The Doctor's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Then tell me you’re ready to commit!” The words snapped from my lips and his eyes widened, wild and feral.

  Suddenly I was off my feet kicking and screaming, but then I was over his knee on the bed with my towel hiked up to display my bare ass. His hand came down hard against it, sending a delightful pleasure straight to my core. “That’s for not listening.” Then his voice was right in my ear as he leaned down. “I know you’re still hot for it. Tell me.”

  I glanced away, but his hand came down hard once again. “Yes.”

  “That’s a good girl. You’re going to behave and come home where you want to be, and I said we’d work it out, but only in my time.” I nodded, trying to keep the pout from my full lips.

  I could feel his hard cock pressing into my side, and my core ached for him. It had only been about twelve hours since our last encounter, but it with our fight it felt like forever.

  He lifted me up and then laid across the bed with me as he lay me back kissing me full and deep. He kissed me with hunger as if he’d never get enough of my lips and I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I locked my ankles grinding against him. My towel fell open exposing my nudity. He feasted on my breasts, planting kisses on them and teasing my nipples with his tongue. Then he stood up, and I came forward and undid his pants. I couldn’t wait to get to what was inside, and as familiar as I was, it never ceased to amaze me. I couldn’t get enough of the sight of him or the feel.

  I sprang his cock free, and instead of lying back to wait for it, I took it in my hand right then and there, kissing along his shaft and letting my tongue roll across his veiny flesh. As he stroked my hair, my tongue teased his tip, and then I closed my mouth around his head and took him to the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and moaned on his cock, the vibrations coaxing a bit of his nectar which hit my tongue. I swallowed it down, pulling his cock even farther down my throat as he started to pump his hips slowly.

  I worked his balls, kneading them with my palm and then sucked his heavy sac into my mouth. He reached down and brushed his fingers against my folds, then he parted them and pushed a finger inside me, nice and deep. I stood up, crouching over to take his cock deeper, not yet prepared to pull off of it.

  All too soon he pulled away and stroked his cock, staring me in the eyes. “Lay down.” I did what I was told, and he crawled up, stopping to feast on me. His tongue slipped softly into my lips, and then he tongued my little slit, poking me gently.

  “I want inside of you.” He lifted up and hiked up my knees, then he pulled me closer to his cock and guided it in. I winced at the sudden intrusion, but I was so wet for him it felt amazing, especially when he kept working in and out of me building my pleasure.

  I opened my eyes, and he was staring at me, his eyes filled with emotion. “You had me worried. You can’t leave like that again.” He thrust a bit harder to grind himself against me. “We’ll work it out, I promise. I’ll figure it out, baby.” I wanted to believe him so badly, but part of me wouldn’t ever be one hundred percent sure of anything.

  I tilted my hips to give him better access, and as he thrust he moaned right along with me until my release had me crying out. Then he cheered me on. “That’s a girl, come for me, baby.” My walls clenched his thick cock as I coated him and then he picked me up and carried me to the wall where he leaned me back, pumping steadily in a perfect rhythm.

  I cried out and clawed at his back, and he joined me in the blissful cry as his own release filled me up, soaking my core.

  He pulled out and placed me on my feet, and I held as much of him in as possible. It wasn’t ever going to be easy to let him go.

  Chapter 19: Evan

  “Don’t let that spill,” I said, watching her clench her knees tight. I’d filled her up good, and now I wanted to use it for round two. I walked her to the bed and put her on her knees. My cock was still ready to go, and I could think of no better way to begin round two than her sucking my cock. She was hungry for it too, already licking her lips.

  She opened her mouth wide as I put my cock on her tongue and then she closed around it, working her head on me, rolling her tongue around the tip and tickling my tiny slit. My balls were so sensitive, and I was sure I was still leaking like a mother fucker into her throat. Her eyes had started to water behind her glasses, and I took them off, placing them on the table. I loved to take them off and rub my cock on her face, which is just what I did. I pulled my cock out, and she held it as she kissed the shaft and rubbed the head on her cheek as if to worship it, then it went right back in her mouth, and wasted no time finding the depths of her throat.

  Over the past two months she’d learned to work my cock so good that you’d never think I was her first, and though I’d like to take all the credit, I couldn’t. It was all her. Every task I’d given her, ever instruction, she’d pulled off to perfection, and I’d always come so good to her.

  Her hand went between her legs, and I peeked noticing she was holding my seed in place and smearing what little escaped across her little slick lips. “That’s right, don’t let a drop go to waste.” She gave me a moan of understanding around my cock as I fucked her throat. And then I brought her to her feet and put her face-down on the bed. I rubbed my cock and teased it around her center and spread her knees wider before diving in. My cock displaced my come and pushed it out. I felt it coat my balls and saw it running down her legs. I loved her soaked in my release, and I had a feeling this next one needed to be worn as well.

  I thrust harder, and she worked her ass, pumping and rolling her hips back against me as I caressed her tits. They were so fucking perfect and all natural. She loved it when I spanked them, and so I gave them a little slap. She moaned and then her hand found her nipple, and she pinched it hard moaning through the sensation. I felt my release building, so I quickened my pace until she was milking my cock with her orgasm. Her walls clenched around me and it felt so good I plunged to her depths and held her tight against me as I went over the edge.

  She collapsed against me knowing her task was complete and I stroked her hair and gave her a kiss for a job well done. She was my angel, and I knew no one else would ever do me the way she did. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t told anyone how special they were to me since my wife had passed other than my daughter.

  I helped her lay down, and then I pulled her close beside me to spoon her. I kept my arm tight around her. It wasn’t likely that I’d ever let her go again.

  We were both asleep before I knew it and I woke up panicked by the time. The dreary storm had passed as well as our anger, and I kissed her head while she slept to wake her.

  She stirred beside me. “What time is it?”

  “Time for us to get home. I don’t want Blythe to wonder where we are and Lucinda is probably ready to go home for the night too.” That woman deserved a raise for dealing with all my madness.

  Harbor had a defeated look on her face, and I knew I had to give her an answer soon. She would graduate a week from now and even though our final agreement was for a few weeks after, she as at least going to have to give me until then.

  We made it home before sunrise, and I decided to leave Lucinda in her room sleeping. As we tiptoed down the hall, I stopped her at her door. “I want you close. Come to my bed.”

  “But I’m so tired I might forget to move before Blythe wakes up.”

  “It’s okay. I want you with me.” Her smile made my pulse quicken, and I pulled her close and kissed her hard. I rubbed her mound, and she wiggled and pulled away.

  We walked to my room, and once I had her in her baby doll gown and laid out beside me, I slipped my hand down into her panties and stroked my thumb across her silky bud. “Just relax and let me make me you feel good.” I slipped down between her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around me as I lapped my tongue. She whimpered and moaned keeping her eyes closed until she came, then she bucked her hips and ground against me until I could taste her nectar. When I came up for air, she moaned, b
ut I kissed her mouth. “Go to sleep, baby.” I pulled her into my arms and held her until Blythe came in the next morning and woke us up.

  “Harbor, Daddy, wake up!” She jumped up into the bed and walked over to me where she decided to plop down on my chest.

  I released a heavy breath as she knocked the wind out of me. “Easy, baby girl. You’re going to break a rib.”

  Harbor opened an eye and peeked at her. “How’s my honeybee?”

  “I’m good, Ladybug. Will you make me some waffles?” She bounced on my chest, and as I lifted her up above me, she put her arms out to fly.

  I tossed her on the bed beside us, and she giggled. But then she climbed over me and pulled Harbor by the arm until she got to her feet.

  I gave her a smile. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

  “Don’t be long, Daddy, or I’ll throw yours on the house.” The neighbor kids lost their waffle Frisbee on the house and so ever since she’s wanted to throw her waffles to see if they could fly.

  “You know the rules. No throwing waffles in the house.”

  “Does that mean we can take them outside?” She wagged her brows.

  I fought to hold back from laughing. “No, waffles are for eating, and we don’t play with our food.” She slouched her shoulders as Harbor led her away.

  I got up and showered and dressed and then met them downstairs about twenty minutes later. I found them in the kitchen waiting to pour the first bit of batter onto the hot iron. Blythe was a safe distance away, and Harbor was in charge.

  Harbor looked up and smiled. “Lucinda had to go, so I think we made too much batter.”

  “It should keep. Blythe can have some tomorrow.” Blythe smiled and gave me a wink as Harbor made the first waffle.

  After another few minutes, we were all enjoying our breakfast and making plans for our week. “Daddy, can we go to the park this weekend?”

  Harbor cut her waffle and stabbed a piece with her fork. “The ceremony is this Saturday at noon. I wanted you to come.” She spoke under her breath at me as if Blythe couldn’t hear. Did she really think we’d skip it?

  “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. You want to go to Harbor’s graduation?” It didn’t occur to me that Blythe wouldn’t know what that meant.

  She looked at me with wide eyes and took a deep breath. “Does this mean Harbor’s going to be my mommy now?” She made a little squeal and bounced in her seat. Blythe’s eyes bugged with horror.

  Harbor quickly clarified. “It’s a graduation for school. It means I’m all finished.”

  Blythe’s face fell. “I start school next year. Will you bring me?” She popped a piece of waffle in her mouth and washed it down with her glass of milk. I met Harbor’s eyes across the table.

  “We’ll see. But first, you better eat your waffles before they get cold.” Blythe listened to Harbor and ate without further questions which was easy since neither of us said a word either.

  After Blythe had taken off to watch cartoons, I went to the sink to help Harbor clean up.

  She stiffened as I approached and stepped away to put a bit of distance between us.

  “Let’s get through graduation and then we’ll talk to her,” I suggested.

  “I suppose she should be let down easy. I’ll only agree for her sake.”

  “It isn’t what we planned, you know. So it’s a lot to think about, especially since it affects her too.”

  “I agree, which is the only reason I’m still here.” She wiped the last of the plates and then stacked it in the sink for me to rinse.

  “The only reason? You said you were in love with me. Was that conditional?”

  “If it’s all one-sided then what difference does it make?” She left the rest of the glasses and stormed into the living room and up the stairs.

  I did love her, more than I ever thought I would. I just didn’t know if that was enough for forever.

  Chapter 20: Harbor

  Blythe helped me with my hair, and when we were done, I looked just like a princess. Then we pounded on my makeup, and I instantly regretted letting her do my blush. I told her what a wonderful job she’d done and then sent her to get me a glass of water as I toned it down and by the time she returned my makeup was on point, and my highlighter was glowing to the gods.

  I slipped into my dress and let her help me with the zipper and then she insisted on putting my feet into my shoes like Cinderella.

  “They fit!” she cheered and danced around me. “That means you’re the princess and Daddy is the prince.” She giggled and tugged my arm, and when I leaned down, she closed her hand around her mouth. “You can marry Daddy like Cinderella married the prince.”

  “I think we’re supposed to wait until the prince asks the princess.” I wished I could tell her we were already married and that I was, in fact, her stepmother. I knew she’d be happy to know it, but if this did all have to end, then I didn’t want her to know either. It would be too hard on her. She was getting really bad about the mommy thing, and it was getting harder to lie to her.

  Evan had been acting strange since I’d left and keeping a much closer eye on me. The only time he wasn’t watching me like a hawk was when he was working. My internship had ended just over two weeks ago in preparations for finals, so I’d had more time with Blythe.

  I couldn’t tell what Evan intended to do and he still got upset when I’d try to talk to him about it. I knew I should trust him, but honestly, if all he wanted to offer was a relationship that we didn’t have to hide from Blythe outside of the annulled marriage, I didn’t think I could handle that. I didn’t want the marriage to be over. I wanted it all.

  I contemplated what I’d do if he tried to take Blythe away and my heart hurt. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes threatening to take out my eyeliner and mascara. If he didn’t want to see me anymore, I’d hurt, but if he took Blythe too, I don’t think I could take it.

  A soft knock sounded at the door. “Are you girls ready to go?” He walked in with a solemn look on his face, and the tears spilled from my eyes.

  “Blythe go get your shoes on.” I sent her away as he walked up and placed his hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t cry. You’ll mess up your face, and then you’ll be late.” He reached on the makeup vanity and handed me a tissue.

  I took a deep breath and turned to take his arm and give it a squeeze. “Even if this doesn’t work out, please don’t take her from me, Evan.” My voice broke, and suddenly Blythe was back in the doorway.

  “We’ll see you downstairs.” He walked over and took Blythe by the hand and led her out. “Come on. She needs a moment. We should go wait in the car.”

  I watched them go, and my heart sank, dropping to my gut like a stone. I gathered my cap and gown and my handbag and headed out to meet them. Once this was all over, I was going to ask him again. I didn’t want to lose either of them, and I could barely breathe at the thought of moving on without them.

  I’d dreaded this day since I’d drawn up that ridiculous contract and even though Evan had torn it up, it didn’t mean that things were any different.

  We drove to the ceremony listening to Blythe sing her ABC’s and ask questions about turtles. She was so smart, and I couldn’t believe I might have to miss out on her starting school.

  Evan held my hand in the car and then when we got to the event center for graduation, he gave me a kiss on the cheek to see me off. Blythe dove into my arms. “Good luck, Harbor.”

  “Thanks, Honeybee.” I gave one last look to Evan who winked and picked up his little girl. I turned and went to the back so I could line up with the rest of the graduates, but all I could think of was what would happen when I got back home.

  We all walked out and took our seats, and as they called my row to stand and make our way up, I stared out to the audience looking for Blythe and Evan. There were a lot of signs across the audience and one, in particular, stood out.

  I recognized a picture Blythe had painted, a bright sunshine with a lady
bug, but she had added something to it that stopped my heart. It was painted and in big bold black letters that only Evan could have helped her with that read: WE LOVE YOU, MOMMY. I looked down, and Blythe was there smiling atop her father’s shoulders, and both were smiling ear to ear.

  They called my name, and as I walked across to get my diploma, tears filled my eyes.

  They met me afterward in the crowd and Blythe and ran up to me and into my arms. I swung her around, and Evan caught my arm and pulled me close for a kiss.

  “Does this mean you told her?”

  “It means we have a hell of a lot to talk about, but yeah. I told her you’re her mommy now. If you still want to be, but I hate to tell you, we’re a package deal.”

  “I’ll take it.” I kissed him again, and Blythe giggled and tugged on my arm for another hug.

  We made our way through the crowd and on the way home I told Blythe how much I loved the sign. She told me it was her daddy’s idea and he squeezed my hand.

  Before we made it home, she fell asleep in the car, and Evan carried her in. We both tucked her in, and then he threw his arm around my waist and tugged me close to capture my lips. We kissed a moment and then looked back down to Blythe.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “No. Thank you for loving us both.” He took my hand and led me out her door.

  “She’s amazing,” I said, as he closed the door.

  “I know someone else who is amazing, and I couldn’t ask for a better mother for my little girl.” His words melted my heart, and then I heated up as he whispered in my ear. “You’re amazing in so many other ways too.”

  He led me to his room, and it didn’t take me long to realize my things had been brought over. Lucinda must have done that while we were gone.

  We went inside, and he led me to the bed where he started to undress me. I let my fingers go to work on his zipped as he slipped off his shirt. I was left with nothing but my bra and panties, and he popped my strap, and the bra slipped off my shoulders, and he pulled it away and tossed it to the floor. He cupped my breasts and kissed them, then as I went to remove my panties he slapped my hand away.