BABY DADDY (13 page)

Yeah. Simply stellar.

His tongue… so wickedly talented.

His taste… simply intoxicating.

I want more. More. More!

I find myself floating and I vaguely realize he’s carrying me. He doesn’t stop ravishing my lips as he walks. So strong. So capable.

So mine!

I’ll let myself believe that now. I’ll claim him as mine alone today. Just for today.

I feel my back touching something soft. He’s laying me on a bed of sorts but he doesn’t stop kissing me and I couldn’t stop kissing him.

Right now, I don’t care about the outside world. I just care that I’m here and he’s here, making me feel so desirable.

He settles himself between my legs and rubs our fronts together. I feel his hardness, his readiness. And lowd am I ready!

More heat explode in my lower belly. My sex feels swollen and pulsing with exquisite ache only he could assuage.

“I want you, baby,” he rasps and he begins a rhythmic grinding against my mound.

Why is it that I don’t cringe when he calls me ‘baby’? Age-wise, it’s so weird, but while he’s gazing down at me with such hunger in his eyes and moving against me with undeniable arousal, I feel like a girl blossoming under the heat of his passion. ‘Baby’ sounds so hot. So dirty sexy!

I feel his hand creeping under my dress, caressing my leg, squeezing. The other cups my breast.

I moan and lift my torso.

“I’ve been thinking about you every hour, every minute I could hardly function. I’m so hard I don’t think I can last long, baby.”

I feel myself literally gush down there in eager anticipation. It’s like my muff is hot-wired to his equipment and they’re in sync in this throbbing countdown to completion.

“I think I’ll go mad if I’m not inside you in five seconds.”

You can say that again!
“Hurry!” I urge him.

He moans and laughs and fumbles with his fly and then my panties. He’s good at this, so smooth and suave with his movements, like he’s divested women of their undies a million times.

Don’t think about that. He’s yours today. Just yours.

Our clothes are still in place. There’s something so wickedly sexy about being fully clothed except where it’s necessary to be bare.

I feel our naked skin make contact in those parts.

We moan in unison.

Without even looking down, I feel how big he is, how hard. And I know it’s all for me. Just for me.

Like the artist that he is, he paints his passion on my wet canvas. Linear, circular, crosswise.

Heat spreads like wildfire all the way to my extremities.

“Raiden, please!”

“Oh yes, baby. Here…”

He seeks entrance into my body and finds it immediately.

He hesitates. “You ready?”

The concern in his voice warms my heart, even as my body is already blazing.

I frame his face with my palms. “Take me.”

He does and I watch him as he embeds his length all the way inside me, claiming every space in me, filling all of me, staking his territory. He takes total dominance of my body and the control freak inside me not only shut up but got out of the way and is nowhere to be found.

I’m in another place where there are no rules, just freedom, of my mind, my body and my soul. Where everything is possible. Where everything I dream of will come true.

I’m an open field now, fertile and ready for planting. I want his seed. I need it like the soil needs water, like the plants need sunshine.

His eyes are twin orbs of burning passion as they lock with mine. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Ella? How awesome you feel. I want to stay inside you forever. My Ella,” he breathes those words like a sacred prayer.

The naked honesty in his eyes is my detonator. Something inside me blows up like a lid just as he starts moving, sliding in and out of me slowly.

I turn wild.

My hands slide into his pants, grabbing his ass, my fingers sinking onto his firm flesh. He hooks his powerful arms under my knees and brings my legs up, deepening his penetration.

I try to maintain visual contact as I love looking at his face awash with desire, but it’s too much.

He pounds into me now, his pelvis slamming hard against me and my inner muscles cling to his shaft, clenching in tandem with his every pull. The sensations are unbelievable. I never thought a man could actually please me like this as I’ve been taking pleasure from my little gadgets but boy, Bob has got nothing on this big live cock rocking my mind and body towards cataclysmic ecstasy.

But it’s not just his beautiful cock that’s making me all wild. It’s his kisses, his taste, his warmth, his near perfect body, his smiles, the way he looks at me…Oh God, the way he looks at me….

The exquisite pressure of need churning inside me becomes almost unbearable. I close my eyes and cling to him tighter, squeezing him with all my longing from inside out.

His lips claim mine again and he rams me harder, going deeper…and deeper still…

I could get used to this.
Going commando inside a woman’s body. Totally naked. Unprotected. Vulnerable.

But I know I’m safe. She’s clean. I’m the first man to get in here. I vow that I will be the last.

She feels incredible. I’m picking up all the sensations, her liquid heat wrapped around me, making my journey to heaven slick and easy. Her sheer snugness beats my fist, which has been my lonely companion the past months as I tried to rediscover myself through sexual abstinence.

I’m a prisoner and slave of my burning need to be one with her but I feel free. So free to move the way I want to, so ready to lose it all into her depths.

I feel myself swell even more at the thought of shooting my seed inside her.

She wants my baby.

She wants it so bad she’s deliriously writhing under me, begging me to go faster and deeper and not to ever stop.

And I want her so bad. So bad I want to see her body grow ripe with my first child.

My balls tighten, ready to go.

I crouch above her and trace the edges of her tight opening surrounding my hardness. I hiss a breath as cream collects on my fingers. She’s so unbelievably wet. I want this every day of my life.

“Open your eyes, baby...” I manage to say amid the crazy pounding of my heart.

She opens her eyes and stares at me dazedly. I flick on her clit. She cries out my name, her nails digging on my ass cheeks.

“Look at me, Ella.”

She tries to focus on me as I flick on her pleasure trigger relentlessly.

“I’m going to come inside you. Make you pregnant. You want that, baby?”

I feel her clench around me greedily, possessively. “Yes, please. Please, Raiden!”

“Then come for me, baby. I want you to come around me, squeeze the cum out of me.”

She lifts her head and fuse her lips with mine, her tongue driving in. “Come inside me. Make me pregnant. Make me pregnant!” she says urgently in between kisses.

I pinch her clit. She shudders and goes rigid in my arms.

I hug her tight and ride her hard, gunning for the summit, reaching the edge.

I blindly hurl myself into the void.

It’s the most liberating feeling.

To be naked and free.

Inside her.

Inside her.

Inside her.

I see painted glass above us.
Magnificent stained glass soaring to the sky.

My eyes move around slowly. Tall arched windows surround us, bringing in the soft breeze and the beauty of the trees outside.

I hear birds chirping.

“Raiden, where are we?”

He moans in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin, raising goose bumps. “We’re in a mausoleum.”

“Mausoleum. Like a…tomb…?”

“Uh-huh.”

I freak out and slap his back. “We had sex in a freakin’ tomb?!”

He lazily raises himself on his arms and peers at me. He grins like a naughty boy. “That was a blast.”

“Oh my god, get off of me! I can’t believe you brought me here!”

He slowly disentangles himself from me. I avoid looking at his body as he plops beside me on what appears to me now as a wide divan. The mausoleum is huge and is designed as a lounging area, not a resting place for the dead, at all.

I pull my sundress down my legs and try to sit up, scandalized now at my behavior. The moment he touched me, I ceased to care about our surroundings. What if someone saw us? Security people? Island staff? Caretakers? Oh my god!

He drags me back to lie down beside him. “Stay down for a few minutes. It will help my sperm cells swim faster towards your uterus.”

I turn to him in shock. “What…?”

“If you’re fertile right now, your egg will meet one of my millions of clones today and boom, we have baby.” He winks at me.

I stare at him. There’s a missing link somewhere in this weird conversation. No, not the baby-making, but him talking about the baby like he’s going to raise it.

I want a baby. ‘I’ Not ‘we.’ I already told him my position in the matter. He doesn’t seem to get it.

Panic surges inside me and I try to sit up again. He raises one leg and rests it over my lower body to keep me in place. His arm snakes around my middle and I’m trapped.

“Raiden—“

“Shhh. Relax.”

“But—“

“You want my baby.”

“Yes, but—“

“Then you’re getting it.”

“But this is not how I wanted it to happen!”

“Well, you were unsuccessful in stealing my sperm. But it’s yours now. For as long as you want.”

“Raiden…”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Oh god, what are you doing?!”

“Nothing. Just asking.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“I just arrived like the Messiah’s second coming. Millions of my genes are swimming inside you right now, racing towards your precious egg. Does that sound like a joke to you?”

I cover my face with my palms and groan. Then I giggle. I couldn’t help myself. “Second coming…!” My giggles turn into a fit of laughter that shakes my entire body.

“What, it’s true. It was my second coming with you.”

I look at him. He can really tell a joke with a straight face.

I laugh harder and slap his stomach. “Shut up!”

When I’ve calmed down, I sigh. Lowd, what am I supposed to do now? Baby Dada is now willing to donate millions of his sperm to my Baby-making Foundation. How awesome is that? I can continue my project now at full blast, no pun intended.

But I just want a baby.

Not Baby Dada to want the baby, too.

The baby is mine. Mine alone.

This is a disaster waiting to happen.

But I can’t help the hope blooming inside me. I pull my legs closer, clenching my pelvic muscles, willing his seed to take root in my womb now.
God, please…

“I’ve never done this before,” he confesses.

“Me too,” I reply pensively.

“Is this your fertile week?”

I nod.

He grins. “Then we should do this six times a day.”

I make a face at him. He cups my muff and gives it a squeeze. “I’m addicted to this already. I can’t wait to come inside you again.”

When he says things like that, what woman can say no? Certainly not me. But I’m suddenly so afraid. Am I doing the right thing? Fully involving him in this? It’s not part of my plan at all. This is not even my Plan D!

“What changed your mind?” I have to know.

He takes my hand and squeezes it. “You.”

I swallow. “Me?”

“You got me. Hard.” He puts my palm on top of his heart. “Here.”

I pretend to scoff. I roll my eyes even if my heart is beating on double time. “Come on! ”

“What do you girls call it in romance books?” he asks, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Insta-love. Readers hate those plots."

“Why?”

“Because it’s unbelievable, far-fetched and impossible.”

“You don’t believe in love at first sight?”

I snort. “And you believe in it?”

“I only believe what I feel. I trust my heart. My instinct.”

“Will you stop that? We don’t need that nonsense to make a baby. And Raiden…?”

“Yes?”

“Let me tell you again to be clear. I just want a baby. Not a Baby Dada wanting it, too.”

His smile fades. “Why not?”

I try to sit up and he lets me this time. He sits up, too. He tucks himself in his pants and zips up. I look for my panties.

He hands it to me. I put it back on.

“So?” he demands, sitting beside me now.

I turn to face him. “It’s not in my plan. And my plan stands.”