His Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  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 going 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.

  “This week meant something to me,” I said, the pain in my voice obvious.

  He looked up at me apologetically. He clasped my hands in his.

  “You're right. It does mean something. It means that I'm a weak, pitiful old man who allowed his desire for you to get the best of him. And you let your pity for a weak, pitiful old man get the best of you. I shouldn’t have let you. You deserve someone your own age. A much better match for you than I could ever be.”

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tears started streaming from my eyes before I had a chance to stop them.

  “Please don't cry,” he pleaded, moving to wipe away the tears as they fell. I pushed his hand away.

  “I care about you,” I said.

  “I care about you, too,” he replied quickly. “That's why I'm saying this. I don't want to hurt you and I don't want you to be sad. I just want it to be clear that what happened should not have happened. And I’m so sorry, Natalia. It can never happen again.”

  I could feel the tears welling up all over again, but this time, they were accompanied by another feeling: anger. I was angry that something so simple and amazing could be complicated by things like reason and rules.

  I was angry that I had allowed myself to get so wrapped up in what was happening that I never even stopped to consider what would happen once it got good. And, more than anything, I was angry that Bradley was making something so beautiful into something ugly.

  “I know that none of this is easy and so little of it makes sense,” he continued, taking his hands away from mine like they were flames consuming him. “I didn't expect any of this to happen and I hate that I let it go as far as it did. That's why I've decided that I'm going to move out when James, er, your dad gets back into town. That way, it won't happen again. It's for the best, Natalia. I hope that you believe me.”

  My anger quickly escalated into rage as his words sunk in.

  “So, I don't get a say in any of this?” I screeched, shaking I was so mad. “You just get to make all of the decisions here without even considering how I might feel or what I might want?”

  I pounded the table, emphasizing my last words, waiting for his rebuttal. But, no rebuttal came. He just leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, looking off in the distance. I tried to catch his gaze, to look into his eyes, and see if that was how he was really feeling, but he didn't give me the chance. It was almost like he was refusing to make eye contact with me.

  “Fine,” I said, pushing away from the table. I walked as quickly as I could to my bedroom and walked into my closet. I rummaged around until I found my tennis shoes. It had been such a long time since I had run.

  I first discovered my love for running when my mom put me in track at the beginning of my Freshman year in high school. She said that she thought that it would help me to run off some of the nervous energy that I had.

  And she was right. Despite my initial protests against running, I quickly learned that running helped me to put everything that might have been worrying me behind me. Each step was refreshing, like I was running toward and bright and shining future and leaving anything negative behind me.

  Considering what my day had started like, I figured that today was a great day for me to get back into running.

  As I ran, I tried to think of a plan, something that I could do to try to change things. Even though the shower plan had gone tragically wrong, I held out a faint hope that things might turn around if only I did or said the right thing.

  I tried to think of something seductive that I could say, something that would put his hairs on end and make him lose all control of his senses. I was desperate for some sort of solution to stop him from wanting to leave.

  Suddenly, I halted my gait. At that moment, I realized something that I should have realized from the very beginning: it didn't matter what I did or said. Bradley was very confident in his decision. I knew that I would love to see where things went and that I was boiling with the urge to keep pushing. I didn't want to give up so easily.

  But, at the same time, I knew that his mind was made up. And that I would only be frustrating myself and probably Bradley in the process if I just didn't come to terms with the way that things were. He was convinced that the best thing to do was for him to leave. So, there was no sense in my trying to stop him.

  I couldn't force someone to be with me who didn't want to be.

  And that was just the thing: I was sure that, deep down, Bradley really wanted to be with me. I could see the way that he was fighting not to get turned on this morning, but couldn't help himself. But, I also knew that he was a man of honor and lived by a certain code and his being with me had made him violate that code. It was tearing him up inside.

  I started back running toward the house, feeling my heart breaking with each step. It was the first time that I had run and it seemed to pull me deeper into sadness rather than taking it away.

  When I got back to the house, I didn't see Bradley anywhere. At the same time, I wasn't exactly looking for him. I decided that I would do my best to avoid him until he left. It would be easier not to have a constant reminder of my sadness.

  Chapter 29

  Natalia

  A couple of days later, my dad came back home. I heard his loud voice booming from the front door before I saw him.

  “Natalia, I'm home!” he called out.

  Hearing his voice made me realize how much I had missed him. I ran to the door and jumped up into his arms, hugging and kissing him.

  “I'm so glad to see you, Dad,” I said, nestling my head into his chest. “How was your trip?”

  He sighed, and looked up from our hug to cast his gaze around the house.

  “It was just like any other trip, I suppose,” he said, sounding tired. “I'm just glad to be back home for a while. How was everything here? Good, I hope?”

  I tried not to think about everything that had happened and tried even harder to plaster a fake smile on my face for my dad's sake.

  “It went fine,” I said.

  “Good,” he said, nodding his head. “Was Bradley helpful?”

  I should have expected that he was going to ask about him, but it didn't stop me from wincing at the sound of his name. I knew I would have to figure out a way to hide any reaction I might have to news about him.

  “Yes, he was great,” I said. “He helped
me get my car going again.”

  I could feel my dad's eyes carefully searching my face.

  “Good,” he said, once he was satisfied with my response. “Where is he? I should say hello.”

  He called after him and I knew that that was my cue to make my exit.

  “Okay, well, it's good to see you home,” I said, walking toward my bedroom.

  Bradley walked out his room as I was passing him. We had this moment of awkward silence as we stood there staring at each other. I gulped. He blinked. Quickly, I walked around him, keeping my head down until I got to my room.

  I wanted to talk to my dad some more, but I decided that I would spend my night in my room so that I wouldn't have to risk running into Bradley again. I wasn't exactly sure how long I could go avoiding him, but for now, until my heart could heal a little bit, I would have to do whatever it took to make sure that I didn't run into him, especially in front of my dad. My dad was very observant and it wouldn't take him very long to start asking some very hard questions that I wouldn't have answers to.

  But, all I wanted was for Bradley to stay in the house so that I could see him every day. Even though we hadn't talked for several days, simply knowing that he was in the house was enough to give me a glimmer of hope that things might turn around for the better. I went to sleep that night with thoughts that maybe things wouldn't turn out as bad as I thought.

  I woke up and made a big breakfast, partially to welcome my dad back, but also in an effort to call a truce between Bradley and me. We needed to smooth things over.

  I knew that there was no way that we could talk about anything in front of my dad. But I hoped that maybe by me cooking breakfast for him too that he would understand I had no hard feelings, and anything negative that had happened between us didn't leave a bad taste in my mouth.

  I found the same pancake recipe that I had found before and got to work making the pancakes.