A Daddy for Mother's Day_A Secret Baby Romance

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by Natalie Knight

I pull his pants hard down his legs, and he takes his shoes off in the process, kicking them off one at a time.

  “My turn,” he whispers, and his hands fly to my waist. He turns me around, his hands going up my back, and he pulls down the zipper of my dress. I push the dress down with the tip of my fingers, my bare ass turned to him.

  I can feel his eyes devouring the sight of my half-naked body, enjoying the shape of my body and delighting themselves on how only just a small strip of fabric covers me.

  Turning back to him, I put my hands on his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers work faster, as does my heart, and I feel the tension rising in my body as the tan muscles on his chest come into sight.

  I slide one hand down his chest and stomach toward his crotch, and I press it there, feeling him go hard. Turning my hand around, I curl my fingers around his length.

  He takes the hint and does exactly what my body demands of him—he presses the palm of his hand between my thighs, his fingers caressing the wetness that has taken over me.

  “You have no idea how much I needed this,” he whispers into my ear; with a flick of his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side and feels my naked wetness with his fingers.

  I am so wet I am almost expecting the wetness to drip down my legs.

  I can't take it anymore.

  “I needed it too,” I repeat, grabbing him tightly, feeling his hardness pulse against my fingers. “I needed it bad,” I continue, and then I find my knees buckling under my weight.

  I go down on my knees, not even thinking about what I’m doing, and hook my fingers on the waistline of his boxer briefs. I pull them down, slowly, and I feel a knot in my throat as his cock comes into sight.

  I run the tip of my tongue between my lips and then, my eyes never leaving his, I lean into him.

  I only look away when my lips are hovering over the tip of his hardness, drops of pre-cum already glistening there. Using only my tongue, I reach for it and, the moment I finally touch the tip of his cock, his salty flavor hits me at once. It lands on my tongue and, moving quickly, travels all the way up to my brain, setting in motion a frenzy of desire and lust.

  “I have no idea what you did to me,” I tell him, pulling back from his cock and looking him in the eyes again, “but I can’t help myself.” With that, I open my mouth as wide as I can and dive onto him.

  I feel his shaft pushing down on my tongue and brushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down, but I keep on pushing through. To see him and touch him is one thing… But to have him in my mouth is a completely different thing.

  Oh, and to have him inside me…I don’t even know how to describe how that makes me feel.

  Perfection doesn’t quite represent how good it is to feel his body on mine.

  I push myself down until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, his tip already pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there.

  I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his head.

  I go all the way back, and my lips smack as his cock pops out of my mouth. Then, I tilt my head sideways and, with my lips pressed against the side of his shaft, I brush them down until my mouth is on his balls. I grab his boxer briefs again and, tugging hard on them, I send them down to his ankles. He kicks them off fast, and then rests his hands on my head.

  “Keep going…” Palmer groans, tangling his fingers on my hair again. I look up at him and, as I do it, I part my lips and brush the tip of my tongue against one of his balls. I’m of half a mind to suck on him until he succumbs to pleasure and gushes all of his seed inside of my mouth, but I know that he wants much more than just coming in my mouth…

  And, if I’m being honest, so do I.

  I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motions. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in such a way that my jaw starts to hurt, and I have no other choice but allow them to slide out of my mouth one by one.

  I go back to the tip of his cock then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.

  The pressure of his fingers on my head intensifies, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the wild desire fluttering inside of me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh seems to fill the whole restaurant.

  It’s funny—I’ve never been with anyone before, but now I can’t imagine anything better than this. Pleasure shoots up from my feet to my knees, to my groins, and then up my spine until it finally nestles in my brain, blending in with the soft warmness of desire.

  Still bobbing my head, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at a matching pace, the pendulum motion of mouth and hands an entrancing one.

  I could keep going like this forever… You know, I always thought that a blowjob was solely for the man’s pleasure, but now I see that I was wrong—I’m doing it right now not because he likes it… but because I do.

  I only stop when he holds me by the hair, stopping my pendulum motion, and pushes me back until his cock pops out of my mouth.

  “You’re driving me completely insane…” he tells me, deviousness in his eyes. “You know that, don’t you…?”

  “Maybe,” I tell him, a wild grin taking over my lips, “but why don’t you show me?” With that, I go up to my feet and grab one of his hands.

  I guide him toward one of the tables at the center of the dining room and push him back, forcing him to lay down; I climb on top of him fast, straddling him.

  He grabs me by the waist almost immediately and hooks his fingers on my waist.

  “You look delicious,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost see desire floating in his deep blue eyes.

  “That means a lot, coming from a chef,” I whisper back at him, taking both my hands to his crotch and grabbing his cock again. I want to push his cock deep inside of me, to ride him until I pass out, but he’s taking his time…

  Instead of simply pulling me close, he brushes two fingers down my neck and cleavage, and then he keeps going until his fingertips meet the place where skin and thong meet. Slowly, he goes over the barrier, my eyelids drooping as I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my drenched pussy.

  Desire igniting my movements, I start to stroke him at a gentle rhythm, my hand going up and down his shaft with clockwork precision.

  As his fingers leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. He takes his hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently.

  That gentle warmness of desire grows fiercer under my skin as I feel his touch, my two hard rosy nipples burning under the palm of his hands.

  As if he could read my mind, he leans into me, parting his lips and fitting my right nipple into his mouth; lapping at it with his tongue while he sucks, he forces a whimper out of my lips, pleasure turning into sound.

  “I like that,” he tells me, pulling back and looking into. “To hear you moan…” He goes to my other nipple, nibbling at it with the right amount of pressure and making the desire that roams free inside of me grow hungry and wild.

  All rational thoughts lose themselves in the woods of my mind, and I don’t even want to reel them in—no, let them go and lust will take over, exactly the way it should happen.

  “I’ll moan more…I’ll moan as much as you want me to…” I whisper into his ear, and then nibble at his earlobe, pulling on it with my teeth. “But you’ll have to make me.”

  That’s all I have to say; the moment the words leave my mouth, he lets go of my breasts and flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, pressing hard against my drenched pussy.

  With a w
icked grin, he pushes my thong to the side and, no waiting or teasing to it, he simply pushes his index finger past my folds. Curling it upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.

  I throw my head back, and I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over. God, he’s only using his finger and I can barely think straight…

  When the moment comes for him to use his cock, I’m really not sure on what’s going to happen to me.

  Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Can you die from it? Can it ever be too much?

  “I want…” I pant, and he slides his finger all the way in until it meets my G-spot.

  “You want…?” He asks me, rubbing his finger against my insides and making me breath so hard that it’s almost impossible to speak. Screw that, I can barely think of what I want to say, let alone say it.

  “I want…” He does it again, pressing harder against my G-spot and cutting me short. Still, I grit my teeth and power through, ordering my brain to keep working through the avalanche of pleasure that’s assaulting me.

  “I want… I need…you. Right now,” I finally manage to hiss between gritted teeth, the pressure of his fingers on me forcing me to close my eyes as my muscles tense up and turn as hard as concrete.

  “I know,” he whispers, resting his thumb over my clit as he keeps on rubbing my G-spot. “And if you need me as much as I need you...” He trails off then, his breathing growing heavier by the second.

  “I do… I do…” I whimper, my fluids already dripping down my inner thighs. I never needed him inside me as badly as I do now. If I had to choose between air to breathe and having Palmer inside of me, my choice would be an easy one.

  “Then we’re on the same page,” he tells me firmly, running his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I know that he’s torturing me, teasing me… but, God, it feels so good.

  It’s almost hard to believe that only with his fingers, Palmer is pleasuring me better than most men could ever do with their cocks. He’s a wonder of nature, that’s for sure.

  “You’re mine, Nicole… Mine to do as I please. Say it.”

  “I’m yours… Yours for… you to do as you please,” I repeat after him, the words just coming unfiltered out of my mouth.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, and starts to up the rhythm of his fingers. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for Palmer to drive me to the edge of pleasure.

  Feeling me close to the breaking point, he drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, and rubs my clit with quick vicious movements. Just like that, I come undone, my weak moan turning into a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy.

  “Oh… my… God…” I breathe out, the muscles in my throat straining to get the words out, electric sparks running up and down my body and making my muscles spasm.

  I can almost feel my skin boiling, my mind turning into ash as the flames of pleasure simply devour and consume everything in their way…

  Oh, I’m more than desperate for him. I can’t even describe what I’m feeling right now.

  This isn’t desperation; this is a pure unbridled need. I must have him, and I must have him right now.

  I won’t be denied.

  The moment he takes his fingers out of my pussy, I thrust against him, pressing my pussy against his shaft. He doesn’t resist; instead, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him.

  With my eyes still closed, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, I start to rock my hips, grinding against him as if tomorrow will never come. Although my thong is still covering my pussy, I don’t even bother to stop for a few seconds just to take it off; no, each second is precious, and I won’t let them go to waste. Not a chance in the world.

  “I want you…inside of me,” I plead, my voice quivering as I keep on swaying my hips.

  “Beg,” is his only response, a tone of devilishness to his voice.

  “Please… Please… I need it so much,” I start, taking one hand to my pussy and flicking my thong to the side. I raise my hips and, with my other hand, grab his cock and angle it toward me. His hands go straight to my waist and he stops me right before I drive his length inside of me.

  “Please…” I whimper, struggling against the hold he has on me as if I’m fighting for my life.

  Without saying a word, he stops holding me, but still grabbing me by the waist, pulls me down with one vicious movement. I let myself go, a scream bubbling up to my lips as I feel his cock pushing its way past my soaked folds and straining against my inner walls as it sheathes itself inside of my pussy.

  “It’s all yours,” he teases me, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I grin at him, placing both hands on his chest, my trembling fingers clawing at his chest. I do it hurriedly, swaying my hips at a crescendo.

  I run my hands up his stomach, feeling his abdominal wall under my fingertips, enjoying every line of it, before going up to his firm pectoral.

  “Like what you see?” He asks me, a mocking grin on his face.

  “What’s not to like…?” I manage to respond, trying to isolate my brain from how good it feels to have his thickness stretching me wide. “Every single inch of your body…it’s perfect.”

  “I can say the same,” he shoots back, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong and pulling it against my outer thigh. His grin widens, and, in a flash, he tugs on it viciously and tears the fabric, ruining my thong but pulling it off of me.

  He throws my ruined underwear to the side and, now fully focused on me, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, forcing me to stop moving. He’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not that I want to…

  I just want to submit to him, nothing more, nothing less.

  “This feels so good,” I tell him as he starts rocking his hips against mine. Then, he slides his cock until it’s almost out of me and looks me in the eyes.

  With one thrust, he is deep inside of me.

  I don't moan, no, I scream—I scream in pure ecstasy as his cock fills me in a way I have never experienced. I grit my teeth as his thickness stretches me wide, all my body trembling with pleasure, my arms shaky and almost unable to hold me still.

  His cock goes deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming all I know is that I am making so much noise that the muscles in my throat are already growing sore.

  His pendulum motion is completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I'm about find out.

  I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive member. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.

  He keeps going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time is irrelevant.

  “I never thought,” he says between thrusts, “that a woman could make me feel like this.”

  “I…I know,” I breathe out, placing one hand on the side of his face and locking my eyes on his. Leaning in, I press my forehead against his and simply surrender to the motion of his body, his length ravaging me fast.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I start to moan, my eyes rolling in their sockets as I feel my insides clench in anticipation. My bones feel as if they’re rattling, and every single cell in my body has reached its boiling point.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, my voice echoing throughout the empty restaurant as a violent orgasm takes over the wetness betw
een my thighs and shoots up my spine.

  I feel my pussy becoming tighter around his cock, and he slows down. Then, when he finally stops, I push myself off the table and simply collapse on the floor. I sit on the floor, my back against the wall as I try to catch my breath.

  “You okay?” I hear him ask, his words kind and soft.

  “I’ve never been more okay in my whole life,” I tell him, my reply nothing but a whisper. “But I want more,” I continue, and when I open my eyes he’s already kneeling in front of me, that damned smile on his lips.

  “More?”

  “More,” I repeat, and then I don’t think — just act.

  Moving like a wild cat, I place my hands on his chest, and I force him to lay down on the floor. I jump on top of him and crush my lips against his.

  Grabbing his cock by the root, I point it up, straight to where my body demands it to be. I ease myself down, my whole body shuddering as his tip slowly parts my folds and struggles against my inner walls. I lower myself slowly, and with every inch that I go down on draws a purred moan out of me.

  I sway my hips over him, slowly at first, but then I pick up the pace. Both my hands are on his chest, my breasts bouncing over his face as I move. He lifts his head, taking one nipple inside his mouth and sucking on it as I arch my back in rapture.

  My hips sway back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands accompanying the motion of my body, squeezing at my cheeks and rubbing against my flushed skin.

  I ride him hard, almost too violently, hell-bent on pleasing him as much as he has pleased me. My ass slaps his thighs as I go up and down, his cock sliding easily inside my pussy, the flowing motion of our bodies almost hypnotizing.

  In a minute, every single muscle in me starts to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I keep bucking my hips against him.

  I push through, rocking my body against him until I feel him ready.

  He closes his eyes, and, just like me, his whole body tenses up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body is about to burst…and because of me.

  Knowing he won´t hold on much longer, I take my hand down between my legs and start rubbing on my clit as I rock my body against his, beads of sweat already making their way down my forehead.

 

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