A Daddy for Mother's Day_A Secret Baby Romance

by Natalie Knight

  “I want to cum in your mouth,” he tells me with a grin.

  I smile at him, take my hand out of his cock and continue moving my head in a pendulum motion, sucking him harder and faster over all his length, all the while pleasuring myself too.

  He groans, his breathing becoming harder as his hands intensify the pressure on my head, his fingertips digging into my scalp.

  I keep going until his cock starts spasming violently inside my mouth, unleashing a torrent of cum and filling me up. His semen starts dripping off my mouth, going down to my chin and breasts, and only then does he pull back, his cock still pulsing hard.

  Still looking at him, I swallow all his seed. I let go of my clit and rub his cum on my breasts with both hands, smearing his milky seed all over my skin. Without taking my eyes off him, I place my cum-coated fingers over my lips and suck them dry, one at a time.

  “Fuck, you’ll be the end of me,” he groans, that delicious smile still on his lips. “But the night is just starting, babe. How do you feel about taking a shower?” He asks me, offering me his hand.

  “Lead the way” I smile as I get up.

  We step inside his huge bathroom—seriously, who needs a bathroom this big? —and he turns the faucet on.

  A few seconds later, we’re under the warm running water. He starts gently, soaping me up, but it doesn’t take long before we’re kissing savagely under the running water.

  As our tongues wrestle one another, his hands slide down to my pussy and he starts massaging it.

  Wasting no time, he pushes one finger inside me and starts sliding it in and out. Soon there are two fingers inside me, moving hard and fast in a hooking motion. Then, three fingers. Sweet Christ, he’s driving me insane. I scream, the sound of my voice drowned out by the water.

  I need to feel his cock inside my aching pussy, and I need to feel it right now.

  “Fuck me, Todd,” I plead, looking straight into his eyes. As a reply, he merely grins at me. Not yet, his gaze seems to say.

  He pulls out his fingers, and I moan hard as I feel them slide out from my pussy. Then he places his hands on my waist and turns my body around, making me face the wall as he slaps my ass.

  My hands are pressed against the wall as he runs his finger from my pussy to my ass crack. He massages it softly, and then presses one finger against my ass hole; slowly, he starts sliding it in.

  He starts out by fingering my ass, but I want more than just his fingers. Knowing that, he grabs his cock and presses its tip on my hole. Then, he goes in, appreciating my tightness as his cock slides in inch by slow inch.

  My inner walls stretch, trying to accommodate the thickness of his cock. When he has his cock fully buried deep in my ass, he begins thrusting, a coming and going motion, increasing his pace.

  I take one hand to my pussy and start pleasuring myself, rubbing my clit in circles with my index and middle finger.

  Taking my thumb to my clit, I slide two fingers inside me, my whole skin prickling as I do it. Todd is now fucking my ass as hard and fast as he can, my walls tightening around his shaft.

  I close my eyes, focusing on everything that’s happening around me—the running water, his cock inside me, my fingers buried in my pussy, and my thumb rubbing my clit.

  I explode. There’s simply no better way to put it.

  As I moan, scream and shout, he gradually slows his pace before he final pulls out his cock.

  “Oh, fuck…” I sigh, my legs turning into jelly.

  Closing my eyes, I allow him to soap me up again, his long fingers softly moving over my skin.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers into my ear, and I open my eyes to look at him.

  “I love it when you say it like that.”

  “What do you say we go back to the bedroom?” he asks me with a grin. “I’m not done with you. Not yet,” he continues, a devilish smile on his face, his warm eyes piercing my soul.

  I’m still breathing so hard from the orgasm he just gave me, that I can’t even reply. I just smile at him and nod my head, agreeing with him.

  My legs still shaking, I try to get out of the shower but I almost fall on the floor. He picks me up fast, one arm around my waist, and then wraps a cotton towel around my body. Gently, he pats me dry and then leads me back to the bedroom, only stopping when we reach the bed.

  Once there, he gently puts me down on the mattress. He makes me spread my legs and places himself on top of me.

  We kiss, our lips locked in a fierce embrace. His lips start going down my neck, passing by my breasts and my belly, and going straight for my thighs. My whole body shivers as he licks and kisses my inner thighs, and I pant as I feel him closing in on my pussy. Oh, I can’t wait to feel his warm tongue on me…

  I grab his hair with both hands, trying to force his mouth to come to my pussy, but he resists and just continues kissing my inner thighs as I moan in anticipation.

  “I want it…I want it now,” I moan, louder than before. I let go of his hair and start pinching and lightly slapping my nipples, one at a time. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny and wet.

  “And what’s it?” he laughs.

  “I want you to eat my pussy…No mercy.” I whisper, surprised at myself for saying something like that. Usually, I’m not that vocal in the bedroom…except when it comes to Todd.

  “You know what you want. I like that,” he grins. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

  He says, taking his mouth straight to my pussy.

  Giving up on all the teasing, he goes directly to my clit, wrapping his tongue around it and licking it in circles. He sucks eagerly, and then he lets go and uses his tongue to lick the whole length of my burning pussy.

  I lift and move my hips against his mouth, my fingers tangled on his hair. He takes his time, and I love him for it…he sure knows what he’s doing. His lips and tongue are taking complete control of my wetness, and there’s nothing better than it.

  As he eats my pussy, he slowly inserts one finger inside me and starts moving it lightly in a coming and going motion. I moan, still moving my hips against him.

  Then, with no warning at all, he slides two fingers in and starts fingering me hard right from the start, still sucking on my clit. He doesn’t even build the pace—he just goes hard right from the beginning.

  I’m screaming now, my throat growing sore. But I don’t care. Why would I?

  I can hear the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and, God, hearing that just makes me feel even hornier…if that’s even possible.

  My whole body is burning and I quickly reach my orgasm. I come hard, my whole body trembling, but he continues fucking me with his fingers. I’m grabbing the sheets hard and my toes are curled. I’m drunk in pleasure…and the best part is, I know there’s still more to come.

  He takes his fingers out of me, all of them covered in my juices, and lets go of my clit too. He places his body on top of mine, pressing down on me, and kisses me, the flavor of my own pussy flooding my mouth.

  Oh God, I need him to fuck me.

  As if he could hear my thoughts, he places the head of his cock right against my pussy entrance; holds it there for a couple a seconds, pressing it on me, and then pushes it all the way inside in one single thrust.

  I moan out loud, feeling all his length inside me…swear to God, this feels like pure magic.

  I arch my back, making my hips meet his, tightening my walls around his thick shaft. I want him to fuck me as fast and hard as is humanely possible. Our lips become one once more, kissing roughly over each other. I carve my fingernails down his back, and my legs move up to wrap tight around his waist.

  His lips move from my mouth to my breasts then. He kisses my right breast and sucks my hard nipple, slowly at first, while he pinches my other nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and his index finger.

  As he continues doing that, he starts sucking and pinching harder, and I can’t help but scream. Right now, he has total control over my
body; our bodies are arching against each other, colliding in a passionate embrace.

  Todd’s cock pushes its way deeper into my walls, and he groans out at every thrust. His cock is massaging my clit the deeper he goes, and I just can't get enough of this.

  I begin to feel another orgasm coming for me and I just let go.

  I scream. My fingernails dig deep onto his shoulders blades, hard enough to draw blood. I don’t know for sure, but if that’s the case, he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t stop—he goes even harder—and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  He thrusts hard a few more times, and only then does he pull out.

  Moving fast, he grabs me by the wrist, forcing me to stand up and get out of the bed. I follow him, my inner thighs slipping against each other due to the wetness of my pussy.

  He stops near the window.

  “Turn around,” he asks me, his hands on my waist. “I want to fuck you like that,” he whispers into my ear.

  His lips slip to my neck and his fingers trace a firm line down to my lower back. I place my arms on the window’s sill and jut my ass toward his thighs. He grabs his shaft, presses it against the whole length of my pussy, and starts moving it up and down against it.

  Suddenly, he releases his cock from his hand and slides it inside me. His hands go to my waist, one on each side.

  My skin prickles as he thrusts, and he does it mercilessly. I force my eyes open to take in the view of the city; down below the roads crisscross in a web of concrete, hundreds of people lining the sidewalks and going on about their daily lives…and that while the most perfect man I’ve ever met fucks me hard.

  What else could I wish for?

  I move my hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts. He slides one hand from my waist to my ass cheeks, pressing it there.

  “Hit me,” I beg him and, even though I can’t see him, I can almost feel his grin.

  He passes his fingers lightly on my cheek, making me tickle.

  Then he gives me what I want; he slaps my ass hard, that sweet pain travelling from my cheeks and up my spine.

  “You like it?” He asks me, his tone a teasing one.

  “Yes…I like it…Do it…” I say between moans.

  He starts slapping me harder and harder, ramming his cock into me almost too violently.

  Then, he pulls his cock out and grabs me by the waist, making me turn to him.

  His lips reach for mine as I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock slips inside me once again and I sway my body, fucking him hard. My arms are around his neck, my lips locked on his, and his cock is pulsing hard against my inner walls.

  Oh, this is Heaven.

  I come again, my pussy tightening around his cock, all his inches buried deep inside me. I don’t know how many times I’ve come tonight, but who cares? I’ve broken my personal record, and that’s all I care about.

  Still with my legs around his waist, he carries me to the edge of the bed. He sits down on the mattress with me on top of him. Knowing exactly what he wants from me, I place my hands on his chest, forcing him to lay down.

  Then I start riding him as if tomorrow will never come. I jump on his cock over and over again, rocking my body hard.

  I’m in charge, and I can do whatever I want. And right now, what I want is to keep on fucking him as my life depends on it. I ride him for ages, pushing my way through exhaustion even though my legs have no strength left in them.

  He groans then, pushing my waist down and forcing himself deeper inside me. Then—and I wasn’t expecting it—he presses his hands hard on my shoulders, keeping me from moving and forcing his cock to go even deeper than before, raising his hips as he fucks me relentlessly, totally ravaging my drenched pussy.

  I start to scream louder, and that familiar burning sensation starts growing inside me. Here I am, being fucked in a way I’ve never experienced before…this must be a dream, right?

  That sweet burning sensation spreads all through my body and I just let myself go. I wonder if it’s possible to die from coming too much, but I just push that question off my mind. I have no idea what the answer is, but I’m close enough to finding it.

  “More,” I pant, rolling to the side and laying on my back.

  He looks at me and, within mere seconds, his body is on top of mine, his lips wrap around my right nipple. In one single movement, he’s inside me again. This time he starts slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he starts upping the pace, drawing loud screams out of me.

  “Harder!”

  He obeys, fucking me so fast, I can see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids. With each thrust, he slides his cock almost all the way out…just so he can ram it inside me again.

  “HARDER!”

  My head is leaning back, and I’m arching my back as his shaft massages my clit. Sweet mercy, I can't hold back. I’m going to come again.

  An explosion of pleasure takes over my entire body. I scream out loud as an amazing rush of warmth take over my body in waves. My walls tighten around his cock as pleasure overtakes me.

  Before I can even catch my breath, Todd begins to thrust harder. I can feel his cock pulsing as he explodes inside my completely ravaged pussy. Shots of cum are splashing deep inside me, dripping off my pussy to my thighs and finally, to the sheets.

  I lay my body over his chest, both of us exhausted.

  My heart is beating so fast. No wonder he has a reputation—he sure knows how to pleasure a woman in every possible way.

  Finally, he pulls out and I roll to the side. He lays on his back next to me and holds my hand.

  “That was…perfect…” I whisper, looking up to the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.

  “It sure was,” he agrees, holding my hand tighter.

  Todd

  My reflection is smiling back at me. Doris from makeup is fussing over something amiss in her makeup kit.

  “I had it yesterday, I swear I did,” she mutters to herself as her fingers swiftly move through the contents of a Mary Poppins type bag.

  “Don’t stress, D,” I say and wink at her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to work your magic with me with whatever you’ve got in that magic bag of yours.”

  She stops fussing and smiles at me over the tin square spectacles perched on the edge of her nose.

  “Mr. Alexander,” she starts, and I interrupt her.

  “How many times have I told you to call me Todd?”

  “I can’t recall,” says Doris with her eastern European accent and goes back to what she was doing. She’s mumbling something in her own language.

  “Lloyd, my man, what’s happenin’?” I hold my hand up for my hairstylist to give me a high five whilst Doris has finally found what she’s been looking for and is now busy applying something to my neck and face.

  “T.” Lloyd slaps my hand. “Usual?”

  I nod.

  Briefly I recall our first attempt at working together and cringe inside. Was that really only a few weeks ago? Was I really an asshole, or was it just a bad hair day for me?

  I shake my head. Move on, Todd.

  “So, my friend, looking good,” says Lloyd and starts wetting my hair. “Doris,” he turns to my makeup artist. “Have you seen how our superstar here is looking fantastic today?”

  Doris, like she does every day, ignores him, muttering in her mother tongue.

  “Doris doesn’t share your opinion, my friend,” I needle Lloyd, who laughs.

  “I mean, look at ya, man.” He takes a step backward. “There’s something different about you today. What is it? You using a different aftershave? Or a different soap?” He pauses and puts his index finger on his chin in pretend thought. “I know what it is. A woman. You’ve got the definite glow of having been with a woman.”

  Instead of a reply, I just continue to smile. If I start denying the allegation, it will only fuel the fire. Best to stay silent.

  “I’m right, huh?’ continues Lloyd, still working away on my
hair.

  “You are in my way,” Doris tells Lloyd when they both want to work on the same side of my head.

  “I was here first,” Lloyd points out, and Doris snorts.

  “Doris,” I say. I know just how to placate the woman. “I think it’s time for an espresso and one of your biscuits.”

  Grumbling, Doris heads to the kitchenette.

  I grin. I know Doris only makes those biscuits because I like them. First time she offered me one, I raved about how delicious they were, and ever since then, she brings an entire tin full of them. And they are divine.

  “Here you go, Mr. Alexander.” Doris gives me my espresso and leaves the open tin of biscuits on my dresser.

  “You can have some too,” she tells Lloyd, who’s smiling. “I take break so you can keep working.”

  I laugh. Doris has a really good heart, and I’ve come to realize her gruff manner is just a way to hide her big soft heart.

  I reckon the woman would walk through fire for people she cares about, and I know she cares about all of us. I heard she was the first one to comfort Lloyd after my explosive outburst and told him if he was to go she would go to.

  A knock on the trailer door has all of us turn.

  “Come in,” I call, wondering who it could be. Is Sophie going to pay me a visit?

  Shit.

  Emma walks in.

  The atmosphere changes as if someone turned on the freeze button. Doris quickly puts the biscuit tin away, and Lloyd swallows.

  “I need to speak to Todd,” Emma explains. Doris ignores her. Lloyd nods.

  “Alone,” adds Emma. Her tone is about as icy as the temperature in the room since she walked in.

  “We’ll just be five minutes,” replies Doris, and Emma just stares at them.

  “What part of no is difficult for you to understand? Is it the n or the o?”

  If it was up to me, Lloyd and Doris could stay. What could this woman have to say that my crew can’t hear?

  I’m about to say so when Lloyd and Doris hurry outside.

  “I won’t be long.” Emma shuts the door behind them. She comes toward me. I wish I had a weapon—well, not really, but I do feel a little vulnerable by myself in my makeup chair.