by Jamie Knight
Wesley’s mom is among our guests, as his Aunt Shelley of course. She’s ecstatic that we’re getting married, and tells me she always knew we were meant to be, from the first moment she saw me. I’m glad I have such great support from his family, because I don’t really have any from my own. But, I do have friends here, who have become like family. Sterling and Elle wave at me from the front row, beaming at the sight of me in my wedding dress, which was specifically tailored to float right over my baby bump.
Wesley and I had decided to get married before I have the baby, but wait until after the baby arrives and is a bit older to go on our honeymoon. I want to drink some alcoholic beverages on a Caribbean beach, after all.
When I take my place in front of Wesley, I notice that a slight tear is running down his cheek. “You look beautiful, my wife,” he whispers to me.
The pastor starts the ceremony, and when it comes time to say our vows, which we wrote ourselves, neither of us has ever been more honest in our lives.
“I promise to tell you the truth, always,” I tell him. “To not let any secret come between us. To let you into every part of my life.”
“And I promise to stand by your side always,” he says, “To live with you, work with you, parent with you. To respect you, to protect you, and to honor you always.”
We dance with our guests until late into the night. And then later, in our honeymoon suite at the hotel where we had the wedding, he picks me – and my baby bump – up and carries us through the door.
“Look at my strong man, picking me up like that,” I laugh.
“Oh please,” he says. “That was nothing. Plus, I want to ravish you.”
“Ravish me?” I ask him. “Didn’t you just vow to respect me always?”
“I respect your curves,” he says. “And I respect your wet pussy by sliding my cock into it.”
“Is that so?” I ask him, as he struggles to undo the lacy tie on the back of my dress.
He bends me over the bed and takes me from behind, just like I love to feel him do. And now, he can cum in me without us having to worry about anything. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and sticks his finger into my pussy.
“You’re so wet for your husband,” he says, rubbing the slick juices between his fingers.
“I sure am,” I agree.
He spanks my ass, but not too hard – he’s been gentler ever since he’s found out I’m pregnant, although he tells me that after the baby arrives and I’ve had time to heal, he’s going to take my anal virginity just like he took my regular virginity.
He thrusts his cock inside me and says, “What a bad girl you are. Letting me spank you and fuck you.”
“I’m your bad girl,” I tell him. “Your bad wife.”
“And I’m still your boss, for the next couple years or so,” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me. He reaches around to play with my clit while he fucks me. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, as he holds onto my hips and moves me front to back while his cock has his way with my pussy. “Yes, boss.”
When he starts to play with my sensitive nipples, I lose my mind, crying out “Oh, my God, Wesley, I’m cumming,” as I let the wave of a powerful orgasm wash over my entire body.
“Cum for your husband,” he commands me. “For your boss. Cum all over my cock.”
As I’m doing so, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as he, too, cums in me. He shoots his load inside me, filling me up with his warm cum.
“Holy shit,” he says, taking his cock out of me and pausing, with an arm on the bed. But with his other hand, he rubs his cock around my pussy and ass, saying, “I left such a cream pie in your pussy. I can’t wait to put one in your ass, after the baby gets here.”
“I can’t wait until you do that either,” I say.
He picks me up and carries me onto the bed, where he wraps his strong arms around me and gives me a kiss goodnight, on our wedding night.
“Good night, my wife. I love you.”
“Good night, my husband. I love you too.”
Epilogue - Wesley
“Holy fuuuuuuuuck!” Mariah yells, as she’s in the throes of labor a few months later.
I feel so bad for her pain and wish I could do something to take it away. I’ve done all our Hypnobirthing exercises with her, I keep bringing her wet washcloths and offering her massages. It seemed to help for the first twenty-four hours or so, but now all she wants is this baby out of her, and I can’t blame her.
“The baby is almost here,” the doctor says, with an excited grin on her face. “Daddy – you can come down here and see her head if you want.”
The word “daddy” hits me like a gust of wind. I still can’t believe I’m about to be a father. Letting go of Mariah’s hand, I go stand next to the doctor and see curly brown hair on the baby’s head.
“There’s hair!” I call out. “Lots of it!”
“There sure is,” the doctor says. “And here comes the rest of the baby. One more push, Mariah, you’re doing great.”
Mariah gasps and breathes deeply before delivering the last one push that brings our baby out into the world.
“Good job, honey!” I shout. “You did it! You did it!”
The doctor pulls the baby out and announces, “It’s a girl.”
I smile, because it’s what I’ve wanted all along. I vow silently to my daughter to be a good father to her – a better father than mine was to me and Mariah’s was to her. I’ll support her in whatever she wants to do, and would happily pass down my real estate company – Mariah’s and my real estate company, I correct myself, since I know that she and I will continue to build a vast fortune together – to her.
I don’t have much time to reflect on my promises, because the doctor lays the baby on Mariah’s chest and asks, “Do you want to cut the cord, Daddy?”
“I sure do,” I answer, even though I have to admit to myself so that I’m fucking scared to do anything that could go wrong.
“It’s okay,” the doctor says, as though sensing my fear. “You can’t hurt her.”
She shows me what to do and I do it, without causing any major damage, as far as I can tell. Then I head to where Mariah is holding the baby and join her in mutual admiration.
“She’s so beautiful,” Mariah coos.
“She really is. Hello, adorable.”
The baby had been staring up into Mariah’s eyes, but when she hears my voice, her pretty brown eyes move up to look into mine.
“Yes, hello,” I tell her. “I’m your daddy.”
A nurse who has been in the room takes the baby to clean her and weigh her, and then brings her back to Mariah’s arms and says, “Once she has eaten some, Daddy is welcome to hold her.”
Mariah tries to nurse her for a little bit, cuddling her and encouraging her. It’s slow going, but finally the baby latches on and suckles some.
“Good job,” a nurse says. “She was very determined to get that right.”
“She’s got a lot of determination,” I agree. “Just like her mom.”
Mariah looks up at me and laughs, but it’s a weak one and I can tell she’s getting tired.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell her. “You did great, Mama.”
“Thanks,” she says.
I know this is an inopportune time to be feeling horny, but I can’t wait until the mandated recovery time period has passed so that I can properly ravish my not-pregnant-anymore wife. I guess I just find her irresistible no matter what else is going on.
I keep my thoughts to myself, though, because I’m sure it’s the last thing Mariah wants to think about right now. But once some time has passed, I’m going to take her on our delayed honeymoon and do all the things we’ve talked about doing with each other that we were waiting until then to do. I can’t wait.
After the baby has eaten a little, Mariah looks up at me and says, “Would you like to hold your daughter?”
> “I sure would,” I answer.
From the moment she’s placed in my arms, I’m instantly in love.
“Hello, little daughter,” I tell her, smelling her new baby smell and touching her soft skin. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“What should we name her?” Mariah asks.
I smile as the idea comes to me instantly.
“How about Shelly?” I say.
She nods. “I like it.”
I bend down to kiss her while still hugging our baby – Shelly. “That’s good, because I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, as she kisses me back.
And so our family will make our way in this world, together forever, no matter what.
Extended Epilogue – Mariah
Six Months Later
Nothing makes the world shine brighter than Shelly’s infectious peals of laughter. The two of us are playing in the backyard with a bottle of bubbles. Every time I blow a strand of shimmery orbs into the air, Shelly howls with laughter as if I’ve told the best joke in the world. And of course, her laughter sets me off, which makes her laugh even harder, and the two of us just giggle and giggle.
She claps her tiny hands together gleefully and I catch my breath and stop laughing long enough to blow another stream near her. She reaches up to touch one and squeals in surprise and delight when it pops. “You’re funny, little girl, you know that?”
Shelly responds with a stream of baby gibberish and I can’t help but grin and scoop her up. I’m filled with anxiety about leaving her this weekend, but Wesley insisted we get at least some kind of honeymoon, even if it’s short. I trust Aunt Shelly to watch her little namesake, but I haven’t been away from my daughter for more than a few hours at a time yet, and I’m nervous.
A stream of bubbles flies by my face and I turn to spot the source. Wesley is standing behind me, smiling. “I hate to interrupt the fun, love, but we need to get her over to Aunt Shelly’s if we’re going to make our flight.”
I sigh heavily and get to my feet. “Maybe we should wait a few more months, she-“
“Nope. She will be just fine, Mariah, relax. Aunt Shelly is dying to spend the weekend with her, and I,” he steps so close to me that I can feel his breath on my skin, “Am dying to ravish my wife and possibly make Shelly a little sibling.”
I can’t help but laugh as Wesley scoops the baby from my arms, but my laughter is cut short when he kisses me hard. A surge of heat flows through me and I find myself a little less anxious about leaving Shelly and a little more anxious to get to our destination.
We drop off our little girl with Aunt Shelly, who patiently listens through my nervous babbling about emergency phone numbers and rambling about bedtime routines, and with her reassurance, we’re off for the airport.
Arriving at the resort is a blur, and all we want to do was scramble up to our suite, and before Wesley has even finished shutting the door, I jump him. We rip each other’s clothes off in a tornado and before I can blink, my back is hitting a deliciously soft bed. While we’d had the chance for a quickie here and there, we haven’t had the time to truly indulge in the lovemaking we so desperately craved since before Shelly was born.
I push Wesley down and kneel between his legs, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers through my hair and I part my lips, taking his shaft into my mouth.
I indulge in the salty-sweet taste of him as I suck his dick, and the groans rolling from his mouth egg me on. I suck him off harder, suppressing my gag reflex to take him deep into my throat. After a few minutes of this, he gently tugs me away. “I want to cum inside you,” he murmurs, and flips me over onto my back.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Wesley growls as he slips a hand between my legs, “You want my cock in that sweet pussy of yours?”
My voice comes out in a near whimper. “Yes, Wesley, yes!”
He slides the head of his dick slowly along my slit, teasing me. I arch my back, wordlessly pleading for more, and he slides into me. His cock fills me up, a perfect fit. “It’s like that perfect little pussy was made just for me,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts.
“It’s yours and yours alone,” I gasp as he sinks deeper into my pussy. With every thrust, I can feel the pressure building inside me. He bends down and bites my nipple and I throw my head back, arching up against him and coiling my legs tight around my waist. “Fuck, Wesley, I’m gonna cum!”
He thrusts into me even harder and I spiral over the edge into a bone-shaking orgasm. But Wesley shows no sign of stopping, he continues to pound my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I’m coiling myself around him again, eager for more. “You know, I did promise you I was going to show you what my cock feels like in that gorgeous ass of yours.”
I shiver in excited anticipation. “You did.”
He slides out of me and flips me over on the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he instructs.
I scramble into the requested position. I hear him unzip his travel bag, and when he returns, I feel cool liquid pour over my backside. My squeal of surprise echoes in the room. “Relax, baby, just a little lube,” Wesley trails his fingers through the fluid and he brushes a finger over my asshole, making me jump at the new sensation.
He slips a finger into my ass and I gasp. The sensation is strange and unfamiliar, but I fucking love it. My fingers knot in the sheets and he adds another finger. “You like that, baby?”
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes, Wesley!”
“You want more? Do you want to feel my cock in your ass, Mariah?”
“Yes!” I practically scream.
He positions his cock at my entrance and slides in slowly. A shriek of pleasure escapes me, and I rock backwards against him, pushing him deeper into my ass. He grips my hips hard and begins to really pound me, and I am reeling. The feeling is so different, but it drives me wild, and when he reaches around me to play with my clit, the pleasure inside me builds higher than anything I’ve ever felt before.
It takes no time at all before I cum again, and the orgasm is so intense it’s like every nerve ending in my body explodes like fireworks. My vision blurs, my ears ring, and I nearly collapse beneath him. When I start to come back around, Wesley is still going to town, and while I’m certain I can’t possibly cum again, the pleasure is already building again.
He slaps my ass the way I like and I squeal. “You like this, don’t you? My dirty little wife.”
Breathless, I nod, pushing back against him in a wordless plea for more. He continues to play with my clit with one hand, and reaches his other up to toy with a nipple. I can feel my pussy dripping onto his hand and I’m already building towards another bone-shaking climax.
As I tip over the edge, he thrusts deeper than I thought possible and I can feel the heat of his cum spilling into my ass. This time, my limbs give out beneath me and I sink into the marshmallow-soft mattress, panting hard. Wesley flops down beside me, catching his breath. He pulls me close to him, my back pressed to his chest.
“Well,” I say when I’ve finally caught my breath, “That’s not going to make Shelly a little brother or sister.”
“Hmm, you’re right. Guess we’ll have to keep working at it,” he kisses my bare shoulder, “We’ve got all weekend to get it right.”
I turn over in his arms and kiss him lightly. “We’ve got forever to get it right.”
THE END
My Professor’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2018
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Izzy
"I'm so glad that you decided to hang up your nerd hat for the night and come party," yelled Layla, inches away from my ear.
I had to strain to hear her over the loud techno music blaring from the loud speaker. The speakers seemed alive as they shook with each beat. The room was filled with sweaty bodies pulsing to the rhythm of the music. I
nodded in Layla's direction.
It felt nice to be out of my dark dorm room. I had been holed up for a few days, studying for a math test that I knew was going to be a major part of my overall grade in one of my classes.
Earlier, while my head had been buried deep into my math book with all types of notes scattered all over my desk, Layla had stormed into my room, all huffy. She always had a demanding way about her, but I loved her anyway.
"Where have you been? What are you doing?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
Her normally nearly porcelain white skin was bright red and her breathing was shallow. I could tell that she had been walking fast.
I looked up, almost in a daze.
“I’m studying,” I told her.
"That’s all you ever do. But not tonight. We're going out," she said, grabbing my hand, not waiting for my response.
“Hey. I have class tomorrow. Several, in fact. A math class, with a test. As well as that brand new class starting mid semester, due to them finally finding a professor for it. The Organic Chemistry class…”
I tried to keep protesting, but Layla had a firm grip and was a lot stronger than she looked. Once I realized how insistent she was on making sure I went out with her, I stopped trying to fight.
I’d learned some time ago that it was pointless to try to stop some people from getting what they wanted out of life, and Layla was one of those people. Vivacious, head strong, and always determined to grab life by the horns and make it hers, she was like some force of nature to be reckoned with.
And I didn’t have it in me to do the reckoning. I felt overwhelmed with my college study work load and decided that she was probably right – a break from it all, a fun night out, would probably do me good.
Now, standing there in the middle of the crowd, nursing a long island iced tea that I sipped out of a large, clear glass through a tiny, red straw, I made a face as I sucked in the liquid and cringed. Layla laughed, showing off all of her shiny, straight teeth.