A Daddy for Mother's Day_A Secret Baby Romance

by Natalie Knight

  Stacy is eye-candy, yes, but she’s so much more. I half-expected her to be a timid one, but hell…she’s everything but timid.

  If the way that she was sucking my cock didn’t indicate that, well, the way that she’s kissing me now seals that deal.

  I’ve pushed her petite body against the wall and kissed her…but fuck, I think I’m the one being kissed. She’s wild and fierce, and she’s keeping me so fucking hard that soon enough there won’t be enough blood going up to my head.

  “Glad you’re here,” she breathes out, and then places her hands on my chest and pushes me back. I feel the back of my knees against the mattress and I sit back down on it; without taking her eyes off mine she climbs on top of me and grabs my cock.

  “You said you wanted to up the ante, didn’t you?” She teases me, tightening her fingers around my cock.

  “Is that what you’re doing?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” she replies, that damned smile on her lips.

  She points my cock up and then lowers herself until her pussy lips are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles so fucking tense it feels as if someone poured concrete into my veins.

  “You want it?” she whispers, still teasing me. “You’ll have to ask for it,” she continues, and I can’t even process what she’s saying. I’ve never asked for anything in my life—what I want, I just take.

  “Ask?” I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.

  “You’ll ask,” she continues, and then corrects herself. “You’ll beg.”

  Fuck, she’s really driving me crazy. If she keeps it up like this, I don’t know if I can resist it. Well, she’s wrong—I won’t beg. But, fuck, she just keeps brushing my cock against her pussy.

  I don’t know how she can take it.

  “No,” I groan, resisting this idea that I’m going to beg to fuck the woman I’m seducing…but then she lowers herself just one inch, taking my cock between her folds. I try and thrust, but she moves her hips up matching my movement.

  “Fuck, Stacy…just take my cock.”

  “Are you begging now?” she chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at her. Fuck, she got me there.

  “No,” I say too quickly. “I never beg. I just need my cock in you now. You know what you’re doing.”

  I chuckle, my voice blending with hers. Then, moving fast, I hook my fingers on her hips and just push her down while I thrust, impaling her on my cock.

  I grab her by the ass, holding her down, and I thrust so fucking hard I might just split her in half.

  “Fuck, Carter,” she whimpers into my ear, leaning into me and nibbling at my earlobe. Rocking her hips back and forth, she starts punishing my cock with such a violent intensity that I begin seeing stars dancing behind my eyes. I really don’t know what got into her, but…shit, this is good.

  She isn’t fucking like a regular woman; she’s fucking me like a goddess.

  She really is something special.

  “Babe,” I whisper back at her, needing to tell her what’s inside my mind, “you really are something.”

  I tell her that without thinking, the words escaping my lips so fast I have no control over them. I’ve just seen her for the first time a few moments ago, and I’m already telling her shit like this? What’s up with that?

  “I know,” she says simply, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breathe; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure

  She keeps riding me like a madwoman, and while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, she takes me to the edge of coming. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Stacy climaxes.

  She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am. Thank fuck the house is big enough for no one to hear us.

  I can’t just lie back now, though.

  Whether she likes it or not, I have to show her what I can do.

  Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still coming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a quivering moan.

  I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.

  I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go as fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered with sweat.

  “Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in history.

  “HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova.

  Sex has never been this good.

  She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself.

  My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.

  I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again.

  Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.

  She’s grabbing at the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white, and her moans have become hoarse and raspy; I’m figuring that she pushed her voice to its limit. And what a voice—it doesn’t matter if she uses it for talking, whispering, or screaming…it all makes my cock as hard as a fucking steel rod.

  I keep on fucking her with all I have, and I do it until she stops moaning; she just falls silent and takes one deep breath, every single muscle in her body tensing up like a nocked arrow.

  Her body starts spasming as if she’s having a seizure, and I feel my own cum pushing its way up my shaft. Once more, I grit my teeth and force it back down.

  I slide my cock out and I just can’t fight it anymore. I curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I’m ready to start stroking myself into oblivion when I hear her whisper. I focus, trying to hear what she’s saying, and then a grin takes over my lips as I finally manage to make out her words.

  “More…” she’s saying, “I need more.”

  Very well then.

  One last effort.

  Holding her by the hips, I grab my cock with one hand, ready to push it against her pussy, but then a thought crosses my mind.

  I let go of my cock and lean into her.

  She sighs as she realizes what I’m about to do…and then I just do it.

  I dive into her once more, my hands on her ass cheeks, and I slide my tongue up the length of her pussy, and then I do the same in a downward line. On the way back up, I make one final stop on her clit; instead of going, I just push my tongue against her clit, making it dance there.

  She squirms as I begin licking her, and I do it as if I’m a man possessed. I savor her like I never did before, and I do it until I just can’t control myself anymore; I pull back, grab my cock, and go for it.

  Pushing my cock aga
inst her sweet little pussy, I slide my shaft inside it. She’s so fucking tight that my insides clench, a wildfire raging inside my head.

  By the time my whole cock is inside of her, I can barely think straight. I just start rocking my hips unconsciously, my eyes closed as I succumb to a whirlwind of electric ecstasy.

  Time passes by without leaving a trace, and I don’t even know how much time has gone by since I started fucking her tight pussy.

  We’re both covered in sweat, and I know that my time is coming. I’m on the verge of drowning in pleasure, and this time there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This time I’ll be consumed by ecstasy and, fuck it, it’s about time.

  The moment I feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fucking vice, there’s no stopping me. My cock starts pulsing violently and I spray her insides with a vengeance. She comes at the same time, somehow managing to scream as if her throat wasn’t exhausted from the effort. She really doesn’t know any limitations.

  She’s still screaming out when I take my cock out of her pussy. I grab it as a fountain of cum gushes onto her back. I can’t take my eyes off of her body as my cum covers every single inch of her skin, dripping down her sides and making the sheets sticky.

  Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I stroke myself, long strands of my white juices shooting from my cock and onto her. She rolls on her back to face me and, the moment she does it, I hit her straight in the face with my cum. She just grins and opens her mouth wide, and I take aim, filling her mouth up to the brim.

  My heart is racing like a motherfucker as I see my own cum dripping down her chin, her mouth so full that she simply can’t hold it all inside her mouth. I keep on exploding like a fucking geyser until there’s not a single drop of cum inside of me, and only then do I let go of my cock.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, still unblinking; I just can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s completely covered in white, her skin glistening as my juices reflect the dim lights in the room. I lean into her, still breathing hard, and just lay my lips against her cheek.

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” I say, looking into her smart eyes as I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. “But that was fucking impressive.”

  She looks so fucking sweet right now, still glowing from the pleasure racing through her veins. From the moment our eyes met the first time, I knew I was in for something special…but this is better than what I’ve imagined.

  Stacy is different. She’s better than all the other women I’ve had.

  Fuck, Percy doesn’t deserve her.

  Nolan

  I grind my teeth as I drive up to the family mansion, dreading what I might find.

  Percy will be here for the reading of our father’s will. He'll be scheming to get his hands on all the money, no fucking doubt about it.

  He's already blackmailed me for the gambling losses I suffered in Vegas.

  Some brother, right?

  Well, at least we aren’t blood-related. I’m his stepbrother from our father's second marriage. I tried to be friends with Percy when we were younger but he was always a malicious little shit.

  Frankly, I don't have time or patience to deal with him.

  I'm a real estate investor and I've got fucking work to do. I just want to swing by the house and pay my respects to our father, and then I'm gone. But that motherfucker Percy has me delivering some files so he can blackmail somebody else...the family lawyer this time.

  I know the son-of-a-bitch is doing everything he can to get sole ownership of our father's business empire. It's pathetic, really—his only motivation in life is money.

  I peel down the driveway like I have more important shit to do, which is true. I want to get in and get out. I park and climb out of my car, walking toward the mansion where we all grew up…a mansion that now feels empty without our father.

  When I heard the news, it left me gutted…and now I see things falling apart around us.

  Percy's waiting for me as I step in the door.

  It obviously has no effect of any kind on Percy’s emotional level, though.

  "There you are, Nolan.” He gives me a smarmy grin, and I want nothing more than to sucker punch fucking face. “Finally. I've been waiting for hours."

  "Well, those papers weren't easy to get hold of. You'd think you would know with as many people as you’re blackmailing."

  Percy glances around the foyer. "Shut up, Nolan. You know nothing about my life. You better keep quiet, or I’ll fucking ruin you, too."

  He's a real asshole, my brother, and he always acts like this. I wish I could get out from under his thumb, but things are…complicated. I walk through the house and step into the meticulously landscaped backyard.

  The infinity pool cascades to the edge of the property and the view of mountains and ocean is just incredible. I just can't believe John isn’t here, and that I will never see him again.

  He was the only father I’ve ever known.

  Percy interrupts my silent remembrance.

  "You know, you still aren’t free. I have more assignments for you."

  "Shut the fuck up, Percy." I'm just about sick of his shit. Besides, with my 6'5 frame of pure muscle, I could wipe him out in half a second. "I don't know how long you expect me to put up with this, but it better end soon."

  He cowers from me—as he should. He’s always been scared of me, and now’s no exception.

  All he has over me is money, and as soon as I find out how to make that problem go away, I will get back at Percy for this.

  Mark my words.

  That's when I see her step out onto the balcony. She’s a slender, blonde goddess with piercing blue eyes. Her hair whips around her head as the wind comes off of the ocean waves in the distance.

  "Who’s that?" I ask Percy, mesmerized.

  "Who?" He turns and sees her standing there. From our vantage point we can see her but she can't see us. "Oh, her. My wife, Stacy."

  I laugh. And then I see that he’s serious.

  "You have a fucking wife, Percy? That’s ridiculous. I see what you're up to. She is part of your plan, right? To win Father's fortune?"

  It's all making sense, but I can't tear my eyes away from the beautiful girl on the balcony. My cock is getting hard just watching her and knowing she can't see me. She stares off into the distance as though she's looking for an answer out there, in the wild mountains beyond the property.

  What’s she doing here? I want to claim her for myself but…something about the way she’s dressed reveals that she's been freshly fucked. Maybe it's the way her hair is all tangled. Maybe it's the little barely-there slip she's wearing that slides off her shoulder. Or maybe it's the glow.

  She has the glow of a woman who’s just been satisfyingly and thoroughly fucked. It sure as shit wasn't Percy that put that glow on her face, so then who?

  "Forget about her," Percy says. "She’s none of your concern."

  Yeah fucking right. How could I ever forget her? She’s burned into my memory, and I'm already dying to strip away what's left of her outfit and claim her right there on the balcony.

  In fact, I'm on my way up to do just that when Percy stops me. He grabs my arm but I yank it away.

  "What the fuck?"

  "I'm not done with you yet,” he hisses. “Just because you gave me these papers, don’t think you’re free. I have another assignment for you, Nolan, and I need it done right. You can’t fuck this one up."

  This motherfucker is starting to get on my nerves. I have a half a mind to punch him into oblivion and then toss Stacy over my shoulder and make my way up to her room, but I think better of it. Percy truly does have a way to ruin me, and I need to tread lightly for the time being.

  I have no fucking clue what he’s got on her to make her go along with whatever diabolical plan he’s concocted this time. I will find out though. Just not yet. Right now I’m still under this asshole’s thumb until I’m able to shake him.

  Tearing my gaze from Stacy, I t
urn back to Percy with a sigh.

  "Fine. Tell me what the fuck you want this time."

  Stacy

  The library in this place is incredible.

  I'm starting to get used to this mansion lifestyle. There's an ocean and mountain view from outside my window, a gourmet kitchen, theater, and let me just come right out and say it: there are gorgeous men to fuck.

  I don't even have to leave this castle. They come to me.

  I thought Kieran was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but then I met Carter. He fucked me so well that I slept like a baby and forgot all about wanting to fix my Percy problem.

  Anyway, if I'm going to be confined to this palace I might as well catch up on my reading, and this place is stocked with all the classics, from Dickens to Thoreau, and new reads, too.

  I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment imagining that my Heathcliff will come and save me. I know Carter and Kieran are sleeping here too, somewhere. I wish one of them would find me in here and make me come hard as I’m bent over the leather couch I'm currently nestled up in.

  Carter is fucking hot but I still haven't experienced Kieran. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and laid-back vibe, I think we could make some real magic happen.

  Mind wanders to some truly naughty places as I imagine fucking both of them at once. Carter's licking my clit while Kieran claims me from behind. There are cocks everywhere, for every hole.

  I’ve never imagined something like this before, but I’ve never been confronted with the insanely hot sex appeal that radiates from both of them. The idea of being double stuffed is so crazy hot that I pull my dress up and my panties down, tossing them to the side. Then I begin to touch myself right here in the library.

  I don't care who walks in.

  Maybe it'll be my fake husband Percy, and he'll know that even though he's trying to ruin my life I can be happy anywhere, even here in this luxurious prison.

  I slide my fingers inside my pussy and the juices are already flowing. Gushing, really. I'm moaning loudly, and I spread out my legs, biting on my bottom lip as I feel electric shocks race up my spine.