Lucky Neighbor: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

by Gage Grayson

  Her head and hands are hitting against the headboard. The headboard’s hitting against the wall. We’re making a fucking scene, but like I said, neither of us care. The only thing on my mind is how nice and tight and wet Katy is...for me.

  “Say you want it, baby. Say I’m the only one.”

  She looks at me, and I swear there are tears in her eyes as she says the words I’m dying to hear. “Yes, Marcus, y-you’re it. Fuck, yes, you’re the one I want to be with.”

  Another truth. In this moment, we are fully aware of how badly we want each other. And we also know that this is deeper than lust.

  No, I want her. All of her. I want to know all of her truths. And most of all, I want to know that I’m the last man she’ll ever fuck―because it is going to be just me from now on.

  She’s crying out my name, and she says, “I’m going to come. I’m coming. Fuck, it’s so good.”

  I release at the same time as she does. I love when we come together. I love to know that were both exploding into nothing and everything all at once. When we connect like this, the world seems right.

  I know that I’m falling for her. I also know that I have no idea how to say it. This is uncharted territory for me.

  I’m addicted to Katy. Of this I’m sure. But I can’t tell her yet.

  Instead, I just pump my hot load into her sweet pussy and let the moment take us both over.

  She comes maybe once or twice―it’s always hard to tell with her. I know she does that a lot with me. I know I bring it out of her.

  I fall down onto her chest and hear her beating heart. I can only hope it’s beating for me. I lie on her for a moment and just rest my head on her chest, on her beautiful tits.

  And then I roll to the side because I know my weight must be smashing her.

  Both of us are breathing hard, panting, and reliving the moment. I roll to my side, and she’s there, looking into my eyes―and I swear she sees right through me.

  It’s a nakedness like I’ve never known, and yet I understand that this is what it must be like to be in love.

  Chapter 29

  Katy

  I love when Marcus fucks me like that.

  The man knows each and every one of my hot spots.

  And he loves to trigger each one, taking me into the abyss of multiple orgasms.

  We’re lying on my bed, staring at each other deeply in the eyes. I feel a renewed sense of freedom in being with him, because at last, I was able to reveal the truth about my life.

  Yes, I was forced to reveal the truth because of the bomb situation. And I don’t know that I otherwise would have ever told him who I really am. But as it is, the fact that my group betrayed me and the fact that I needed to rely on Marcus so much...well, it turned into a good thing.

  This experience has taught me that maybe I can’t do it all on my own. He had to come rescue me, and all I feel is gratitude for that. And I feel like I can trust him, so that’s why I let him into my life a little bit more.

  He wasn’t judgmental or anything. In fact, he didn’t seem surprised to know that I’m a hacker. I wonder about this, because most people would be astonished by that. But not Marcus.

  He kept his cool, and maybe that’s just his thing. Maybe he didn’t want to appear surprised in front of me. I don’t know, but I don’t want to waste this moment wondering about that.

  “I have to thank you again,” I say. “You fixed everything. If you hadn’t been here, I hate to think about what could’ve happened.”

  Indeed, I cringe just thinking about the violence that could have ensued had Marcus not been here. I didn’t know he has the resources and the connections to make things happen in this town, but thank god he did.

  He notices that I’m upset just thinking about the bomb threat. And so he embraces me, and I snuggle in deep, close to his warm chest. I feel at last as though everything is going to be okay.

  He starts to kiss me, and I feel his passion―his cock is starting to rise. He so hard and so big. Lust and desire fill my body, and all I can think about is having his giant cock inside of me again.

  I hold it and stroke it, just enjoying the heavy weight and thickness of his manhood. He’s so well-endowed. It’s like a gift that keeps on giving.

  He’s kissing me hard, and I know I’ll never tire of his masculine taste. He always has this scent and taste of musk about him. It’s his natural flavor, and I find myself craving more of it, more of him.

  He’s kissing me with fervor, and I return his affections because suddenly being with him is the only thing that matters. I want more and more and more...

  He knows me. And he still wants me.

  There’s no more holding back now.

  He kisses me so intently that I feel myself melting. The truth is…I think I’m falling for him. And I think I can finally admit it.

  He kisses and bites on my lips. Our passion is rising. My pussy becomes so wet, and all I can think about is sating the desire that rises within me for him.

  I use my hand to circle his cock, and I know he likes it…but I know he’d like something else a little bit more.

  I deliver one final kiss to his mouth before trailing kisses down his chiseled pecks and torso. I slide my tongue across his rippled muscles.

  And I gently scratch my fingernails down his skin until my mouth finds his 12-inch cock.

  I wrap my lips around his throbbing member. I know he’s hard for me and only me. I imagine that I’m the only woman in his life, and fuck, that turns me on so much.

  I go slowly at first, teasing and sucking the tip of his cock with my tongue before licking my way up-and-down his enormous shaft. I want him so badly that it’s hard to hold back.

  Besides, he saved me from an awful situation, and I can show my gratitude by being totally submissive to his giant manhood.

  I have an indescribable need to show him how badly I want him. I slide his cock deeply down my throat. I want all of him, and there’s no better way to get that than making sure his cock is all mine.

  He’s breathing heavily and gasping as I get him more and more worked up. And soon, I feel those fingers threading through my hair so that he can push me down on him even harder. He loves to make sure I at least try to take in every inch of him.

  Of course, it’s damn near impossible because his cock is enormous―but I will always be willing to find out how much of it I can take.

  He pushes it down my throat, and I finally deliver a gag. Before, when I didn’t know who he was, I refused to gag no matter how badly my body needed to. It felt like defeat.

  But now that I trust him, I can let everything go and just be myself.

  He gently pulls at my hair to help guide me into a rhythm that he likes. I take his cock in expertly and find that rhythmic motion that sends him into overdrive.

  I’m blowing him furiously, with passion, taking him in and out that my throat becomes sore from all the friction. And yet it’s a soreness I welcome, because it comes from pleasuring him―and that makes me want to come, too.

  He pulls my head down on his cock and holds it still while he empties his seed down my throat. Deep-throating is apparently his thing. Luckily, it’s mine, too.

  I pull up and stare at him with cum dripping down the sides of my mouth. He smiles in a villainous sort of way now that he’s had his way with me.

  I wipe my mouth and lay next to him right in the crook of his arm. I feel like somehow, I belong here. I feel like with him I’m at last home or at least stable for now.

  “That was so fucking good, Katy. Where’d you learn to blow a guy like that?” he asks me.

  “It’s you,” I say. “You bring it out of me. Before I met you, I didn’t really enjoy being with anyone. I didn’t enjoy anything, really. I was just this shell of a person, living this unsettling existence, wondering what it was all about.” I turn and look at him before continuing, “But you’ve made me feel alive. I actually belong somewhere. And I guess that brings out my greatest passion.”
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  He holds me close and says, “Katy, I feel the same way about you. I’ve never met anybody like you, and I just want you to know that I think about you all the time.”

  His words bring a smile to my face. For once in my life, I allow myself to think about the future and to think that maybe I could be happy.

  Maybe there’s more to life than running and hiding. Maybe I deserve love.

  I allow myself to dare to hope for a brighter future. With Marcus, everything seems possible.

  I lean back on the pillows and think of my new life. No more sneaking around in the shadows. No more feeling like I’m always on the run.

  I think that, at last, life―or destiny or fate or what have you―has given me a turn at happiness. It’s a new feeling, one that scares me a little, but the idea of being with Marcus is so tempting that I just allow my mind to go there―and I allow my heart, too.

  There’s never been one person in life that I can trust. And yet with this man, I feel like I can finally open up.

  Chapter 30

  Marcus

  Katy seems so rested and satiated by our recent fucking.

  Neither of us has said the words I love you, but I know we’re both thinking it.

  The problem is that now, things have become unbalanced. With Katy’s total honesty with me about her life, she has cleared herself of any wrongdoing. She’s not holding back for me anymore, and she has no more secrets.

  But from my side, things are a little different. She still doesn’t know who I am. How can I tell her that, technically, I’ve been spying on her all this time?

  She’ll hate me forever, and yet each day and each moment that I hold back and I don’t tell her the truth is one more day she’ll feel betrayed.

  I don’t want to lose her. But I know I’m making the situation worse. I’m not even spying on her anymore. I care more about her then what she can ever do to my company.

  But there’s no easy way of explaining that I’m secretly a billionaire and that I’ve known she’s a hacker this entire time.

  I can tell by the easy way she’s snuggled up against my side that coming clean did her good. It’s as if the world has been lifted from her shoulders.

  I find myself feeling jealous of her freedom. I want to be free and to know that she will love me despite the things I’ve kept from her, too.

  “Baby, do you want some water?” I ask.

  I need to pull up, get away, clear my head for a second.

  “Yes, please, with ice.”

  I go to her little kitchen and find a paper cup. Obviously, Katy doesn’t do dishes.

  I take a minute to just lean against the refrigerator. I have to know if now is the moment to reveal my past and who I am to her.

  “Are you coming?” she asks.

  I walk out into view and take in the site of Katy lying there naked on the bed. She’s just too fucking beautiful to mess this up. Instead of telling her the truth, I do the only other thing that’s on my mind.

  Maybe I can fuck her so hard that these worries will fade away, to be dealt with on another day.

  “Definitely coming.” I grin at her.

  I walk over to her with a cup of ice water, and she takes it. I stare down for a minute at her slim, toned body. I’m sure she’s never even been inside of the gym, and yet her body is so taut and nicely curved.

  She puts down the water, and I pull her legs to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I say.

  She giggles with delight and looks up into my eyes. I plan on making the most of my time with her, and I’m no longer going to worry about the future.

  I flip her body over so that she’s on all fours. Her ass is nicely in line with my cock. I finger her pussy a little bit and swirl my fingers inside of it to make sure that she’s nice and wet and ready for me.

  She starts breathing heavily because she knows what’s about to go down. I push my big cock into her, and the feel of it is enough to drown out all my fears of losing her. Because in this one moment at least, she is mine, and we are as connected as ever.

  I pump into her deeply, and with every thrust, my worries fade away. All there is Katy.

  I move my hips in a circle to give her a new sensation of pleasure. Predictably, she cries out, whimpering for more as my cock dominates every part of her. The rhythm that we’ve found, the way that we are together, is fucking amazing.

  It’s sex at its very best because we each desire each other so much, and we’ve found in each other a certain routine where our bodies unite and our souls explode in unison.

  This must be what happens when you love somebody. This is what sex looks like when you crave only that one person. I feel so conjoined with her and in tune with her that there’s no going back ever.

  She’s my woman―now and for the rest of my life.

  She’s moaning and crying out my name as I slide my cock across her G-spot. I have perfect access to it now from this position.

  I slap her ass firmly because a part of me wants her to pay for doing this to me. She’s made me fall in love with her. She’s rocked every part of my soul.

  And now I’m going to fuck her like I mean it, harder than I’ve ever fucked her before.

  I reach down and cup one beautiful tit in my hand, and I twist her nipple with the other. I pull my fingers through her hair and force her head back slightly. She needs to know that I’m in control, now and forever.

  This makes her whine and pant for more. “Yes, Marcus. Fuck yes.”

  I can tell by the way her pussy tightens around my cock that the waves of pleasure are starting to spiral throughout her body. She better want me and only me.

  I slap her ass again, hard, and grunt through clenched teeth, “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  I plunge my cock deeply inside of her pussy, and warmth is spreading throughout my body. I feel like this is bliss, like life can never get any better than this.

  “Fuck! Fuck, yes. You’re the only one. Please fuck me.”

  The way she says it somehow makes my cock harden even more. I didn’t think it was possible to get more aroused than this. But knowing she feels that way, that I’m the only man, well…

  I hold her hips tightly and dive into her so hard until she cries, “Marcus, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

  Her body is pulsating and convulsing underneath my grasp. And if it wasn’t for my large cock inside of her and for my hands gripping her hips, I know she’d be falling to the bed right now.

  The fact that she came so hard for me makes me want to let go inside of her. I take her limp body between my hands and fuck her deeply so that she’s screaming my name and coming again, over and over.

  Finally, I let loose. I spray my hot essence into her tight pussy, and for a second, we’re both feeling out of this world.

  She’s practically collapsing in my hands, having come so much, so many times. I pump everything I’ve got into her, and then I pull out so that we both fall onto the bed in a sweaty, heaping mess. It’s the mess that comes with having been fucked so hard.

  I’m panting and thinking how wild that was. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced with a woman. When desire and passion are involved, it just brings things to another level.

  I realize now what I’ve been missing by having so many one night stands. There was no connection, and so the sex was as good as it could be.

  But with Katy, every time is a new experience. As I want to claim her even more and as I become more and more possessive, the heat between us is just staggering.

  Even though I’ve fucked so many women in New York City I could fill a high-rise, it’s never been like this.

  I’ve never felt this interdimensional oneness with another person. I’ve never felt as though I might die if she were to ever leave me.

  That’s a lot of trust to put in one person.

  I lie next to her and think of how great that was―but also in the back of my mind, the truth is nagging at me
once again. I can’t escape my treachery.

  Katy doesn’t know me, and if she finds out, will she ever feel the same way again? Will we ever experience this again together? If the answers to those questions even come close to no…well, that’s a reality that I can’t even consider.

  I look over at her beautiful, tired body and just hope that there’s some way for her to understand what I’ve done.

  The lies between us are keeping me apart from her. I feel as though I can’t trust this moment of happiness because it might be taken from me. The rug might be pulled out from under my feet, and life would turn to shit.

  If Katy can’t find a way to forgive, to understand that I had to do what I had to do to protect my company, I don’t know where I’d be.

  “That was so fucking good,” she’s saying. “Is it just me, or is sex between us amazing? I’ve never come so hard in my life or so many times. God, Marcus, where have you been all my life?”

  She reaches for the ice water, and I am left breathing heavily and feeling nothing but guilt. I need Katy to know the truth. She needs to know the truth.

  And it has to come from my own mouth or she’ll never understand.

  Chapter 31

  Katy

  We've been talking all night.

  I'm sore and I need a break.

  If Marcus's intention was to take my mind off the bomb scare, he certainly did that. He made sure to thoroughly saturate my senses so that I couldn't think of anything except for the splendid orgasmic high he was giving me.

  He's the most sexual man I've ever known. He's the most responsible and in control man I've ever known. Compared to him, my life looks like a mess.

  He seems to have it all together. He's always so on point. Everything he does, every word he says, has meaning.

  And I'm the girl, the hacker, who got herself into trouble. And he had to come rescue me.

  I've never had anybody care about me enough to come rescue me.

  I lie next to him in the dark of early morning, right before the sun even shines. I know he's sleeping, but I'm wide awake.