A Daddy for Mother's Day_A Secret Baby Romance

by Natalie Knight

  Our tongues dance around one another softly, and I feel myself getting wetter with each passing second. The fabric of my thong is already sticking to my skin, my fluids drenching it as desire takes over me.

  I’ve never been a naive woman – I’m a writer, after all –but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man this much in my entire life. It’s as if there’s something special about Blake, something that tells me he’s so much more than meets the eye. There’s an aura about him, one that envelops and subjugates me without a word passing between us.

  “Katherine,” he says, my name hanging heavy in the air around us. I stare into his eyes, my mouth slightly ajar as my heart starts drumming a wild song of lust and sin.

  “Take me,” I find myself saying, the sound of my voice coming out of my lips sweet as honey.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been this direct with a man but, with Blake, I just know small talk isn’t necessary. We merely exchange a glance and we already know everything there is to know.

  He doesn’t reply –he just smiles, his lips curling into a satisfying grin, and then kisses me again. His hands go around my waist and then down, over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he pulls me into him harshly.

  I thrust against him without even thinking, needing to feel my crotch against his; there’s something big there, something long and thick. I can feel it pulsing with a raw hunger that makes my insides clench.

  I place one hand on his chest and slowly slide it down his shirt, only stopping when I find the hem of his pants. I feel his leather belt under my fingertips, and I bite my lower lip as I open my hand wide and prepare to go for his crotch.

  He responds silently, grabbing my hand and, all the while looking into my eyes, places it over the hard shape pushing back against his pants. I bite harder on my lower lip, realizing that his cock is far bigger than I thought it’d be. I try to curl my fingers around its thick shape, but I can barely hold it with just one hand.

  “It’s so…” I start to say, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper, but I don’t know how to finish my sentence. It’s so what? Big, huge, enormous? For a writer, I’m suddenly at a loss for words. He’s all that and some more, and I can’t wait to really feel it.

  My heart is beating so fast now that I can barely think straight, but my unconscious mind is still working; letting go of his cock, I go for his belt and unbuckle it. Then, taking a deep breath to steady my hands, I undo the top button on his pants and pull the zipper down.

  His cock is making an impressive tent in his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but look at it. With one finger, I trace its contour, going from its root to the tip. Oh, Jesus, he’s really big.

  I grit my teeth and, moving fast, slide my hand under his boxer briefs and, turning my wrist, I grab his thick shaft. The warmth of his cock spreads to the palm of my hand, and that’s all it takes for me to become a truly wet mess. It won’t be long before my fluids start dripping down my legs.

  “Enjoying yourself?” He asks me, grinning, and the look in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer.

  I just nod, running my tongue between my lips. Holding my breath, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him softly as the hunger in eyes keeps on growing.

  “Yes…yes, I am,” I admit, suddenly feeling dizzy as I imagine his thick cock trying to push its way past my pussy lips. Is that even physically possible? How will it feel? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell willing to find out.

  You know, maybe it’ll inspire me. And God knows I need some good inspiration.

  “I’m right here,” he says, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. A shiver climbs up my spine as his deep rugged voice caresses my eardrums. I stop stroking him and just tighten my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

  With one hand on my waist, he pushes me until my back’s against the wall, and then he takes one hand right to between my thighs. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, bunching up my dress in the process. I gasp as he does it, but then I moan as he takes his hand off and slides it under the hemline of my dress, his fingers finding their way to my drenched thong.

  “Fuck, I need to have you,” he says, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the wet fabric, fondling my pussy lips. My muscles tense up under his touch, and it feels like his fingers are made of fire and electricity. There’s something magical to his touch, that’s for sure.

  “You seem tight,” he whispers, that grin of his widening until it becomes devilish, “are you tight, Katherine?”

  “I…I…” I mutter, but I don’t even know what to tell him.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll see that for myself soon enough,” he says, and that image of his cock pushing its way past my drenched folds bubbles up to the surface of my mind once more.

  He presses harder on my pussy and I gasp again, my insides clenching with anticipation. Clasping his hand on the fabric, he pulls on it, and I close my eyes as I feel my thong leaving my wet pussy. He pushes it down my legs and, once it falls in a bunch at my feet, I just kick it off.

  His hand is back between my thighs in a heartbeat, and this time it’s a moan that leaves my lips, feeling my naked pussy burning at the touch of his fingers.

  He finds my clit quickly enough and, rubbing on it, he forces my brain to go on overdrive. But he doesn’t linger there for too long –no, his fingers start caressing the length of my pussy, going up and down my wet folds with a maddening slowness.

  Before I know it, I’m moving my hips, thrusting against his hand in pure desperation. I’m not in control of my body anymore –I’m just like a puppet, pleasure pulling the strings and assuming all control. And I don’t care, I don’t care one little bit.

  Using his middle finger, he presses it right on my pussy and starts sliding it in, feeding it into me with that frustrating patience of his. He curls it upward, only stopping when his fingertip feels that hidden spot of pure delight tucked away inside of me.

  “Yes, you’re really tight,” he whispers, pressing so hard on my G-spot that bright lights explode behind my shut eyelids. He doesn’t move his hand –he just holds it there, his finger pressed tight on my G-spot as he rests his thumb over my clit. Pressing on these two spots at the same time, he waits while that high voltage current builds under my skin, electrifying every inch of my aching body.

  Then, he starts fingering me at a furious pace, all that patience thrown to the curb.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Katherine,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

  “Oh…God,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them.

  The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but to scream. Or, well, at least try to, because the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound that comes out is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

  “So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

  “You call that good? There’s more to come,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a seductive way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about…As if there’s a lot more –and a lot better at that –to come.

  And somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me.He doesn’t wait for my reply to that, as he proceed to go down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

  Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter
than before –and, really, I don’t know how’s that even possible.

  With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groins but never further.

  He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers on his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.

  “Blake…please, please,” I repeat over and over again, my whispers brimming with lustful desperation.

  I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth on me as much as I want it now. And that’s saying something –the way I see it, a man going down on you can be a lot more intimate than just fucking. But, hell, right now all that I want is to get intimate with Blake –and in every possible way.

  Finally putting an end to my torture, he reaches for my clit with his tongue and presses down on it. It feels like I’ve stepped on a live wire –thunder erupts inside my body. I almost scream as he starts circling my clit at a steady and growing pace.

  My fingers are still on his hair, but I’m no longer trying to force him –no, Blake isn’t the kind of man with whom you can dictate a pace. He does what he wants, when he wants, and there’s no way around it. If I ever get to take the lead, that’ll be because he wants me to, not because he has submitted.

  And that’s exactly how I like my men.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he takes his tongue out of my clit and slides it down, running it between my pussy lips. He does it all the way, and then goes back, repeating his coming and going motion until I can barely think straight. God, where has he been all of my life?

  He’s a good kisser, he’s good with his fingers, and he’s even better with his mouth…It’s almost unbelievable how good he is. Oh, sweet mercy, I can barely wait to push his pants down his legs, curl my fingers around his cock and guide it home. But, right now, that’s on hold.

  He licks me until my legs start growing weak, my knees buckling under my weight. Leaning back against the wall, I somehow manage to remain standing up; and that’s exactly when he chooses to open his mouth wide and press it harshly against my wetness.

  My muscles burn, my skin boils; there’s fire in my mind, and poison in my bones. Forget about all the other men I’ve been with –not one of them has been able to make me feel what I’m feeling right now.

  And Blake is only using his mouth.

  Taking one hand around my waist, he places it under my right ass cheek and forces my leg up. I let him do it willingly, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder. Now with the perfect angle, he buries his mouth against my pussy and starts devouring me as if my wetness is the most delicious thing on Earth.

  He jabs inside of my pussy with his tongue, running it up and down my length and circling my clit at exactly the right times. He works me like he knows my body even better than I do, and it’s almost hard to believe that this is really happening. Is he even real?

  I think of pinching myself, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming, but I give up on the idea fast enough. This feels like a dream…the most perfect dream I’ve ever had. But, ah, even if this is a dream, I don’t care –just let me sleep forever.

  I’m yanking on his hair hard enough to almost rip it out from his scalp, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. In fact, that just makes him eat me out more eagerly, his lips and tongue hungrily sucking in my fluids and ravaging my pussy.

  “Don’t…Stop…Don’t stop…” I say, my head thrown back against the wall. My muscles are already tensing up again, and I feel that electric tension building inside of me once more. It feels like I’m a dam about to burst, tiny cracks showing on the surface right before all hell breaks loose.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan again, but he doesn’t need my instructions. Still, I need to say something, to moan, to scream to release…I want to do it all at the same time.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, and then grit my teeth as the dam finally bursts.

  Yanking on his hair, I trust at the same time, pressing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can. His mouth his wide open, his tongue inside of me, just makes my orgasm even more delicious. I sway my hips from side to side, smearing his face with my fluids, and then I finally let go of him.

  I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. He stands up then, and takes one hand to my face. I open my eyes as I feel his touch, and I can’t hide my smile as I see his chin glistening from the fluids coating his skin.

  “Perfect,” I say, and then he’s on me.

  He crushes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and I can do nothing but to savor the taste of my own pussy on his lips.

  “Perfect,” he repeats back at me, his hands once more on my waist. He grins and then, a heartbeat later, he makes me turn on my heels and face the wall. I place my hands there for support, and jut my ass back at him by instinct.

  Taking one hand behind me, I find the hem of his boxers and tug them down as viciously as I can. His cock springs free immediately, and he’s so close to me that his huge shaft slaps my ass cheeks with a maddening sound.

  He pushes my dress back up to my waist. He then takes one hand around my body and squeezes one breast under his long fingers. I thrust my ass back at the same time, resting my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes as I feel his shaft right between my ass cheeks.

  My body acts on its own, I find me moving in a flowing motion, grinding against his cock as hard as I can. I feel it pulse against my ass, hungry and eager, and it doesn’t take long for Blake to take one step back and grab his huge cock.

  Looking back at him over my shoulder, I choke down a gasp as I see his cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, but it looks so huge that it’s almost unbelievable.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he tells me, as if reading my thoughts.

  I face the wall again, my heart feeling as tight as a closed fist, and prepare for what’s coming.

  “Or at least I’ll try…” He continues, coming up to me and whispering these words into my ear. Oh, God, this is going to be interesting.

  Angling his cock down, he pushes it between my inner thighs, his thick shaft forcing me to spread my legs wide. I bend over at the same time and, as I do it, he positions the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I take one deep breath.

  “Do it,” I breath out, and then all hell breaks loose.

  He enters me with one sudden thrust, his shaft sliding inside my pussy and straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel my insides stretching to accommodate him, but he’s so big that I can’t help but feel that my pussy is gripping his cock like a vice.

  This time I scream, unable to stop myself, my brain almost exploding as it tries to process the fact that something as big as Blake’s cock is inside of me. It’s almost too much for me to take, but the key word in here is almost. You don’t think I’m going to waste such as this, do you? Oh, no, I’m going to take this chance.

  I hold my breath as Blake slides his cock, stopping when only his tip is inside of me. I only start breathing again when he trusts, sheathing his shaft to the hilt. Building up the rhythm, he rocks his hips at a gentle pace, but it only takes a few seconds for his pace to reach new heights.

  Soon enough, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass echoes around us, and it sounds like the most amazing symphony I’ve ever heard.

  “Fuck, you’re really tight,” he exhales sharply, hooking his fingers deeper on my thighs. I can’t help but wonder if I’m as tight as he says –his cock is so huge that every pussy must feel tight as hell for him.

  Pistoning into me like a madman, he stabs me with his cock so hard that locks of hair are already plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat making their way down my face. And still he keeps on growing his rhythm, fucking me so fast I don’t
even know how he’s doing it.

  “Blake…This is…So good…” I pant, his name leaving a sweet taste on my tongue as I say it.

  Gritting my teeth, I try and match his rhythm, thrusting my ass back at him. The sound of flesh on flesh grows even louder, and I can feel my mind dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff. It won’t take long, that’s for sure.

  Feeling me close, he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers over my clit. That’s it –he doesn’t even start rubbing it. He just presses down on it, and it’s as if a bomb has gone off inside my skull.

  My arms grow so weak that I take my hands off of the wall and just support myself with my forearms, my pussy tightening so hard around Blake’s shaft. The fact that he still keeps on thrusting is a small miracle.

  My muscles are twitching, and I’m trembling so hard that my teeth are chattering. Blake starts taking his cock out of me then, and I moan as I feel his long inches making their way out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I turn on my heels right away, pressing my back against the wall and looking into his eyes.

  “We’re not done,” he says, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Placing his hands under my ass cheeks, he lifts me up and pulls me into him. I react by instinct, crossing my legs on his lower back and placing my arms over his shoulder.

  “Then fuck me,” I tell him, “as hard as you can.” I don’t need to say more. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down and presses its tip against my wet pussy. One thrust and he’s in me again, his cock stretching me so wide I doubt my body will ever be the same.

  And what the hell, if that happens. It’ll be completely worth it. This is the experience of a lifetime.

  He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked. I wish I had ripped his shirt out before we started fucking, but oh well.

  I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about come for the –oh, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this is happening to me.