Baby Batter: A Baby For The Billionaire Single Dad Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release. Reading my mind, Kirk allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, unclasps my bra.

  My clothing just falls away, and I step out of it and reach for Kirk.

  My fingers work fast, undoing the knot on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I flatten the open palm of my hands against the hard outline of his pecs, my fingers trailing down to feel the grooves between his rock-hard abs, and I feel my pussy turning into a wet mess.

  My thong is sticking to my skin uncomfortably, and I ache to be completely naked and at his mercy.

  He feels the same.

  Spinning me around with one quick maneuver, he pushes me back against the wall now, hooking his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and yanks. There’s a ripping sound, and then the thong just slides off my body, my insides clenching as it happens.

  I fucking love it when he does that, even if he did just ruin yet another of my fave La Perlas. But I can deal with that because it just makes me so wet.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I grin at him and, biting on my lower lip, reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I feel his cock straining against his pants, and I can’t wait to set it free.

  I pull his zipper down with trembling fingers, his cock tenting up his boxer briefs. And then I just move as fast as I can. God, I’ve missed this man.

  His cock springs free at once, pulsing with the kind of raw intensity WineBar always has, and there are a few drops of pre-cum glistening on its tip. I just want to lap it right up.

  “You’re mine,” he whispers as he kicks off his shoes and then steps out of his pants and boxers.

  He’s moving so fast that he becomes a blur. He presses his naked body against mine and kisses me.

  His mouth on mine is more home than anything I’ve ever known. The taste of his breath, the hum of his moans mingling with mine, him still cradling my head as I’m practically climbing him against this wall.

  There’s an urgency that we have every time we touch. And if I’m being honest, I don’t think that urgency is ever going to die. Not after everything we’ve just been through.

  I’ll never get enough of him.

  The hands gripping my hair trail down my spine and grasp my ass with both hands, lifting me up so that my pussy is lined up with his cock. Kirk is harder than perhaps I’ve ever felt him. And that’s really fucking saying something with the massive cock he has!

  I’m grinding my pussy against it, running it up and down my folds, and I’m getting just so damned hungry for it. That’s like the only way to describe it.

  We’re in love—OMG, we’re in love!—and I’m totally in love with that cock of his. I know exactly what it is going to feel like when I glide down on its full length.

  Which needs to happen like right the fuck now.

  I line my entrance up to his cock now, pretty much grinding against him and shivering with my need.

  Kirk is holding me but doesn’t impale me with the same force that he normally would. In fact, he’s still letting me be in charge...and I’m happy to be able to ride him as long as I can be on that massive cock. His hands are gripping me so tight, but I’m in the driver’s seat.

  For now, at least. It’s only a matter of time before my WineBar needs to be the one in charge. That’s fine.

  I fucking love that too.

  Pulling back from our kiss, and with my lips bruised from how hard we’re kissing, I take in the gorgeous sight of his perfectly chiseled face. His eyes are so full of emotion that something breaks in my chest—something that I didn’t know was there.

  I’ve never been so happy in my life as I am to see him look at me with love. Adoration, and love. I feel the same.

  I’m probably going to drool if I look at his perfect face any longer. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone as painfully handsome as him. The kind of pain that makes your pussy throb...yeah, back to that.

  I slide down on his cock, biting on my lower lip but keeping my eyes locked with his. I can’t help but suck in a breath when his cock’s enormous head is inside my pussy. Kirk feels so good inside me.

  He watches me with that intensity he sometimes gets, and I pretty much melt. Looking at his face could be enough to make me cum. Seriously.

  I can’t help but shiver just watching him, watching me. I feel my pussy stretching, filling up with him. Slowly—torturously, teasingly slow—I lower my body onto his cock.

  I see the power struggle in his eyes. Kirk has slammed so deep into me so many times, and I know muscle memory alone wants to take over—that dominant, possessive streak that runs deep.

  But right now, he’s along for my ride. He’s letting me do this, letting me take this where I want it to go.

  Of course, going slow is a delicious agony for me too. I need to feel his cock so deep inside me I can’t breathe. I’m inhaling and exhaling slowly as it is.

  I focus and take deep breaths because the sensation of his cock filling me up is so much more intense when I do. The erotic pressure building in my stomach burns hot in my blood, my nerve endings tingling through my body.

  My legs shake—and he’s not even all the way in me yet. I need him so damn bad to make up for all this lost time, but I’m still forcing myself to go so slow.

  I feel my pussy drip down his cock beneath me where I haven’t fully swallowed him up yet.

  Kirk moans a primal, needy sound. His fingers grip my ass harder, but he uses what I imagine is all the willpower he can muster to not slam me all the way down on his cock.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asks in a breathier voice than he normally has, the tone huskier than normal too.

  “I just want to make this moment last,” I say before I think about my words. “I want it burned into my memory forever.”

  That’s the truth though. I’m taking a snapshot in time of him telling me he loves me, me telling him the same, and then consummating our love in a way that’s so different from all the other times we fucked.

  Yeah, I’m that girl right now. I’m so fine with being that girl right now.

  I’m the girl that’s making love, being fucking sweet and sassy and all that jazz instead of just fucking like the filthy animals we are.

  Don’t get me wrong, I fully intend to bring the filth.

  But right now, I’m savoring every sweet second. I sway my head to the side to kiss his neck. I lick his collarbone just as I’m slowly taking those last delicious inches of him. His cock jerks inside me, a sharp reaction to the need I’ve created in him.

  My body is filling up with him, and there are practically stars behind my eyes, tasting him and taking him like this.

  I roll my hips in an exaggerated, intense motion. The angle of his cock in my pussy is breathtakingly good, hitting me in all the right places. My inner walls are grasping him for dear life.

  I need to be able to hold him tight like this all over. My lips press a kiss into his skin. I want to kiss him every day for the rest of my life.

  The warmth of his skin around mine, the sound of his breathing, the feel of his heart. I lay my head against his chest, and I sigh with the kind of contentedness that only love brings. I’m in absolute bliss right now.

  Kirk’s fingers press into me, but still he doesn’t take over. He lets me ride him and holds me tight to him all at once. He kisses the top of my head where I’m snuggled against him.

  I feel so safe in his arms. My body is supercharged with lust, and it’s burning slowly and deliciously through us both, leaving us in calm cinders and ash as the angles and continuing thrusts bring us both closer to cumming.

  Like, yeah, we’re fucking slowly, but you have to know that I’m still working that cock with everything I have, babe. You know when you’re fucking your man, you’re owning that dick and making it yours?

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sp; Yep, that’s what I’m doing, wrapping my pussy around him and making us both want to cry because it feels so fucking good. The orgasm that builds with that is like lapping waves coming in with the tide. Each lap of the waves against our skin, the pleasure ever building, gets a fraction more intense until everything collides and crashes with us both.

  My nipples pressing against his chest are becoming too much. Every time I roll my hips and close down on his cock more, my lips start to quiver a little bit more. I lift my head up, and my eyes blaze at his; I feel the fire radiating from me.

  I’m ready now.

  “Fuck me hard,” I say. It isn’t a request, it isn’t a demand; it’s a promise that when he fucks me hard like he does so damn well, I’m going to cum so hard it’s going to shatter me.

  Kirk carries me off to the bed and lays me down on it, pulling my legs up and apart. He spreads me wide, and now it’s his turn to roll his hips. His delicious strokes drive his cock so deep inside me that I cry out in ecstasy.

  Every single thrust is more intense than the last. Faster, harder, deeper.

  I think the top of my head may fly off. I feel how wet my pussy is, dripping with desire for his every move. My eyes trail down to watch the cock sliding in and out of me.

  Fuck, I still catch my breath to see just how large it is, and it’s inside me! That’s the kind of shock I’ll happily welcome every damn day because, oh my god does it feel eye-rollingly, panty-droppingly perfect.

  I reach out and grip the sheets, the pleasure almost too much to bear because I’m shaking thunderously. Tremors of pleasure overtake me, and my eyes roll back in their orbits. A low, throaty moan that turns into a full-blown scream tears from my lips.

  It feels like a waterfall—that’s how much I’m gushing, drenching WineBar’s cock with my juices as I clamp down so hard he has to work to keep the powerful contractions from pushing him right the fuck out.

  Kirk is slamming damn hard into me, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and letting me know that cock is not getting shoved out just yet. He jackhammers in harder, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My back arches up higher while I grip the table for dear life, and that just brings my breast more into his mouth.

  That makes me tremble more, until I’m practically convulsing on the bed. I hear a smug laugh on my breast, my nipple tickling with a small hum of sound on my skin.

  Of course, Kirk’s taking great satisfaction in me falling apart like this. I mean, I rode him as long as I could, but what I really need is what only he can do to me. And he knows it.

  Hard, relentless fucking that shows me just how much he wants me. In case you weren’t paying attention, that’s a whole hell of a lot.

  He’s still pumping into me just as hard, and I feel his cock turning to steel encased in velvet, claiming every inch of me and ready to burst. I can’t fucking wait for him to fill me up with a bucketload of cum.

  “Are you gonna fill up my mouth or my pussy, Daddy?” I ask in my most innocent voice. I feel his cock twitch inside me.

  Yeah, me and WineBar, we’re filthy as hell. What can I say?

  “First the pussy, and then you can lick up all the cum after,” Kirk says with a voice just totally made for sin. It sears my pussy almost as much as his cock does, making my clit flutter at just the idea.

  “Then you’ll give me another kiss to taste how good we are together.” It’s so dirty, but that’s what makes it so hot.

  We can share everything. I fucking love it.

  “You know it, baby. I fucking love tasting us in that perfect mouth of yours.” Kirk groans. “But now I’m gonna fill up that pussy first. I want to see our cum leaking down your thighs.”

  Holy hell. Hot, right?

  I feel him fire off the first huge rope of cum in my pussy. It’s so hot as it ricochets inside me, and my own orgasm fires off with his.

  He’s serious about the cum leaking from my defiled pussy. It’s everywhere. I may have to lick that up later, just to see the look on his face when I do it.

  Seriously, there should be a warning on this man; the way that he fucks me is damn near hazardous to my health!

  My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I think I might actually be able to hear it. My orgasm gushes my own cream down my thighs, and I see it dripping down Kirk’s balls as he keeps slamming into me.

  We make quite a mess together, and I love every second of it.

  Kirk slams so hard into me that I could forget my name. His cock is erupting hot cum deep in my pussy still, and I’m shivering all around him. The wet sound of him slapping against me is so erotic that I lick my lips just hearing it.

  “Oh god!” I cry out with his next thrust.

  “You like that, baby? Fuck, I swear your pussy was made for this cock.”

  Yes. Yes, it is. And now it’s all mine.

  I’m whimpering now. He’s slamming into me so hard. I crave every second of the hard way he fucks.

  Kirk only fucks harder while he cums. His cock rockets inside me and stays hard as titanium, and he still keeps going.

  Like I said before. WineBar’s an Olympic gold medalist in marathon fucking. His cock is basically magic.

  Cinderella can keep the slippers, because I’m a lot happier with Kirk’s cock and how it fits so perfectly inside me.

  Kirk pulls his cock out. I’m not licking it yet, so I look at him with a raised eyebrow. It’s raised in curiosity because I’m not about to question the man with a foot-long fuck pole pointed at me.

  Especially since I see that it’s still shooting out cum, and he’s getting me right on the tits. Thick ropes of cum land right on my chest, dripping down in straight lines toward the wet spot between my thighs. I stick my tongue out in request.

  Kirk gets a wicked grin and wags his cock at me.

  “Not yet, Em. You’ll taste this cock when I say you can,” he says in that darkly delicious voice.

  I’ve got shivers everywhere. My toes are curling. God, he knows how to drive me absolutely wild.

  He covers me in all that cum, my skin blanketed by its white warmness, and then he flips me over. We’re sticky and all messy, but we’re not even close to done.

  “Ass up, facedown,” Kirk says with an air of authority that makes my clit twitch. I’m all for being taken charge everywhere else, but I’m more than happy to comply when he tells me what to do.

  I wiggle my ass up in the air, and I hear the sharp sound of a spank before my mind even registers the sensation. I tremble, but I keep my ass up. His cock glides back into me, and he spanks me again.

  This time, my pussy clenches around his cock with the spanking. Partially because I want him to do it again—the vibration against my pussy shakes through my whole body deliciously—and partially because I can’t help just thinking how good his cock feels.

  “Spank me harder, please. I need it,” I start to beg. I’m honestly a little surprised to hear how insistent I am.

  There’s something about being a little bit filthy and then cumming a whole lot that makes you want to dive even deeper into the twisted sort of shit that’s depraved enough to make your pussy all sopping wet, though, you know? Especially when I’ve spent so long away from this guy. Missing him.

  But now he’s here. And he’s mine. And I’m his.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Kirk says, and I can pretty much hear the satisfaction spreading across his gorgeous face in a smile that would drench my panties if he wasn’t already so deep inside me that I can almost taste his cock.

  Mmmm, soon.

  His hand closes over that spot—the heat of his skin on the abused ass cheek enough to make me yelp. That—and the sensation of him slamming so deep into me—would’ve been enough to set off my orgasm on its own.

  But then he brings the fingers of his other hand to my clit, and that’s it. I explode. Thank god the walls of this building are pretty thick, or else everyone on this floor would go crazy with the way I’m screaming right now, wishing they were getting fucked
like me.

  My body melts, and I’m struggling to keep my ass up in the air when my limbs turn to jelly. The pleasure explodes through my body. My pussy is dripping cream.

  I’m so aroused. I can hear the wet sound of my cum practically sloshing as he keeps fucking hard into me. It’s just the kind of pornographic slice of reality that makes me groan and cum just a little bit harder.

  It drives me closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.

  Kirk knows this—remember I told you how he knows my body better than I do? And, thank fuck, he does. Because he slams that hand back down on that same spot on my ass, tortures my clit, and slams his huge cock even harder into my pussy.

  My knees buckle, and he holds me up because I’m pretty much just dangling there, totally spent.

  I cum so hard that my eyes just quit working, and I’m dizzy for a few seconds. That’s right, Kirk fucks me so well that I’m on the verge of passing out.

  My pussy is clamping down hard on his cock, and it doesn’t take long for that to have the ricochet effect.

  Pulling out of my pussy with a wet pop, Kirk strokes his cock and flips me over before climbing on top of me. His knees are on either side of my head, and he’s stroking that formidable cock right in front of my face.

  He rubs it messily on my face with the first burst of his cum that shoots out.

  He’s simply a wonder of nature. He’s cumming the second time in a row, and he still manages to shoot a veritable gallon over my already drenched body. And yes, if you’re wondering, it’s as glorious as it sounds.

  I stick my tongue out, and this time he cups my hair and unloads a long sticky rope of cum right on my tongue. The salty taste of him makes me desperate for him, and I lean forward to take him in my mouth.

  He raises up so that he can pipe that big dick right down my throat. I swallow against him, my eyes watering and my mouth filling up instantly with his enormous cock.

  But I love, love being stuffed full of his cock like this. Kirk keeps stroking my hair, and I’m mesmerized by his gorgeous face as his cock pumps his hot load down my throat.