Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Soon, I realized what the deep feeling was. He was entering my pussy with his hard, luscious tongue. Every now and then, his slithering tongue wound its way up to flick and circle my clit before returning down to my slit.

  He was claiming my virgin pussy with both hardness and softness. My God, this man was generous… I could barely concentrate my thoughts as he pumped and thrust his face into my tight, hungry opening.

  As he licked, he kept cupping my hips in his hands, like he was drinking hot, nourishing broth from a bowl. But he moaned like he was feasting on a giant chocolate sundae with rich cream and hot fudge. The vibrations from his aroused throat flashed straight from his tongue into my sensitive folds and they titillated every nerve between. I cried out like I never had in all my life.

  “Bradley!” The last syllable was a prayer, a Hail Mary, that I keep my sanity through this exquisite pleasure. Faster, and faster his tongue fucked me as his thumb circled my clit, harder and harder. As the heat raged and raged, I imagined him on top of me, his heavy weight pounding as my pussy glowed and caught fire from his erupting cock.

  “Ah… ah... ah!” My panting grew faster and louder.

  Suddenly, I jerked as I let the orgasm pierce and take me. My hips bucked wildly into Bradley’s hot mouth and strong tongue. His moans added to my pussy’s electric frenzy as I lost all awareness of anything that wasn’t bursting gold, melting and exquisite. It had been everything I had fantasized about with him, and more.

  A few moments later, I felt myself returning to earth. My eyes opened. Bradley sat alongside my limp form, still naked on the couch. He was smiling at me. His face was open with genuine, pure happiness. It was like he’d taken a shower in good spirits.

  I couldn’t believe what I’d just experienced. I opened my mouth to start talking, though I had no idea what to say.

  He stopped me with his hand on my cheek, his thumb on my lips. With slow tenderness, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. As he pulled back, I was taken by the sweetness and warmth in his eyes. “I meant what I said,” he whispered. “Have a good rest and see how the world looks tomorrow. Unless you need to talk…?”

  His manner was so even and cool and sexy, I felt I could tell him anything in the world. But I had no idea what I would even say. Thank you for rocking my young world? Thank you for showing me what a true man can do to his lady? Thank you for letting me be… your lady…?

  A hazy grin may or may not have formed in the corner of my lips. But my voice stayed frozen while my head blazed with wild thoughts. Luckily, I sat next to the most incredible man of all time and he just chuckled like he found my dazed silence charming as hell.

  He certainly knew how to leave me wanting more. Already I was so excited to let him do that—and more—to me again. I just knew I was never going to be able to get enough of him.

  His eyes kept smiling along with the dimple in his cheek. He raised his hand and ran the back of it against my face.

  “Sleep well, Natalia.”

  And with that, he got up, shirtless in the semi-darkness, muscled, tatted chest rippling as he picked up his pants, winked at me and strode to his room.

  When I heard the door click shut, I exhaled.

  Oh, my God. I had never experienced anything like that in my life, but the best part was that I knew there was more of it to come.

  Chapter 25 - Natalia

  “It’s this way,” Bradley said over his shoulder as he hiked ahead, through the clearing of green meadow.

  It was the next morning, and Bradley had suggested a hike. He wasted no time in forging ahead with the new relationship that was budding between us.

  Trees both tall and shrub-size surrounded us in a wide circle, big as a house. I couldn’t believe it. I’d lived in this area all my life but never seen this wooded pasture, not fifteen minutes from where I called home.

  “Just up here a bit… ,” Bradley intoned, almost under his breath. He paused and waited for my two strides to catch up to his longer ones. He took my hand and kept pace next to me. “You’re going to love it,” he assured me.

  In ten paces, I confirmed that very fact. A small ten foot high cave stood in front of us, just behind the wall of trees. It was a perfect shelter, as if nature itself had carved out the perfect little romantic getaway, made only for us.

  I heard a small gurgle and walked back out and saw a tiny stream snaking not twenty feet from the entrance. I felt like Snow White in the forest.

  “So, where would you like to set up?” Bradley asked me, surveying the area like he was doing math in his head.

  I walked back out to the clearing inside the tree ring and saw the shaded lawn by a thick grove of thin trees. I decided their leafed canopy made the perfect shelter for a sun-dappled picnic. I pointed.

  Bradley started setting down the camping pads and blankets and soon, we had a plush set-up. I knew that food, snacks and cool drinks were also on hand. But that’s not why we were there.

  I thought back to this morning.

  “Well, I slept on it like you told me to and now, I know what I want,” I had declared after striding into the living room.

  Bradley had looked up like a deer in headlights. He was still wearing pajama pants with no shirt and was eating a bowl of cereal. I hadn’t stopped to notice that he’d just taken a huge bite and was too busy chewing to respond to my dramatic lead-in.

  It was adorable. I had dissolved into giggles at the sight of such sexiness and cuteness all at the same time. Bradley had finished chewing, making funny eyes, trying himself not to laugh. He’d dramatically dabbed his mouth with a napkin as he did so, cleared his throat and straightened his chest.

  In a fake baritone he had droned, “Yeeees?” like the ancient butler in an old horror movie.

  That was too much. Here I was, trying to have the most important sexual experience of my life and he couldn’t stop joking. I had pounced at him, springing onto the couch cushion next to him and smacking his unmarked leg with a throw pillow.

  “Oww!” he had cried in joking alarm, chuckling at my display.

  I had hopped onto his lap, careful not to put any weight on his injured thigh. He had looked fresher than I’d seen him previously. Maybe we had both needed a good night’s rest, after all.

  I had looked up at him and felt the wet warmth spreading between my legs as his sharp eyes pierced me once again. I smiled then and purred to him, “I haven’t changed my mind Bradley. Be my first?”

  He had said yes, but that he wanted it to be extra special. I suppose a picnic hike was what he had in mind— even though I normally didn’t associate that with sex. It wasn’t where I had pictured losing my virginity, but everything about Bradley was a welcome surprise to me.

  Now, I was realizing how real it was about to get. Taking a sniff of the fresh air of the outdoors, I turned around and saw Bradley standing there, naked to his waist. This time, under the warm sun, his chest was golden and smooth. His sharp eyes held mine. He took wordless steps to me and gathered me up in his arms.

  He kissed me like he was a raging river and the dam had burst. I exploded in his grasp, kissing him back hotly, writhing with growing intensity, hungrier and hungrier. My knee lifted to his waist and he grabbed it hard, thrusting his crotch into mine, teasing me with its hardness imprisoned in hiking pants.

  My head fell back as one hand of his traveled down my shorts and under my panties. Surges of hot pleasure shot through me as he fingered my pussy. His mouth explored my neck again and he breathed words I’d never imagined as he lost himself in my body.

  “I want this to be special. You deserve to be exalted, like a woodland queen, so I brought you here. I wanted to share this spot with you. I found it the other day and it seemed like pure heaven. That’s what I wanted you to have, for your first time. To be treated like royalty, to be celebrated, like the glorious woman you are…”

  I stopped his mouth talking with my kissing. Then I walked to the soft blankets and cr
ouched down easily, pulling him down with me with one hand. He descended carefully, but steadily, with my support on his strong shoulders. Once we were solidly on ground, I leaned back, resting on my palms.

  “Undress me, Bradley.”

  Slowly, achingly, he removed each piece of clothing and replaced the uncovered area with a flood of his kisses. All over my body, his mouth traveled. He flipped me over and nibbled my shoulder, down my spine, all the way down to my butt cheeks.

  There, he gave a firm clap on my ass and I jumped and shivered and giggled all at the same time. I felt like I was at a buffet but the dishes were sensations of delight that Bradley alone could serve to me.

  Wetness made itself known halfway down my inner thigh. Damn, I’d never seen myself this wet ever! This man set all kinds of physical records with me. Shaded from the bright rays but warmed by the sun-filled air, my naked skin was primed and aroused.

  But I grew impatient. I sat up and ripped open his pants. He laughed and let me sneak my fingers under his boxers to find his enormously engorged cock waiting for me. I gasped, half-joking but also, truly taken aback. It was so huge.

  “Easy,” he whispered, as he pushed down on my shoulder, slowly sending me down on my back to the blanket.

  He leaned over me, letting me pull down his boxers and pants all at once, revealing a sculpted ass like it was made of bronze. Finally, we got everything off him and I took a long, delicious look.

  The man looked like the statues of the ancient warriors you see in museum shows on TV. He was an ideal of form and bone, muscle and heart. I wanted him everywhere in me, on me, above me.

  He reached over to his backpack and pulled out a condom. Smiling, I watched him unwrap and secure it on his huge waiting cock. It was like an erotic appetizer, to watch him get his manhood all dressed up for our occasion.

  His dick pressed against my pussy hairs, separating the lips of my pussy until his dick head rested on my clit. He rubbed his cock up and down, causing my pussy to get slippery as my juices flowed. He spread the liquids with smooth, long stokes of his fingers, all over the head of his dick and the inside of my quivering pussy.

  I could feel his breath hot on my face as I waited with my eyes closed for him to enter me. He slowly pushed his dick inside me, opening my tight walls in a way that they had never been opened before. I clung to him, gripping him tightly as I inhaled deeply and held my breath.

  He seemed to fill every inch of me, making the untouched flesh of my pussy ache as he plunged deeper and deeper into my wet center. He felt amazing. It was a sensation that I had never felt and couldn't quite explain if I wanted to.

  He was taking his time, being gentle with me and making sure it didn’t hurt. I appreciated that.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered, holding himself still inside of me.

  “Yes,” I answered breathlessly, my hand clawing against his shoulder as I struggled to contain myself.

  He slowly started to move his hips, pushing his dick in and out of my tiny pussy. I lay there, completely still, unsure of what I should be doing. I let him take over, moving my body the way that he wanted.

  Once he could tell that I was comfortable, he started that dirty talk that I loved so much.

  “You’re okay with my big cock in your tiny, tight little pussy?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I called out, loving how it felt and how he sounded.

  “You like how I’m taking you for your very first time?”

  “Yes,” I repeated. “Yes, Bradley.”

  After countless deep strokes, he spread my legs open wide and pushed himself into me even deeper. His head dropped back and he let out a low, throaty moan. That excited me even more. I angled my hips up so that he could glide in and out of my dripping wet pussy easily. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

  We fucked there; the rhythm of his body smacking against mine was the only sound that could be heard above my moans and his. I felt such deep delicious pleasure, that I didn’t know could exist.

  After a while, and long after it started to feel amazing, he stopped suddenly, holding his huge, pulsing cock still, inside me. I could feel his heartbeat in my pussy. His head ducked down and he tongued my nipples, agonizingly. He slid out his cock from me, then crouched suddenly.

  My back arched involuntarily when I felt the wet hot swimming of his tongue on my swelling pussy lips. His hand reached up to play with my breasts, squeezing and thumbing and fingering. My heat was on overdrive. I thought I might just burst.

  Just as suddenly, he stopped his tongue from lapping my flowing juices and lifted himself, face to face with me. He encircled my entire body with his arms, gripping me tight, eyes staring deep. He positioned his iron hard rod and thrust hard, all at once, into my deepest core. I gasped from the yummy mix of pleasure and pain that gave me. He pumped me hard and slow as I let myself be taken on the ride of my life. His kissed me slow, licked me slow and let me soak up all the delicious feelings he gave.

  After a while, he started going faster and faster, hips crashing even harder into me. His breath went shallow and hot as he panted. I felt like we were running a marathon, like we were star athletes, who were also wild animals, giving into our animal desire.

  “You’re going to make me cum again,” I called out, unable to hold back my desire. “Your cock in my pussy feels so good.”

  “Hell yeah,” he grunted, pushing even further inside me. He grabbed my ass and held onto it tight, then slapped it—giving it a stinging sensation I loved. “You’re such a bad girl, letting me defile you outside like this.”

  “I want you to defile me any time, anywhere,” I confessed to him.

  He spanked me again, which is what I had wanted. “You’re my bad little girl and I love fucking you,” he said, as the waves of an orgasm washed through my entire body and I moaned and panted, letting him see my desperate need.

  “I'm close!” he growled out, gripping my hips with his hands and pulling me to him hard.

  He rode me with mind-blowing pumps like he was an iron machine drilling my soft flesh for crude oil. Finally, he found my well deep inside and I melted with him. God, I loved the feeling of his hot juicy cum shooting into the condom that felt as if it was deep in my center. I gave myself over to it and we rocked together as if our movements were one.

  Spent, he collapsed on top of me. And I savored the feeling of his heavy, manly weight all over me. I had barely finished my first time and couldn’t wait to be with him again.

  My pussy throbbed and ached as I recovered from our moment of passion.

  He leaned down, kissing my forehead, and leaned back rolling over and caught his breath.

  There was a completeness that I felt as I lay there. Something within me felt whole after having this experience. It was the most amazing way I could have lost my virginity, and I’m so glad he finally took it.

  I could feel Bradley watching me carefully as he stroked his hand gently over my unruly hair. His tenderness was endearing, making me feel calm and cared for. I wished that I could freeze time and stay in that moment forever.

  I smiled as I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my lids grew heavier by the minute as I starting drifting off into a deep sleep.

  Grace was going to be shocked when she heard about the strange turn of events, I thought. And my dad would kill me if he found out.

  But, I didn’t want to think about that right now. At that moment, I contented myself with lying there in this perfect scene. I didn’t think I could’ve imagined a better way for this to happen, with such an experienced and soulful man, and in such a beautiful peaceful location. I felt like a princess who’d found the perfect knight.

  Under the trees, with the wind and the sun and the earth and stream running its course nearby, I felt like all was right with the world.

  Chapter 26 - Bradley

  I still couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside Natalia, to take her virginity. I had fantasized about
it plenty of times but nothing felt as good as the real thing, when I finally allowed myself to taste her forbidden fruit.

  And tasted it often and thoroughly I had, by now—lapping up her juices, drinking her cum and then rubbing my cock all over it before putting on a condom and spreading her legs apart wider so I could enter that tight little pussy of hers that I loved so much. She liked it when I spanked her and called her my bad girl. She liked it when I did whatever I wanted with her—which of course was something I too liked very much.

  It’d been several days now, several days of schooling this eager student in every manner of sexual pleasure known to me. I took her from behind, invading her curvy hips with my rod of iron. I took her against the wall, with her young, flexible legs wrapped around me. Breasts bouncing, firm and free, I fucked her on top of me and she rode my cock with abandon.

  We tried it sideways to lessen the pressure on my knee while also taking advantage of her supremely supple body. I ate out her ass and pussy covered with whipped cream and chocolate. Her tongue learned new flexibilities and tricks in taking on my whole eight inches.

  She was a natural.

  She especially loved making the crowning of my cock with condoms a central ritual of our foreplay. She’d roll it down my shaft, tight, squeezing her tits around my bulging rod, all at the same time. I’d never seen such originality. She took the responsibility of sex seriously, quizzing me intently on my past and testing history. And it turned me on all the more.

  We’d been alone for over a week now, and I knew I would never be the same. I had tasted her nectar and I was hooked. She was like a sexual explorer, brave and undaunted by anything she didn’t yet understand. It was like she challenged the unknown terrain before her to even try to slow her down. She ate it for breakfast.