Wicked Lil' Brat: A Secret Baby Romance

by Alexis Angel

  When the wet tip of his tongue touches me, that old familiar electrical thunderstorm starts to roil inside of me. I can already feel the energy pooling in my muscles and, allowing my body to act as if it has a mind of its own, I place both my legs over his shoulders and cross him on his back. Urging him to devour me, I pull him into me with both my hands and my legs; with what sounds like a growl, he finally succumbs to desire and opens his mouth wide. As he sucks on my folds, my fluids going into his mouth, I throw my head back against the couch and sigh heavily, my nipples feeling as hard as they have ever been in my entire life.

  “So good… I love the way you do it…” I purr as I let go of his hair and take my hands to my breasts, squeezing them as Mason runs his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. Each time his tongue reaches my clit, he circles it twice and then goes back down my folds, the pleasure that rages through me growing in fury each time he does it.

  Finally focusing solely on my clit, he wraps his lips around it and starts to press down with his tongue; he works me with his mouth until I can’t take it anymore, and he knows it. My hands go back to his head and I start to pull at his hair fiercely, my arms moving with erratic movements. In a fraction of a second, my whole body tenses up and then relaxes, one violent spasm washing over me. Throwing my head back, I moan loudly, my voice filling the whole living room as Mason keeps on licking and sucking.

  “Oh, God… This is so… So… FUCK!” I cry out as, without allowing me any time to rest, he places two fingers against my pussy. Without taking his mouth off of my clit, he pushes them past my pussy lips and curls them upward until they meet my G-spot. Rubbing me there, he doesn’t allow the orgasm raging inside of me to subside, instead making it grow and grow. Before I even know what’s happening, my spasms turn into full-blown convulsions, and my moans become screams of pure delight.

  I pull him into me as hard as I can, thrusting against his face and rubbing my wetness against his mouth. I do it until pleasure starts to subside, and only then do I take my legs out from his shoulders. Leaning against the couch, I throw my head back and take one deep breath, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. Christ, this is almost too much for me to take…

  Unable to open my eyes, I still feel Mason moving; placing his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs and then places his body between my thighs. Blindly, I reach for his cock and curl my fingers around it, angling it down and pointing it home. As he presses his body against mine, my tits squeezed tight against his chest, I can’t help but moan again as I feel his thick glans pressing against my pussy lips.

  Inch by slow inch, he feeds his cock into me, and my eyes start to roll in their orbits as my inner walls struggle to accommodate his thickness. Still, he slides all of his cock inside of me, its tip pressed tight against that maddening spot inside of me, and then he starts to thrust.

  With both his hands on my knees, he bends my legs and supports himself as he rocks his hips, his shaft flying in and out of my pussy at a growing pace. When I finally manage to open my eyes, I look at him and grin, lust crawling under my skin. And it’s not only lust—it’s love, lust, and happiness. It’s all of that and then some more.

  “Harder, Mason… Harder…” I beg him and, without wasting any time, he does exactly as I asked, pistoning into me with the fury of a god. His shaft pulses against my insides and, as it moves in and out, it stretches me in such a way that I just know I won’t be able to sit comfortably for the next few days. And it’ll be totally worth it.

  “I want to fuck you like this… Every day, for the rest of my life,” he whispers as he fucks me, and then starts kissing my neck. Pulling at my skin with his teeth, he bites my neck gently, the pain turning into pleasure as it reaches my brain.

  “Every day… For the rest…. Of my life…” I repeat between breaths, my pussy clenching around his shaft like a vice. With a moan loud and shrill enough to shatter glass, I come again, electric spasms making my muscles twitch in a never-ending sequence. All rational thoughts scatter inside my mind as a violent orgasm takes over, leaving only pleasure and lust floating inside my head.

  Pulling his cock out of me, Mason goes up to his feet and I look up at him. I turn on the couch, ready to go on all fours, but first I dive into him; I part my lips and allow his shaft to slide deep into my mouth, and I taste my own pussy on his cock.

  “Delicious, isn’t it?” he asks me, looking at me with a wicked grin on his lips. I try and smile back, but that’s impossible to do when you have a cock as thick as this stretching your mouth wide. When his cock finally pops out of my mouth, I finally go on all fours and start to sway my ass from side to side.

  “Hard. As hard as you can… As rough as you can…” I pant as Mason places both his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them eagerly. “I want you to use me…” I continue, my eyelids drooping as he presses the tip of his cock against my drenched pussy. He rubs it against my inner lips but, when I try and thrust back, wanting to impale myself on his cock, he moves back.

  I look over my shoulder at him just in time to see him raising his hand; it comes down harshly, and he smacks my ass hard enough to leave a mark for days. I grit my teeth and hiss, the painful sting of his hand racing to my brain. He does it again, this time even harder, and I can’t help but moan. I can almost imagine the red mark of his fingers delineated on my ass cheeks, and it just drives me completely crazy.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now…” I cry out, thrusting back at him once more. Grabbing my hips again, he starts to rub his glans up and down my pussy and then, with no warning whatsoever, he finally thrusts.

  The moment I feel his shaft sliding inside of me, my hands dart immediately to my pussy. As Mason starts to rock his hips, slapping my cheeks with his thighs, I start to rub my clit with two fingers. My eyes are closed and, still, bright lights are dancing in my eyes. Pleasure is raging through me like a wild river, and I can’t even think straight right now. All I know is that I need to reach the summit of ecstasy, and surrender myself to the onslaught of pleasure I’ll find there.

  “So… fucking… tight,” he says, getting one word out with each of his thrusts. Grinning wildly, I clench my insides and make my pussy tighten up around his shaft. He groans, his fingers digging into my hips, and starts to ram his cock even harder at me. Tightening up as I am, it almost hurts to have all of his length sliding in and out of me, but I don’t give up. No way. I keep pressuring his shaft as I rub my clit feverishly, and I only take my hand off of my pussy when the pressure inside of me becomes too much to bear.

  Grabbing the edge of the couch with both of my hands, my fingers curled so tight that my knuckles turn white, I thrust back against Mason and I explode. Pleasure’s dam bursts at once, and I’m flooded by a sensation so wild and sweet that I feel my consciousness fading away. Right now, I have no sense of self; I don’t know who I am, and I couldn’t care less.

  I’ve never been a religious girl, but what I’m feeling right now is proof enough that there’s a God. The pleasure that courses through me is so intense that it borders the mystical. This goes way beyond the physical realm. It’s transcendence. Enlightenment. Nirvana. I don’t care what you call it, but it’s beautiful.

  Almost unconscious, I finally collapse on the couch, sitting and leaning back against the leather. Towering over me, Mason remains right where he is. I open my eyes and, too exhausted to lift even a finger, I grin at him.

  “I want you to stroke yourself… I want you do it while looking at me and then… I want you to cover me with your cum,” I tell him, honey and wine in my voice. As if my words were a command, he grabs his cock at once and, losing no time, he starts to flick his wrist at a maddening speed. I look at his cock in a trance, my glazed eyes hypnotized by the movement of his hand.

  “Fuck,” he groans, and his muscles tense up at once. I look at his chest, biting on my lower lip as I see his muscles bulging, his abs a perfect wall of lust. And then he starts to cum.

  A long strand of cum shoots f
rom the tip of his cock and hits me straight in the face. I grin as I feel the warmness of it against my face and I open my mouth, taking the next strand over my tongue. It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be brimming with his seed.

  “That’s it… Come for me…” I moan, semen cascading out of my mouth as I speak. He keeps on stroking as he cums, a river of his seed covering my face, neck, and tits. While his cock gives out its final spasms against his fingers, I grin wildly and, grabbing my own tits, start to smear his juices over my naked body. I take my hands down to my stomach, pushing the cum there, and then I go further down to my pussy. Trembling, I feel thick strands of his gooey warmness dripping down my folds; I look up at Mason and bite on my bottom lip. There’s no need for words; he goes down to his knees and, moving like a predator, he lunges at me.

  Wrapping his lips around my inner lips, he starts to suck on my pussy; then, when he has already licked me dry, he moves his tongue up my stomach and toward my tits, scooping his own cum in the process. Moving his mouth between my breasts, he only stops when his lips find my own.

  I place both my hands on his face and kiss him, our tongues dancing around one another as we swap his cum. I’ve never exactly been a saint or a prude, but I’ve never been this wicked… But with Mason, it just seems right. When I’m with him, everything seems right.

  “I love you so fucking much, baby girl” he whispers, a tender smile on his lips. His words are genuine and, just hearing him, I become as sure as I have ever been that nothing will ever again come between us. Whatever we have to do to make it work, I know we’ll do it. Whatever the cost.

  “I love you too… You’re my everything.” I smile and lean back against the couch, pulling Mason close to me. He sits by my side and, as I throw my head back, I simply close my eyes and hold his hand in mine.

  This is perfection.

  This is happiness.

  28

  Mason

  I wake up as the rays of sun start to hit my eyes.

  I look over and smile.

  She's fucking beautiful. But right now, she's just a head with blonde hair peeking out from underneath the blankets.

  Jesus Christ we did some crazy shit last night.

  You remember I told you to take your fucking panties off? That they'd get wet?

  I hope you listened to me.

  No, I'm not going to check for you. Listen, after everything that went on with Lorna, the most I'm going to do is roll over like I'm doing now and run my hand over Becca's tight, smooth, squeezable ass.

  Fuck, her ass feels good. And I can tell that even in her sleep she's fucking enjoying it.

  She moans slightly. I'm probably giving baby girl a wet dream right now.

  Her body twitches ever so slightly and I pull myself closer to her.

  I'm a fucking animal. I'm guided by just one thought and desire right now. And that's to bring my naked body as close to hers as possible. To rub my cock against her. To please myself using her. Lust is guiding my thoughts. Carnal fury is starting to simmer in my brain.

  My cock starts to press against Becca's ass cheeks underneath the blanket and I pull my teeth back in a silent snarl.

  This girl does all sorts of fucked up things to me. I mean it. Look at me.

  Twenty-four hours ago I was the King of Wall Street. On top of a globe-girdling multinational corporation.

  Sure, technically I still am. But I know what's coming. I know where this is heading.

  I made my choice last night. And I chose Becca over Kane Price.

  Do I regret it at all in the morning?

  Absolutely not. I'll never regret the decision I made.

  So what? The Board of Directors fires me? Is that what you're worried about, Gorgeous?

  Well, guess what?

  I got enough fucking money that neither of us has to work ever again.

  Sure, I want to work. I want to be top dog. I want to be the fucking best at what I do.

  But it's not worth losing the girl I love over.

  The girl right now whose body is responding to my cock as it nestles inside her ass cheeks.

  She's grinding her hips against me in slow, circular movements.

  I feel the nerves on my tip start to burn. Her skin is so fucking soft and her flesh is so pliant that I could cum all over her ass right now if I kept on doing this long enough.

  Thinking about her ass guides my hands down to her cheeks and I squeeze.

  Becca slowly wakes up, coming to life. She turns her head back slightly and realizes the position she's in. She knows what's happening and without a word, she pushes back on me with greater precision.

  I run a finger over her lips.

  They're puffy and swollen with desire. She wants this just as bad as I do.

  Last night she was like a monster. She couldn't get enough.

  Becca grunts, and in a moment she's adjusted herself. We're not spooning anymore. She's turned over on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air, inviting me.

  I don't need to be asked twice.

  Just because I love her doesn't mean that I won't fuck her like a whore right now.

  I get on my knees and position my thick 12-inch cock over her slit.

  She feels the head part open her lips.

  "Fuck," she whimpers as my head stretches open her canal.

  "That's good, baby girl," I whisper and in one smooth motion I'm inside her.

  All fucking 12 inches.

  "Oh my God," Becca moans as I piston my cock inside and out of her slowly.

  I can afford to go slow.

  "I love it when you fuck me," she moans into her pillow.

  I continue to fuck her.

  "What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her.

  My cock is scraping against her walls, making her spasm involuntarily.

  "Daddy," she whimpers. "I love it when you fuck me, Daddy," she says.

  "That's a good girl," I say softly into her neck.

  My nose brushes against the small of her neck and I kiss her. I can smell her hair. It smells like roses. "Fuck, you're so sweet and innocent," I say to her.

  I can feel rather than see her smile into her pillow and she wiggles her ass a bit more.

  "But I'll be your whore, Daddy," she moans as my cock continues to stimulate her nerve clusters.

  "I've made you my fucking nympho," I grunt.

  "I love it, Daddy," she says with a drawl that I can tell is caused from the pleasure of my cock.

  I want her to be as dirty as she wants with me. To do the nastiest things with. Things that we'll never tell anyone else. But keep secret between us.

  I'll tell her every single fucking fantasy I have. And I'll make hers come true.

  She begins to push her ass up at me, meeting my thrusts.

  Fuck, I can't keep this going much longer if she does it. I thought I was satisfied from yesterday. But it's like she's my fucking drug.

  I mean, look at it. I've given up everything to be with her.

  And I'd do it all over again.

  Becca turns her head as much as she can to look at me. She can only manage from the side of her vision but her eyes are clouded with lust.

  "You're not supposed to do this to your baby girl," she says with a lascivious smile. "I want you to cum inside of me."

  "Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'll cum right now," I manage to say despite the fact that my nuts are starting to twist and my heart is beating rapidly.

  "Cum inside me now, Daddy," she moans as her eyes roll back into her head. I feel her body tremble and shake and her pussy walls grasp onto my cock and start squeezing it.

  Fuck, I'm being milked. And I can't take it anymore.

  I explode with the power of my seed, shooting deep inside of her.

  My vision blurs and I can't stop.

  Pleasure courses from the tip of my cock through my body as I keep pistoning in and out of Becca and she keeps meeting my thrusts with movement of her own.

  She can't stop eithe
r. Our muscles have begun to work involuntarily.

  The pleasure turns to shuddering. I've cum almost a quart of fucking cum into her and my nerves are raw. A few final strokes send shudders down my spine and I stop.

  Becca is sprawled on the bed again, breathing heavily.

  I pull out of her and join her.

  Immediately, my seed spills out of her. It's overflowing like a dam.

  I came so much. It's a wonder that she doesn't get...

  "Mason," Becca says, turning to me and cuddling against my chest. "I have something to tell you that I was going to tell you last night...before everything happened."

  I look at her. She can tell me anything she wants.

  "I'm here for you, baby girl," I tell her.

  She looks me in the eyes. Those wide, beautiful doe-eyes.

  "I'm pregnant," she says simply. I can tell her eyes are intently searching my face to see what my reaction is going to be.

  I mean, fuck, think about why she'd be worried, okay?

  Technically, I'm still fucking married to her mother, right? Can you imagine the headlines? King of Wall Street Impregnates Stepdaughter?

  But fuck the world.

  She may be worried, but I'm stunned.

  With fucking happiness.

  I grab hold of her and without saying anything pull her close to me and kiss her. Hard.

  "We're pregnant?" I ask. "We're fucking pregnant?"

  "Well, I am," she says, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at me.

  "Fucking brat," I say smiling.

  "Your wicked lil' brat, Daddy," she says, bringing our bedroom play out into the sunshine. "Always yours. Are you upset?"

  Why the fuck would I be upset? I hold her close to me and show her how not upset I am.

  "With everything you're going through right now, I didn't know," she says in between kisses.

  Here is where I pull back.