Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  He smiled at me and I smiled back.

  “We did it. We’re married.”

  “Yes, we are,” I said. ”I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” Bradley said. He leaned over and kissed me sweetly on the lips. Our kiss lingered for a little bit, making heat rise into my cheeks. I panted, trying to catch my breath, once we separated.

  “I think it might be time for us to retire for the night,” said Bradley, grinning at me devilishly.

  I licked my lips at him and nodded. We walked the short distance to the honeymoon suite. When we got to the door, Bradley swept me off of my feet and walked me across the threshold of the door. The heart shaped bed had pink and red flower petals sprinkled across it. Bradley laid me on the bed gently, easing himself on top of me easily.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” said Bradley. “I want everything to be just right. Hang on.”

  He hopped off of the bed and ran over and dimmed the lights. I had to catch my breath at seeing what looked like a thousand candles seem to come to life all at once. Soft jazz music lifted over speakers that I couldn’t see. I didn’t see Bradley anywhere, though.

  “Bradley,” I called out, craning my neck to see where he had gone. After a few minutes, he emerged, wearing nothing at all. I got a good look at his gorgeous, muscular physique. I could see the outline of his scars and almost wanted to reach out and run my hand along them. His long, hard dick stood straight out. I could tell that he was really happy to see me.

  “You look amazing,” I told him, beckoning for him to join me on the bed.

  He crawled over to where I lay and started to undress me, carefully placing each piece to the side like he was savoring every minute of it. He opened my legs wide, leaning down to kiss the hairs of my pussy. I kind of felt awkward laying there with a big, round belly and being intimate with him.

  “You’re the one that looks amazing,” he said reassuringly, kissing me along my neck, traveling down my chest, and kissing the top of each breast tenderly.

  I leaned my head back as each hot kiss landed on me, inching closer and closer to my firm nipples. I grinded my hips toward him, moaning as I felt my pussy start to drip as I craved him. His wet mouth on my nipples made me moan. I grabbed the back of his head, his hair between my fingers. He circled his tongue fast around my nipples, lightly sucking them, pulling them so that my back arched in response to his lips.

  “You make me feel so wanted,” I whispered. ”You make me proud to be your wife.”

  I plunged my tongue into his mouth, kissing him wildly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard dick push against the outside of my pussy. He wiggled his hips as he pushed his way inside of me, opening my pussy lips with his firm member.

  “Make love to me,” I begged him, opening my legs up wide to give him easy access. ”Make love to your wife.”

  Without hesitation, he guided his dick into my wet, slippery pussy. He was so big that he stretched the walls of my pussy open wide. I bit my lip to hold back the screams that were threatening to break loose.

  Bradley looked down on me, starting to breath faster. He slowly pushed his dick into my pussy, staring into my eyes to watch my reaction while he did it. My eyes widened as my pussy did, clinging to every inch of his rock hard member as it sank deeper and deeper into my juicy center.

  “You feel amazing,” he said, panting. “You’re just so wet. Oh God...”

  He started to pump harder and harder, my legs spread out wide on either side of him, and him hanging onto them for dear life. He pounded my pussy so hard.

  He stopped mid-pump and flipped me over with such force that I thought that I was going to flip right off of the bed. Bradley caught my leg before I went completely over, pulled my waist back to him, and entered me from behind.

  I yelped with delight as he pushed his dick all the way inside of me, pulled it out and pushed it back, his thighs slapping hard against me as he fucked me with all of his might. He turned bright red and was dripping with sweat as he fucked me.

  Slowly my orgasm made itself known. Like many times before, Bradley’s cock knew just where to pound me. I gasped and warned him that I needed him to come with me, too.

  “I’m cumming!” he roared in response, shooting a hot load of cum into my pussy, pounding me mercilessly, before then pulling his dick out and letting the rest of it seep out onto my ass. He rubbed it in like lotion, caressing my butt cheeks sensually.

  My heart was beating so fast. Having the life fucked out of me, I could only slump over to my side, trying to catch my breath.

  After we had both steadied our breathing and heart rates, we held each other and stared off into the candle light while the soft music played. When my legs had lost their rubbery consistency, I got up and grabbed a couple of flutes of wine and brought it back over to the bed for Bradley and I to share. I lifted a glass and proposed a toast.

  “To us, our marriage, and the beginning of our wonderful life,” I said.

  “I’ll toast to that,” said Bradley, raising his glass. Before I had a chance to put the glass to my lips, Bradley swiped it away from me, and drank it down.

  “It won’t be long until I’ll be joining you for a good, stiff drink,” I said, patting my belly. “The babies should be coming along pretty soon.”

  Bradley rubbed my belly affectionately, leaning on his elbow next to me and sighing.

  “Our little surprises,” he said, smiling at me.

  “Yes, but surprises can be amazing, especially when they come at the right time,” I said.

  “And when they are surrounded by love.”

  I thanked my lucky stars that I had been able to meet a man like Bradley, someone that I truly loved and could build a future with the way that I had always wanted. I was glad that everything had worked itself out perfectly and couldn’t wait to see how our lives would be once the babies were born.

  I yelled out in surprise as I felt a kick on the side of my belly.

  “I guess the babies are just as excited about tonight as we are,” I said, putting Bradley’s hand on the spot where I had felt the kick.

  We sat for a few moments until we felt another kick. It was Bradley’s turn to jump with surprise. Then, he leaned his face close to my belly.

  “Hey there, little guys,” he said. “It’s me, your dad. I can’t wait to show you everything that I know. And I can’t wait for you guys to see your amazing mama. She’s going to be the best mom ever.”

  He smiled at me and my heart swelled with pride.

  Love had found me unexpectedly and I couldn’t have been any happier.

  I had decided that I was going to put off school for a while, at least until the boys were older. I could finally do what I had wanted to do before I had even considered what to take in school: be a stay-at-home mom and wife to a wonderful husband.

  Grace laughed about how I had gotten my dream life without even trying. And she was right.

  It was truly a dream come true and I was grateful for every second of it.

  Extended Epilogue – Natalia

  Two years later

  “Finally, we have the whole afternoon,” Bradley hummed at me seductively.

  To be honest, it was indeed a miracle of timing. My dad was away with work for the next three weeks. Bradley’s cousin Adelle had been planning a long trip to see us and the twins ever since they were born over a year ago. At the last minute, Adelle’s cat came down with some kind of kitty cold, and she refused to leave him. But not before insisting on taking the twins back with her, all the way to Tennessee.

  Bradley was not having it, however. With his job as a mechanical higher-up in the brand spanking new wind turbine factory, he had “plenty of cash to throw” at his problems, as he told me. He paid for the cat to be flown here, rented an Air B&B for Adelle and the beast to sleep in and sent over the twins for extended visits that never went overnight. My dad would FaceTime with them every night, no
matter which house they slept in.

  Everyone was happy. I loved that part of our new family life—figuring out to juggle all of life’s little pieces into some kind of whole that each one of us could draw happiness from. I saw that skill in my mother before me, and I am still learning it from her mother.

  One year ago, right after the boys were born, I got one of the biggest surprises from my grandmother, the one responsible for raising my own mom into the amazing woman I remembered. With zero notice, she up and moved to the next town over from ours. Now only a 30 minute drive away, Grandmama was our rock, with recipes, baby advice, and of course with keeping the boys.

  And I was learning so much about our family ways from her. Making preserves, canning pickles, carving a hog—I was becoming quite the expert in the kitchen. So much so, I could freestyle these traditional ways into my very own personal style.

  Now that Bradley was back from dropping off the twins to stay with Adelle until bedtime, it was time to show him my latest feat of knitting.

  “Stay right there,” I playfully ordered, my index finger poking his naked, perfect chest.

  I knew I was pushing it. He’d been telling me since yesterday how furiously he wanted to pound me without worrying about waking the kids. But honestly, I needed it more than he did. He’d been taking up archery again, except now that he was a man, he purchased his bow, arrows and target, instead of making them by hand with household items.

  It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, watching him tense that incredible chest while drawing back the arrow in bowstring. I got wet just watching him from the large windows looking out to the backyard while I nursed Liam and Graceson, even while chatting with visiting friends or relatives.

  But now we were all alone.

  I left Bradley standing there, tensing and raring to pounce on me like a ticking fuck bomb. I ran to our bedroom and yanked open my knitting bag, where I knew my surprise would stay hidden since Bradley had negative interest in it. Carefully, I lifted up the delicate stitches of my hand knitted crotch-less and nipple-less bikini set.

  I’d found a soft yarn that matched my flame-colored hair perfectly and a pattern online for the sexiest flowery, flowing bikini that offered no barriers to getting fucked royally while wearing it. The strings of yarn still framed my hips, but the crotch had a nice wide opening. I hoped it would survive Bradley’s elephant cock. The top piece had the same concept, delicate straps and flowing lines, but the center of the bikini cups were left open for easy nipple-licking.

  I half-danced, half-strode back to the hallway where I left Bradley. When I peeked my head around the corner, I saw he stood unmoved, still ready to leap on me. I snaked my long leg out to his view, then wound out an arm before stepping out. Now in his full view, I rolled my hips, still dancing and locking with his eyes.

  He never looked so hungry. He eyes devoured my supple body, unchanged by childbirth and delectably dressed up for a merciless, full-fledged fucking. He took in the sight of me grinding up to him, rubbing my soft skin and garment along his hard, marblesque frame. He took a breath, ran his hand along my face, trailed fingers down my chest and gently squeezed my tit. He kissed me slowly, and deeply, fingering my nipples and reaching down for my wet wanting clit.

  I was already a flood, watching him watch me with his full eight inch cock growing fatter than I’d even seen before.

  It was quiet, like the calm before a storm. We were mesmerized by each other’s eyes while tracing only the most delicate touches on each other’s most sensitive body parts. I crouched low, suddenly, to tease the tip of Bradley’s cock with the tip of my tongue, flicking and flitting, but never more.

  That did it.

  As I stood to kiss him, he popped into action. He grabbed my hips in both his hands and lifted my body from the ground. He lunged into a rabid kiss in my mouth, walking us both to the nearest wall.

  “Get ready.”

  He didn’t need to say more. I soaked up the sight of him, ravenous for my sweet pussy. Now that I was pressed hard against the wall, he pulled back his hips and slid perfectly into my tight slit, not too fast, not too slow, but perfectly, sure and complete. I felt so full as I arched my back, eyes heavenward with his lips on my nipple and his cock pumping my deepest center.

  Bradley pounded me against the wall, eating up the vision of my body taking his sheer strength and force. My breasts were huge and hard and bounced firmly with each thrust of his commanding loins. I took it all, without words, only panting and grunts, for what seemed like an eternity.

  I never wanted the delicious hammering to stop.

  Soon, Bradley’s cock began to feel even thicker and I thought I was going to die of pleasure right there.

  “Yeah! Give it all to me!” I both demanded and begged.

  His hips went into fast overdrive and I lost all ability to form words as I gave in to the thunderous fucking Bradley was giving me. He took me, body and soul, as my pussy caught fire and my climax spilled over with glowing, melting bliss.

  Soon after, he began to growl and erupt himself. I delighted in the waves of unending orgasms he gave me. I’d never felt so hot, like a creature made only for the pleasures of our flesh. Mutely, he continued humping my limp body. I loved every second.

  After a few minutes of much needed recovery, I found my voice usable once again. Bradley was lying on his back, eyes closed. It was like he felt my eyes on him. His opened, right on me. He rolled to my side and gathered me up in his arms.

  “Thank you,” was all he said.

  “For the bikini? Hey, it was my pleasure…”

  He chuckled, then smoothed my hair and kissed my temple. “And also for the amazing life.”

  I giggled and snuggled against him. It was true. We had more than I’d ever dreamed. And more kept coming. Next semester, after the boys were old enough, I was officially going back to school, thanks to the insistence of my best friend Grace. Life really held promise and hope in every corner. I never felt so lucky and charmed.

  That was, until Bradley spoke up again, nibbling my ear.

  “Hope you’re ready for Round 2 in T minus five, four, three….”

  Life with my dad's best friend may have started out rocky, but it turned out to be an incredibly amazing journey.

  THE END

  My Dad’s Rival’s Secret Baby

  Copyright © 2018

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter 1 - Mariah

  Excerpt

  I head back to the guest room in Wesley’s mansion, wearing only the towel. When I step into the room, I’m surprised to see that Wesley is still there. Or, rather, maybe he left and came back while I was in the shower.

  “Oh,” he says, dropping a robe that he was holding onto the bed. It is fluffy and white – like those comfy ones at nice hotels. “Sorry for the intrusion. I just thought you might want to wear this robe.”

  “Thank you,” I tell him, with a smile. “But what if I don’t?”

  “I’m sorry?” he asks, his eyebrows raised up towards each other in confusion.

  “What if I don’t want to wear the robe?”

  This is it – my bold invitation for him to hit on me. The ball’s in his court now. He could take my question to mean that perhaps I’d rather get dressed in normal clothes. Or he could take it for what it is…

  …and he does.

  “You mean, what if you don’t want to wear anything at all?” he asks, a smirk crossing his thick, handsome lips.

  “Exactly.”

  “Well, I think that can be arranged.”

  In two steps, he’s crossed the small length of floor that was separating us, and he’s dropped the towel from my chest. I love that he took charge and did that, rather than leaving it up to me to show my naked body to him.

  It’s so much different than the younger guys I’ve dated have acted. I begin to realize
there’s a reason I never wanted to lose my virginity to them. I wanted someone older, wiser, more experienced… I was waiting to meet someone like Wesley.

  He looks down at me and lets out a low whistle.

  “I knew you were gorgeous, and I’ve loved staring at your curves in the office, but I had no idea you looked this good under there,” he says, putting his hand on my ass and squeezing it, just like I’d imagined him doing while I was in the shower.

  He bends down to kiss me, and his tongue is eager and strong. I wrap my own up with it, and we make out like high schoolers.

  “I love your round ass and those perfectly plump tits,” he says, as he pinches my nipple and then bends down to suck on one of them. “I can’t believe I’m so fucking lucky as to be able to taste you.”

  He bends down a bit further and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. At first, it’s just like I fantasized about in his shower moments ago, but then it gets rougher, wilder – and I like it. He walks forward and pins me up against the bedroom wall. I hang there, with my naked legs around him, his pelvis leaning into my wet, aching pussy while he hurries to take off his belt and pants.

  “You want me in here, don’t you?” he asks, reaching down to grab my pussy lips between his fingers.

  “Yes,” I moan, breathing into his ear.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir,” I beg. “Please. Please touch my pussy. Please fuck my pussy.”

  I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth – or that I’m talking to my boss this way. I just can’t seem to help it, though. No one has ever made me feel this good before, or this dirty in a good way.

  Looking down at his fingers as they rub my clit, he asks me, “Does this feel good? Is this what you want?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, as he kisses me again and puts two of his fingers up inside my pussy hole. I’m so wet that his fingers are immediately drenched in my juices.

  “Look how much you want me,” he says, as he looks down at my wetness all over his hand, while rubbing my clit nearly to the point of making me cum. “This little pussy feels so tight. Have you ever…?”