Baby Batter: A Baby For The Billionaire Single Dad Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Obliging, Malcolm thrusts his cock as deep as he can, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as a storm of pleasure takes over my mind. This time I don’t even moan – I scream, doing it so hard that my throats feels on fire, my lungs working to their exhaustion.

  God, how many times have I already came? I’ve already lost track! Sex with Malcolm is the most perfect kind of marathon, that much is for sure.

  “Need to cool off?” He laughs as he slides his cock out of me, his thickness leaving my pussy lips with a wet sound. Without waiting for my reply, he turns on his heels and walks back toward a side table where a bucket of ice sits, a bottle of champagne propped up on the middle.

  Plunging his hand there, he comes back with a piece of ice.

  “What --?” I start, but he just presses the ice right between my tits and then slides it down, the cold feeling amazing on my burning skin. “Oh,” I sigh with a smile as I feel the ice going over my stomach; Malcolm continues moving it down in a straight line, only stopping when he has the ice brushing over my pussy lips.

  “Better?” He chuckles. I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t find the words – my brain is just too busy right now, trying to process all the mixed signals my pussy is sending it.

  “Better,” I manage to reply, even though I’m only repeating his question.

  Oh, this is so much better than what was on the menu. I love being the appetizer, entree’ and dessert. And just like a fine meal, I know that Malcolm will take his time savoring every bite. Which is exactly what I want.

  “I want more of that pussy, Athena,” he whispers, grabbing me by the hand and leading me across the dining room. “Now that I’ve had a taste… Fuck, I’m addicted to it,” he continues, guiding me back to the table. I turn around to face him, and he grabs me by the hips and forces me up, making me sit up on the table; I place my hands on the surface, and I bump against the bottle of wine as I do it. It tumbles down from the table, the wine spilling onto the floor, but Malcolm just ignores it.

  In fact, more than ignore it, he makes an effort to do even worse. He pushes me back across the table and then, using one arm, he sweeps everything on top of it to the floor. Plates and glasses all fall down, creating a mess his maid won’t enjoy tomorrow, but I got to say – it kind of adds to the moment. I just love seeing the fury of his desire, the way he doesn’t care about anything else right now aside from my body.

  Resting his hands over my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then stands between them, the tip of his cock already glistening from the pre-cum. Closing the distance between us, he grabs one of my breasts and, using his free hand, he pushes his cock down until its tip is pressed against my pussy.

  “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts. I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up on my lips, and I let it explode in the room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that’s exactly what he does: he starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a growing pace.

  When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.

  “Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway - what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally - I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen.

  I know, I know – it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But what can I do? After everything that happened between the two of us, after really getting to know him… I just can’t help myself. And, just between you and me, more than craving his cock, I think that… I think that I’m falling for him.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Malcolm says, more to himself than to me. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone that had a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But, just like I told you before… if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price.

  “Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Malcolm sure is a gift from the heavens.

  I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my entire life but, somehow, I just can’t stop myself from wanting more. He told me that my pussy was an addiction, and I know exactly what he meant by that – after all, I’m addicted to his cock right now.

  And so, even though my body might be shutting down, my mind will push through. So I do what I have to - I roll on the table, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Even though I can’t see him, I know he’s taking his time with the sight of my naked body, and I can almost feel his gaze crawling up the curve of my ass.

  Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me back so that my knees are on the edge of the table; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them - in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my pussy lips parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.

  “Fuck me, Malcolm…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh, well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go.

  I can’t even believe I’m doing this right now, surrendering to the one man I should be guarded against. But here I am, and it’s been an amazing ride. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d ever be fucked like this. For God’s sake - with him, to come three times is just foreplay! This is what fantasies are made of.

  All these thoughts vanish as the sound of Malcolm’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks start to fill the room. My head’s down, my hair hanging over my face, but I still smile - I’ve come to relish that sinful sound, something wicked and pleasurable to it. Perhaps I like it so much because it translates as me being fucked hard by a perfect man.

  He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he pinches my nipple. I moan subduedly, my throat too spent to do anything that demands more of an effort. Still, even though all my muscles are cramping, I start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I do it, he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand - this time just once, but hard enough that I know there’s going to be a mark there for the next few hours. And that’s just fine - I love to be marked by him like this.

  My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my entire life… This tired and happy, I mean.

  Malcolm’s thrusts don’t take long to do their job - a fire rises inside of me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as solid a
s concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that I won’t be the only one burning up: Malcolm’s cock is already twitching hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

  We don’t say a word.

  We let our bodies do the talking and we just surrender, the high tide of pleasure sweeping us both. I fight back against the pain in my throat and give birth to one final scream, the sound of it so shrill I feel my eardrums recoiling. As my voice quivers, I feel my insides becoming warmer, his cock shooting a river of cum inside of me. We remain still and locked in place, our bodies in communion as we both climax.

  He fills me up to the brim, his cum dripping down my legs and staining the table under me. And still he keeps cumming - Malcolm truly is a God among men. Ripped as a model, hung as God… It’s only fitting that when he cums he has gallons of it to shoot. Not that I’m complaining, far from it. In fact, I absolutely love it: to see him cum like that and knowing that I’m the one responsible for it… Well, do I need to say anything else? His pleasure is my pleasure.

  I don’t move until he’s done, his cock finally stopping all movement. By then the surface of the table under me has become a wet mess, strands of cum going down my legs and pooling around my knees.

  The moment he slides his cock out I simply collapse on top of the table, laying on my stomach. Swear to God, the moment I feel the cold wooden tabletop under my belly, I drift off almost immediately. My eyelids droop and it’s as if I’m unconscious, even though my body’s still registering everything around me.

  I feel Malcolm’s fingers tracing the outline of my ass and, placing both his hands between my thighs, he makes me spread my legs. Even though I’m barely conscious I can’t help but sigh heavily as I feel his face between my thighs, his mouth once again on my pussy lips, licking them dry. His tongue goes up and down my folds in such a gentle way that the corner of my lips curl into a tenuous smile, almost as if I were in a dream - the kind of dream from which you don’t want to wake up.

  He keeps going until there isn’t anything left to lick, going as far as licking the strands of cum that slid down my legs. Finally done, he makes me sit up on the table and then picks me up.

  Carrying me in his arms, he takes me across the dining room and climbs upstairs. He opens the door to one of the room and steps inside, walking toward a large bed. He lays me down there, the mattress shifting under our weight, and then he lays next to me. I roll to the side, snuggling against him with one arm across his chest. It’s time to stop fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness - and that’s exactly what I do. With my eyes closed, I take one deep breath and I’m out.

  I dive head first into the void, a dreamless sleep engulfing me. But, before I drown in it, I still have the time to feel my heart fluttering inside my chest, a pleasant warmness crawling toward my mind. God, I couldn’t be happier right now. Whatever happens, nobody will be able to steal this moment from me: our naked and exhausted bodies pressed together, both me and Malcolm drifting off.

  I’ve never been what you’d call a romantic… But, damn, this feels right.

  Athena

  “Where--?” I ask as I open my eyes, blinking as my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. I sit up, realizing that I’m not in my bed, and the memories from before just flood me in a rush.

  Oh my God, I had sex with Malcolm.

  “Hey,” I hear him say, and I turn around, realizing that he’s lying down by my side. Sitting up next to me, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “G’morning,” he whispers, and my eyes snap to the window. Even though the curtains are drawn, I can still see the pink glow of a sunrise beyond them.

  “Did we sleep the whole night?” I ask him, still trying to deal with the memories from the amazing sex we had. I mean, those are the kinds of memories I’ll take to my deathbed.

  “We did. You were… exhausted,” he replies with a soft chuckle, and I laugh too, my body still feeling sore. Yeah, I was exhausted, alright.

  “Well, I’m not exhausted anymore,” I shoot back, my eyes wandering up and down his naked body. Hey, don’t judge – after I had a taste, I just want to get back at it.

  Pressing my body against his, my breasts brushing against his arm, I rest one hand on his chest and slide it down, only stopping when I have my fingers around his cock. It hardens up against my palm fast, desire making it as hard as a diamond, and I feel my heart drumming that old song of lust and desire.

  Round two – here we go.

  I run my fingers up and down his shaft, and it gets harder as I stroke it, growing to its full potential. With one last look into his eyes, I lean and brush the tip of my tongue against his cock. Its tip is delicious, and it unleashes these butterflies inside my stomach again. God, I can feel my pussy wetting my thighs. My clit aching to be touched, played with.

  I lower my mouth onto his cock while I massage the rest of his shaft with my hands, stroking it in tune with the strokes of my mouth, matching it as Malcolm reaches for my breasts and squeezes them eagerly. His hands are all over my body, and it feels absolutely amazing; I stay the course sucking his cock and enjoying the way I send him into pure oblivious bliss.

  Needing to feel every square inch of his body I rest my free hand over his stomach and Malcolm shivers as I trace his chiseled abs with my fingernail, outlining each one of his eight pack abs. He starts to breath shallow, and I know I have his full attention.

  Rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, I only stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of his cock, I start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.

  Malcolm lays both his hands on my head and, hooking his fingers on my hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock again - the moment my lips are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my head the only directions I need.

  Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside my chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him. Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideway and lick the whole length of his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. They’re heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can’t wait to feel all over my body.

  I’ve never been one to go full blown kinky, but with Malcolm somehow that seems to be the standard. And I just love it - the dirtier and naughtier the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have ever experienced… I never even knew sex could be this good.

  Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, I don’t stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws on my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with his cum, but he has other plans - he pulls his cock out of my mouth and makes me sit up again, his narrowed eyes locked on mine.

  “Give me those lips,” he whispers, and my eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.

  He lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.

  This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tong
ue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals, as my eyes wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.

  With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back.

  "I’ve developed a taste for your pussy, you know?" he suddenly says with a chuckle.

  "I noticed. And I developed a taste for this " I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me – even though I should be used to it by now, I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge.

  “Well, then we’re in luck, aren’t we?” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though - I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.

  Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

  Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.

  “Why do you have to be so fucking delicious?” he asks me, an expression of amusement on his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has pulled me up and into him, my legs wrapped around his waist I rest my arms over his shoulders.