Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I admired her grit and frequently found myself getting lost in it. These days with her had a glow and warmth that I’m not sure I’d ever experienced, not in any relationship and not even in the love of my former job. I just enjoyed every moment.

  It was morning. We’d finished another bout of intense fucking. Sleep crept up on her while my mind was doing its usual thing, post-orgasm.

  I lay there holding her, listening to the ebb and flow of her breath as it slowed down. She was so warm and soft. Her curly red hair clung to her forehead and neck, glued in place by the river of sweat that had been pouring down her neck.

  She looked so peaceful, an almost undetectable smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Part of me wanted to just slip away, and leave her lying there in her peaceful radiance. But, another part of me, a larger part of me, wanted to take her up in my arms and whisk her away to my bed. That was the part that I listened to.

  She stirred gently, opening an eye as I lifted her as carefully as I could from the bed. She moaned in what I assumed was protest, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, satisfied to go anywhere that I wanted to take her.

  When we got to the room that I had been using as my own, I had this feeling of being in a dream. I almost fell over. Natalia laughed as I dropped her onto the bed, not realizing how faint I was starting to feel. I took a few deep breaths to clear my mind.

  “You okay?” asked Natalia, sitting up and looking at me worriedly.

  I tried to put a smile on my face, but I was sure that I looked like I was in pain.

  “I'm okay,” I said gently. “How are you?”

  Natalia propped up herself on her elbows and stared up at the ceiling like she was trying to decide how she was feeling. She shrugged and smiled one of the biggest smiles that I had ever seen. It was definitely the biggest smile that I had seen on her face. It made a feeling of sweet relief wash over me, knowing that she was content.

  “I'm great,” she said, in a high-pitched voice. “Never felt better. But, you are giving me a look that's scaring me. Are you sure that you're okay?”

  Her eyebrows furrowed into a worried frown. I pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around her slender frame. I buried my head in her hair, the smell of mango flooding my nose. I breathed deeply, trying to take it all in. She fit so perfectly into my arms. I wished that we could lie like that forever.

  “Is this real?” I asked, half to Natalia, half to myself. “This all feels so surreal, like I'm in some sort of dream. I just can't believe that this is happening.”

  As I lay there holding Natalia, I had a rush of feelings that made me feel just like that: like something wonderful had happened, but maybe just in my imagination. She pulled my arms around her tighter, grinding her butt into me. I could feel the excitement starting to build again.

  “Oh, it’s happening,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And it’s definitely happened, um, many, many times. It's almost like I can always feel you inside of me.”

  I listened to her words, trying to let them sink in. We had been torrid, rabid lovers for just over a week. It was true.

  “Wow,” was all that I could manage to say.

  “Would it help if I pinched you so that you know that it's real?” she asked playfully.

  “Maybe,” I said, her playful spirit starting to become contagious.

  She pinched me softly.

  “There. Did that help?”

  “Only a little,” I said, nestling into her neck and inhaling deeply.

  It was real. I felt the rise and fall of her breath as it entered and left her body, slowing down more and more the deeper into sleep she fell. Shortly after she fell asleep, I did, too, letting the amazing feeling of what had happened wash over me. As always, for the entire time we’d been intimate together, it simply felt amazing to be with her.

  Chapter 27 - Bradley

  A few hours later, I was awakened by a loud noise like glass being broken.

  “What the hell is going on here!” came a booming voice. I opened my eyes and saw a blurry figure standing over the bed where we were laying.

  It was James and he was back home.

  When I realized what was happening, I immediately snapped to attention, shuffling backward in the bed in an effort to sit up. My tongue felt thick in my mouth and I felt my blood go cold.

  “Wake up, Natalia!” said James, shaking his daughter vigorously. She woke up slowly, irritated that she was being awakened.

  “Wha-what's going on?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a few seconds, but when she realized what was happening, her eyes popped open wide. She looked like a deer in headlights, frightened by a heavy freight truck barreling down the road in her direction.

  “That's what I want to know,” said James, looking at his daughter and I lying in bed together. “I left for a few days and I come back to find my best friend, a man that I trusted, in bed with my daughter? Someone needs to start explaining. And I mean now!”

  He was fuming and I understood. Before any words of explanation could come out, he turned into a fire-breathing dragon.

  “You're going to pay for this, Bradley,” he said, his voice sounding like several people talking at once. “I trusted you and you betrayed me.”

  He inhaled deeply and blew out a huge ball of fire.

  My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. I looked over and saw that Natalia was still sleeping peacefully near me.

  I had been dreaming. It was actually more of a nightmare, though. But, I had a feeling that what had happened in the dream, short of James turning into a dragon, would be pretty close to what would happen in real life if James were to ever learn about what had happened.

  I had crossed the line in a major way and I knew it. I felt sick to my stomach as I thought about it. Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and run far away, leaving everything behind. Another part wanted to stay there with Natalia forever. Just holding her was heaven, not to mention our incredible sexual bond.

  I had forgotten how great it felt. It had been longer than I cared to remember since I had last had sex. And it had never been as good as it was with Natalia.

  But, that should not have been my thought at that moment, especially since it was my friend's daughter that I was boning with all my might. It was wrong on so many levels. I had tried to get her out of my mind.

  I calmed myself by putting space between us, and trying to go on a date, but that only seemed to make it worse. I was unable to do anything but focus on Natalia and go after what I truly wanted, which was her. So, really, there was nothing that she could have done or not done that would have changed things.

  The bad part about it, though, was that my friend, James, was completely unaware of what was going on underneath his roof. He had left me in his home with his daughter, trusting that things would be okay.

  He had opened up his home to me in an effort to help me out. And even though he hadn't necessarily left me to babysit his daughter, I'm sure that there was a level of comfort that he felt in leaving me with her, that I could protect her and keep her safe in his absence, the way that he would have done if he could. He surely didn't expect that I would end up being her first lover, and ravishing her the way that I had.

  The more I thought about it, the lower I felt. This is probably why I had avoided thinking about it all week. Oh, sure, flitting thoughts peppered my consciousness here and there. So far, I’d answered any questions about my character with the fact that I was filling her needs. She had asked me.

  But now, after filling my awareness full to the brim of the lusciousness of this young woman’s body, I was confronted with new questions. How could I have betrayed my best friend so badly? What type of a man was I to have crossed the line like that?

  The thoughts floated around and around my head. It was like a swarm of hummingbirds. In no time flat, swirling thoughts took over and I thought that I w
as going to lose my mind.

  Natalia stirred, moaning softly as she did. I snapped back to reality, to what was happening at that moment. And I realized that there was nothing that I could do about some unforeseeable future incident with James.

  This was happening now. And I was enjoying it. So, I placed those thoughts in my Fuck It bucket, out of my head and held Natalia tighter.

  She started grinding her butt against my dick and I could feel it begin to stiffen again. It seemed like she was trying to get me hard, moving her hips in a circle against my erection. I pushed my dick against her, feeling her cheeks opening up and holding my dick in a warm hug.

  I wanted to take her again. I started to grind my dick into her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, licking her smooth neck. I wanted her to be fully awake before I took her again. But, I knew that it was going to happen again. If the previous times were any indication of what I could expect, I knew that my mind was going to be blown by her.

  She reached out for my hand, interlocking her fingers into mine. When I was sure that she was fully awake, I made my move.

  I reached down and slid my fingers onto her pussy, opening the lips so that I could feel her clit. It was already slippery from her excitement. I ran my finger in a circle around her clit a few times before taking it away and putting my fingers to my mouth, eager to taste her. She tasted sweet, like candy.

  I wanted more.

  “Let me taste that juicy pussy,” I told her. She had a way of making me beg for it, plead for it.

  “Yes,” she responded.

  I crawled down the bed until my face rested in her pussy. I lapped her slowly, flattening my tongue and then curling it so that it caressed the tip of her clit. I could feel it jump against my tongue. She grabbed a handful of my hair, pushing my face deeper into her.

  She moaned loudly, and starting humping, fucking my face. I ate her pussy, my tongue dancing all around the inside of her, darting in and out of her hole. Her wetness was soaking my face, coating me with her delicious juice.

  “Oh… oh… oh, shit, Bradley!”

  Her back ached while her hips jerked wildly. I could feel her walls and clit clench and quiver. When I was sure that she had cum all the way, I crawled back up, grabbing her ass.

  “I need to go get a condom,” I said.

  “Just put it inside me for a minute,” she moaned, as if she hated the thought of being separated from me for even a second. “I want to feel it naked and raw inside me.”

  That was one thing we hadn’t done, in all this time we’d spent together.

  “You’re such a bad girl,” I said, spanking her perfectly plump ass cheeks while pushing my hard dick inside of her. “You want my bareback cock in your wet pussy.”

  “Yes, I do,” she said, breathlessly. “Mmmmm.”

  She sighed like she was coming undone. She bit her lip, bracing herself against the pressure of my dick drilling its way deep inside of her tender pussy. Her fingers gripped my arm firmly. I tried to contain my excitement so that I wouldn't hurt her, but she felt so warm and slippery. My dick grew harder with each pump.

  I kept thinking I needed to go get a condom and soon. But she felt so amazing that I started to lose control of my senses along with my body.

  I felt myself speeding up, fucking her fast and hard. She reached up, digging her fingernails into my back, her moans escalating to loud screams. I fucked her harder and faster.

  “Oh God, oh God…” It almost sounded like she was praying.

  Before I knew what was happening, I was cumming. Hot jism shot from my dick into her tight wet pussy like lightning. I hammered into her like my life depended on it, with everything I had.

  I came like an explosion. My orgasm was so hard, it felt I’d sustained a blow and was careening from the impact.

  Then I realized I was lying on my back, chest heaving, eyes dazed. My cock was still rigid. And completely uncovered.

  It took me a few minutes to realize what I had just done. Even though I had known, it had slipped my mind. All I had been focusing on was the hot heat of her juicy pussy and how badly I wanted to fill her up with my seed—to claim her as my own. And now I had.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said, trying hard to regain logic. “I just came inside you.”

  “It was amazing,” she said, with a small smile on her face.

  I supposed it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. If she was okay with it, I was, too. I’d do anything for my Natalia, including filling her up with my cum.

  Chapter 28 - Natalia

  I woke up feeling the happiest that I had in as long as I could remember. I was falling for this man. I already wanted to buy him underwear. Take long drives in the country together. Suck that incredibly thick, juicy cock as a thank you for emptying the dishwasher.

  The last time that I felt so happy was the day that my mother took me and some of my friends to an amusement park. We had done everything there was to do that we could find in the park. We rode every rollercoaster and every ride that spun had spun us until we were so dizzy and couldn't walk.

  We got off the rides, laughing our heads off, falling all over each other because we were so dizzy. I remembered the easy way that my mother had laughed, watching us and shaking her head.

  “You girls are so silly,” she said, laughing and sighing.

  She too was happy, just watching us having fun.

  It was my first time eating a funnel cake. The smell wafted up into my nose, making me crave the warm sticky dessert. And tasting it had been like eating a miracle, if that was even possible. I ate so much that I struggled to breathe. I had to pretty much waddle out of the amusement park.

  There was still a picture of that day that was made into a magnet and put on our refrigerator. Three of my friends, plus Grace of course, had their arms out in front of them and held me why I lay floating in their arms. I had smiled so big, my cheeks hurt. I had been truly happy.

  Now, I sat up in bed for a few minutes, watching as Bradley slept easily. I wanted to reach out and touch his face, just to make sure that he was real, that I hadn't just dreamed or imagined him being there. It’d felt this way all week, every time I’d woken up before him and still couldn’t believe my luck. But, he looked so perfectly serene, I didn't want to risk waking him.

  I decided to slip out of bed quietly, careful not to move too much so that I wouldn't stir him, and headed toward the kitchen. I wanted to make Bradley a nice breakfast in bed. I thought that would be a great start to our day after such an amazing night. Truly, I was just in love with the little world that the two of us had made this past week. Now I wanted everything to be special, to match my mood.

  I found a pancake recipe online and determined we had all of the ingredients that I needed. I wasn't the greatest chef, but hell, I could follow a simple recipe. The recipe boasted that it was the best ever, so I had hope for it.

  As I walked to the kitchen, I passed the couch. A flash of thought hit me, it was the same couch where I had my first orgasm with Bradley and the one that I had sat on many times watching movies with my father. Absently, I wondered what would happen if our secret was discovered.

  This was one secret that I was not too eager to share with my father. There was no telling the damage that could be done. Even though I didn't ask Bradley, I had a sneaking suspicion that he would agree with me on that one.

  But my attention quickly returned to marking this morning with a breakfast made with love. I liked that connection, food and sensuality. Bradley was awakening all kinds of new experiences for me.

  I quickly tore through the pancake recipe and cooked each one to a crispy golden brown. After that, I found some eggs. I had a taste for some fried eggs and made some to go alongside the pancakes. When I had finished making everything, I pulled two plates out of the cabinet and went to the stove to serve the food.

  But as I turned, Bradley appeared in the kitchen. My heart sank a little thinking about how my plan wasn't goin
g to happen. I couldn't very well surprise him with breakfast in bed if he had already gotten out of bed. I quickly let the thought go and decided that any type of breakfast, whether in bed or not, would be great with a man like Bradley.

  “Good morning,” I said, greeting him cheerfully.

  “Good morning,” he said, sounding so sad.

  I froze, holding a spoonful of eggs in midair over one of the plates. I looked over at him and saw a very serious, worried look on his face. It was a look that I had only seen on the faces of people after someone had died. My heart started beating fast. What was going on?

  “Everything okay?” I said, almost afraid to ask the question.

  He didn't speak for a few moments and stared down at the floor.

  “No,” he said, finally, covering his face with his hands.

  “What's wrong?” I asked, knowing that I wasn't going to like the answer.

  “Listen, we need to talk...” he said, slowly walking over to sit down at the kitchen table.

  I stopped what I was doing, completely abandoning any idea of having a romantic breakfast. Something had obviously changed since last night and I needed to find out what. I sat down silently at the table, folding my hands in my lap, my lips pressed together firmly as I waited for him to speak.

  “What happened this week shouldn’t have happened,” he began, talking very slowly as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Don't get me wrong; it was great. No, it was amazing. You were amazing. The only thing is... it shouldn't have happened. It was completely inappropriate. I let my poor judgment get in the way of what I know is best and now things are completely messed up. I wish that I could take it back, but I can't. And I'm so sorry.”

  I was devastated by his words. I felt like he was trying to brush off what was happening like it was just some fling, some fly-by-night nothing that we could easily just push aside as if it had never happened. I didn't want this to be like the kiss: something that happened that we never talked about or acted like had never happened.