyes.

  “I know, Mr. Parker,” I murmured. “And I accept,” I said with finality.

  Because there would be many challenges ahead on the road ahead. Heck, one baby? More like two or three if I could have my way, and that was only the beginning. There was still the move, finishing my degree, pursuing a career, raising a family, and all of this while loving, fighting, talking and sharing, finding ourselves in each other again and again. But going forwards, we’d face the challenges together. Together, we could overcome whatever life threw our way. And with a little joint effort, a little shared elbow grease, nothing would be so big or scary as to be impossible. So I kissed him again, this man who was my heart’s desire … because life is really just one big adventure and with Mr. Parker by my side, it was only just beginning.

  EPILOGUE

  Pete

  Six years later …

  “Oh god,” she moaned, writhing beneath me. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

  And I grinned although Mandy couldn’t see it.

  “That’s right baby,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. “Quiet, so the kids can’t ear.”

  Because the beautiful brunette has given me the most incredible gifts. Not one baby, not two or even three … but four children. Together, we have four babies and with Violet as our eldest, that makes five total.

  But right now, I was only focused on making our family even larger. Because with each pregnancy, my girl has become more luscious, more beautiful. Those huge tits have gotten bigger breastfeeding child after child, and oh fuck, but her ass was a mountain of white flesh, so juicy and succulent that I could hardly prevent myself from coming immediately, spurting my seed into her in wave after wave, shooting life deep into her insides.

  But there was something I wanted Mandy to do. Because the sex play between us is still strong. Oh yeah, after six years, we’re still going at it like rabbits in heat, whenever we get a moment alone, the clothes are off and my baby is showing me her pussy, letting me touch her twat, stroke her so she comes. But today, I had something dirty in mind, so nasty and delicious that my balls got tight just thinking about it.

  The sweet woman was bent over our bureau at the moment, breasts smooshed against the surface as I pounded her from behind, hands scrabbling for something to grip as she moaned, cheek pressed against the wood. And gently, I seized one of her tiny fists, pulling it around her back, unclenching her fingers.

  “That’s right baby, that’s right,” I murmured. “Feel my dick in you, feel how big and thick it is, and you know what? It’s gonna feel even better once you’ve got a finger in your ass.”

  She squealed then, a sharp jolt running through her cunt, clenching hard on my dick.

  “Oh god, oh god, Peter, yes,” she moaned. “Put a finger in my anus, I want it, I want it.”

  But I chuckled low in my throat then.

  “No baby, not my finger in your ass. Your finger,” I corrected gently. “You’re gonna finger yourself as I fuck you honey, that’s right, slip one in.”


  The brunette’s eyes flew open then, big caramel pools turning to look at me wide-eyed over a slim shoulder.

  “Mr. Parker,” she gasped. “Mr. Parker!”

  And I chuckled low in my throat. Because yeah, I wanted to see the girl finger her butthole as I fucked her vagina, it was gonna be the sassiest show around. So without missing a beat, I uncurled her hand and guided her middle digit towards her crevice.

  “Right there, baby,” I growled, still going deep with my penis, pushing her hand forwards. “Right there, put it in.”

  And with a low moan, head tipped to the sky, eyes dropping closed, the beautiful brunette did it. As I slid my dick deep into her twat, her slim middle finger went up her butthole and fuck, but the sight was amazing. A woman buttfucking herself as I fucked her pussy? Oh yeah, right up my alley, one hundred percent just my thing, I fucking ate it up.

  And that about sums up our relationship. Mandy is my everything, the answer to my questions, the sum of all parts, the other half to my whole. Because she’s smart, worldly, with an amazing sense of humor and the sassiest, sweetest personality I’ve ever met. Sure, it wasn’t easy telling her parents that we’d moved in together, that I’d up and left New Jersey to take up fucking their daughter full-time, but the little girl handled it with a grace I’d never expected.

  “Mom, calm down,” she’d said patiently into the phone. “Didn’t you hear me? Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m still finishing my degree.”

  I couldn’t hear exactly what Trish was saying, but the furious squawking on the other side told me everything.

  But their daughter was unruffled despite the fact she was clearly getting a verbal beating. Without missing a beat, Mandy took another bite of her sandwich, another sip of soup, while listening on the phone. Hey, being pregnant is hard work and the girl was eating for two.

  “I know, I know,” she said patiently again. “You don’t have to worry. No, he didn’t take advantage of me, I’m eighteen. Yes, eighteen makes everything legal, I’m an adult now. He’s forty. Yes, Mom, I know it’s a big age gap, but it works for us.”

  And I shook my head with admiration. Hell, if it’d been me on the phone, I would have been shouting my head off, losing my cool and flying off the handle, veins bulging in my forehead. But my girl was different, she could juggle irate parents while eating a meal, all the while pregnant and cramming for classes.

  And that’s why Mandy’s perfect for me, for us. Because with five kids, we’ve both got our hands full, what between play dates, school, extracurricular activities, and three nannies. Yeah, with this many kids, we need the extra hands and the money we spend on nannies, a cook, and a driver is completely worth it. But Mandy is an efficient manager, organizing everything so that our household runs like clockwork, smooth as cream, everyone happy save the occasional child throwing a tantrum.

  And you know what? This is my life now and I love it. I’ve got my hands full with a job, kids, a loving wife, and I couldn’t ask for more. There is literally nothing that I’d wish for, except perhaps a few more orgasms for the beautiful brunette currently touching herself in front of me. So putting in my best effort, I grabbed those fleshy hips and drove in deep, feeling that slick channel squeeze my dick. Oh yeah, Mandy was so tight, so small still even after giving birth, that it never took long.

  “Finger yourself,” I grunted, eyes fixed on that nasty little digit in her hole. “Keep going, I can feel you stroking yourself through your ass wall.”

  And the brunette just moaned, head dropping forward, those brown curls drifting over her shoulders.

  “Yes, Peter, yes, Mr. Parker, this is what I want, this is what I want,” she chanted. And with another loud, guttural moan, another jerk of my hips, we both came, shattering with ecstasy.

  “Fuuuck!” I roared, grabbing that fine, curvy form to me, pressing her vag tight against my hips as I bucked and shot, loads of white spraying her interior passage. “Fuck!”

  And the way Mandy creamed around me, screaming as her pussy spasmed, clenching, drawing my sperm ever deeper into her body, gave me all the answers. This union would be a fertile one, a successful shot at heaven, and in nine months, I had a distinct feeling that my woman would be growing round once more with our sixth child, proof again of our love for one another. Because my eighteen year-old babysitter, so luscious and firm, delicious and tantalizing, was having my babies now, one after the other … and it was absolutely right because I’d fallen head over heels for the woman of my dreams.

  THE END

  DOUBLE MASSIVE

  A Twin Stepbrother Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Ménage)

  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

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  A SNEAK PEEK

  With a hard pump, I fucked into her. Kacey was literally lifted off her hands and knees, my shaft was so fucking big, skewering her on my penis like a pig on a roast. She screamed, throwing her head back, pussy stretched unbearably, labia like thin rubber bands pinched around my dick with no choice but to submit. She squealed again, the violation so complete, so overwhelming, that her eyes rolled back for a moment showing their whites.

  Finally though, the girl calmed and tried to breathe, her pants rhythmic and fast.

  “Slowly, slowly,” I murmured, my hands caressing her waist and ass. Because I was only about five inches in … and there were still ten to go!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kacey

  I have a secret. I’m a stripper and I have a crush on one of my customers. It’s the ultimate no-no for girls in my line of work. I mean, who dates and marries the stripper at their local club? No one, right?

  What makes this worse is that this isn’t even Lace, Mystique or New York Dolls. I work at the Donkey Club, a joint that prides itself on its hot girls, but also the sawdust on the floor, the peanut shells littering the ground, the take-no-prisoners approach of its dancers.

  Because that’s why we’re called the Donkey Club. Here, the girls are able to take nine, ten, eleven … even fifteen inches. Not that I’ve ever gotten up to fifteen. Since starting here a couple weeks ago, I’ve done nine and ten, but fifteen is like a myth. It’s something the girls are always chattering about backstage, but who knows if it really exists?

  “I could swear it was at least fifteen,” confided Alana to the semi-circle of ladies around her.

  “Oh yeah, did you have a ruler with you?” snapped Jenny, a bitch as usual.

  “Please, girl, this is my line of work. You know how many men I’ve fucked by now? I can size up a cock in two seconds, sometimes even before his tightie-whities are off,” Alana spat in retort.

  And it was true. Though I’ve only been working a few weeks, I’ve already been promoted to the exclusive Donkey Girls service. Not every stripper here is trusted to fuck our customers … only those who have elastic pussies, who can take a big man hard, deep and rough. And you’re put through the ringer during tryouts too. I had to fuck three men, all of them enormous, before I was even considered for the job. I wish I’d gotten it on tape. Those tryouts had been brutal but yummy … god, I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.

  But my line of work pretty much means that I don’t have a boyfriend. After all, I dance three or four nights a week, and I’m fucking six to eight men per week too. I’m proud to say I’ve built up a few regulars even, guys that I see once or twice a week after they’ve had a hard day at work.

  So I’d been dancing last Tuesday, shimmying for dollars, when I saw him. He was dominating and elegant at once, which caught my eye because unfortunately, most guys here are overgrown frat boys, their mouths open, drool practically hanging off their chins. But not the new guy. He was wearing a grey suit and I couldn’t see his face because he sat in shadow, but I could see his crossed legs, arms neatly folded over his chest
.

  And damn what an expensive suit can do for a guy! The stranger was trim and fit, not too bulky, but definitely athletic, you know? It takes a lot to make my mouth water these days, but I was curious about our new customer, and started sidling over to him, shaking my ass, gliding my hands over my curves.

  You know you’re a good stripper when a guy is completely still, his hand too busy to even stroke his dick. I admit, at the Donkey Club, guys whip out their poles in public, fondling themselves, letting those stiffies get some air. But you know you’ve got a guy captive when he’s not even beating himself, he’s just so mesmerized.

  The classy guy obviously didn’t have his dick out. But he was absolutely motionless, still as a rock. He didn’t move a centimeter as I approached, stroking my curves, wiggling my ass, letting my breasts bounce up and down. Oh, and did I mention I was completely naked? Yeah, the Donkey Club doesn’t pull its punches … we girls wear nothing but our heels by the time we’re finished.

  So I was butt-naked, sensuously gliding over to this guy, and I could tell he was breathing hard, but still as a statue. When I finally got close to him, I gasped involuntarily. He was gorgeous. Deep, dark hair, coupled with emerald-colored eyes that took in my every movement. I shimmied seductively, my body begging him for attention … and dollars.