BABY DADDY (8 page)

“You were saying?”

Words desert me.

I stare. I can only stare. At his big, hard cock.

That jutting piece of badass-looking masculine perfection is the source of my future joy, my life-extension.

That will give me my precious baby. And it’s clearly eager and ready to grant me my fondest wish now.

I feel my core clench with such gut-gnawing need.

My soul blossoms with long-forgotten hopes.

I open my legs for him.

Where did she come from?

I was minding my own business quietly here in the island and the last thing I needed was a woman intruding into my quiet, uncomplicated little world.

Not just a woman. A mere woman, I can handle. Throw me a dozen and I can take them all at once. But THIS woman…

Fuck, I don’t know.

All I know is that I’ll die if I don’t come inside her soon.

I’m dripping, shaking, panting.

My heart is about to burst out of my chest, my lungs, about to collapse with my intense need to be joined with her and lose myself in her. Have I ever felt like this before? I can’t remember. Not even in my horniest days.

I crawl between her legs and release the strings of her bikini bottom, peeling away the last scrap of barrier between us.

If this is the last view I’d have on earth, I would gladly die with it.

Perfect, just like the rest of her.

Pussy so lush I can think of nothing but coming and coming coming. How would it feel to shoot my everything into this piece of heaven?

My balls contract achingly at the thought and I spare a few seconds to taste her, inhale her most intimate secrets.

My head spins like a twister as her heady aroma and intoxicating taste assault my senses at the same time.

Sweet mother of pussies, thank you for this. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I lap her up, her abundant juices collecting in my tongue and I swallow her cream. Sweet! So fucking sweet I’m already addicted.

I open her plump lips wider with my fingers and suck her fat, little clit. I hear my name on her lips, chanting it. I swear to devote more time later into making her do that, chant my name in delirious pleasure.

I feel my balls clench painfully now and I know I can’t last much longer. I’m dripping on the sheets.

I reach out onto the side table for a rubber, tearing the packet with my teeth, hating the necessary interruption to my pleasure.

“No!” she cries out and knocks the condom from my fingers.

Surprised, I meet her eyes.

“I’m clean. I swear to you I’m very, very clean,” she utters with a hint of desperation and fuck, even if she was not, I’d probably take the risk, because my breathing right now is tied up with my acute need to be one with her, to be buried so deeply inside her.

She comes at me like a tigress in heat, her arms and legs wrapping tightly around me, her lips, hungry as they seek mine. Her tongue enters my mouth, stealing my breath.

“I want you, want you, want you, want you! All of you!”

My steely cock is nestled against her plump folds and she’s grinding up against me frenziedly.

“Fuck me! Fuck me so deep and hard, Raiden! Give me your cum. Please!”

Her raw, carnal words and the feel of her hot wetness coating my shaft are my total undoing.

I lift my hips and guide my cock into her waiting portal.

I drive in with a mighty thrust.

The shock of hot, incredibly tight flesh closing around me tears a guttural moan from my throat.

Sweet. Mother. Of. Fuck!

Her sharp cry has not escaped me. Despite my raw need clamoring for satisfaction, I can’t neglect her well-being. I lift myself and look in her eyes. “Baby, are you alright?”

She nods eagerly, her eyes gleaming with inner light. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, yes!”

“You’re so tight. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Fuck, I don’t remember ever being into this kind of tightness.

She shakes her head with vehemence. “No! No, not at all. Please, I need more! I want more!”

I release a combination of a laugh and a groan. This woman is really something. But her wish is my fucking command.

I’m almost there anyway. Shit, I hope I can last long enough to make her come.

I kneel on the bed and crouch above her, hooking her legs on top of my upper thighs. I rub her clit as I begin drilling her.

The view is fucking unbelievable.

Dark blond hair spread wildly on the white sheets, beautiful face flushed with desire, big, fat boobs swaying to the impact of my thrusts, pussy so wet and tight grinding me towards the point of inevitable.

“Baby, Ella…god, you feel so fucking good…!”

My lust overtakes my self-control. I hug her and drive into her with all my rampaging need.

She clings to me and moves with me.

I take her in that angle where my shaft directly hits her G and I fuck her with the violence of my approaching orgasm.

I feel her nails biting onto my ass as she meets my thrusts.

“Come inside me. I want you to come inside me. Please, Raiden. Please…! I want a baby!”

She shudders and then stiffens under me, arching her back, crying out incoherently.

I let myself feel the impact of her orgasm around my cock for a few seconds then I pull out with a hoarse groan, pumping my shaft in my fist, showering my ecstasy all over her pussy.

I slump above her, drained of all strength. My brain zones out and I fly and float among celestial bodies for I don’t know.

Then I suddenly hear her frantic voice in my head.

I want a baby!

A baby...

Baby?!

I raise myself from her and kneel between her legs.

I stare at her sprawled limply before me, her bountiful beauty spent, my abundant cum glistening on her nether lips, on her lush belly.

Her hand moves to touch her groin, then brings it back up and stares at it— at my semen coating her fingers.

Only then do I see the tears in her eyes.

“One sperm is all I need,” she says softly, her voice cracking.

Our eyes meet.

I finally see her real intention.

The woman wants a baby.

And I’m her choice for her Baby Daddy.

“The ffffuck!!!”

I jump from the bed.

FIVE

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25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS

On her constant battle with her weight:

"I know I’ll never be as fashionably thin as Twiggy so I created my clothing label

called I Don’t Give A Stellar Shit. I can wear it all the time, rain or shine,

take it or fucking leave it.”

Stella Rhodes

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“WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL WAS THAT?!”

Gone is my gallant Lancelot. In place now is Morgan le Fay masquerading as a hot stud. He’s looking at me like I stole his entire inheritance and donated it to charity.

Well, what did you expect, sperm thief?

I can’t talk to him naked.

I haul myself up from the bed and button up the shirt he’s lent me. My muscles protest as I stand up but I endure it. I pick up my bikini bottom and top somewhere on the floor.

“Can I use the bathroom first before you rain your shit on me?” I ask him caustically.

He doesn’t answer. His jaw is set in a furious line, his eyes, blazing, his hands, clenching and unclenching at his sides.

I enter the bathroom. I lean on the door and close my eyes tightly.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

I got laid minus the fertilization. There’s only a week of fertile period in a month and I’m regular like clockwork and we’re smack dab in the middle of my breeding season. My Baby Dada is very pissed off right now and looks like I won’t be getting any encore soon.

I sigh and wash my face. I try to ignore the abject disappointment in my heart. That moment when he pulled out of me, it felt like he ripped my hopes and dreams to pieces.

He sure showered his
cumfetti
all over me, pun intended. Only, there’s no reason to celebrate.

I right my clothing and come out of the bathroom.

He’s wearing his board shorts again and a dark scowl that could wilt Titanium.

He’s not talking but I know he’s waiting for my explanation.

I’m not a person who’s fond of explaining myself. People follow my orders almost without question. They’re paid to do so. But I’m not in my turf and this man is not my employee. I do owe him an explanation.

“I’m sorry…” I begin.

“So, that was the reason you came to me at the bar? You wanted a baby?”

I nod and stare at the floor. I hear him curse again.

So much for Mr. Clean.

Oh god, this is worse than a walk of shame. I just gave away my V-card and the man is as mad as a hornet at me he probably doesn’t even realize it.

“Did it ever occur to you that what you were doing was wrong, Ella? Very wrong.”

I nod again, fresh waves of humiliation washing over me. I feel like I’m a misbehaving ten-year old and he’s my mother reprimanding me. “I didn’t mean for you to know.”

He stands up abruptly, nearly knocking the chair he was sitting on. “You mean to tell me, if you did get pregnant, you won’t even inform me I’ve fathered a child?!”

I cringe. It sounds so low now that he’s saying it.

“Jesus, what are you?!”

I’m a heel.

I can’t stand his censure.
Suddenly, I feel so cheap. Even cheaper than the bootlegs at the side walks. What a mighty fall because I sell designers at Saks.
“Look, I deeply apologize. I’m really, really sorry. It was wrong. Very wrong. But I didn’t succeed, so please don’t be too mad, Raiden.”

He laughs mockingly. “Mad? You have no fucking idea.”

I raise my chin. “Well, you did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

He flushes even more, as if I’ve insulted him further.

I want to forget my big name right now. This didn’t happen to Stella Rhodes, ballbreaker extraordinaire. “I’m going. Thank you for the wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it.”

I head for the door.

I can’t wait to get away from him.

Definitely, Baby Dada no more.

“Ella!”

I don’t stop and quicken my stride.

“Ella, will you stop!”

“Leave me alone, Raiden.”

He catches up with me and blocks my way. It’s already near midnight and the beach is almost deserted aside from couples having a night cap on the loungers nearby. The moon is still up but it’s casting somber rays on me now.

“What else do you want me to say, Raiden? I already said I’m sorry. Do you want me to kneel in front of you?”

He runs his palms on his head and holds it there, then he drops his arms at his sides, creating a slapping sound. “Why didn’t you just go to a sperm bank?”

I really don’t want to answer him. It’s like opening a door to my psyche and I’m not feeling expressive anymore. He slammed my rarely open doors shut with his furious rejection.

But for the life of me, I open one door again.

“I want to know how my baby will possibly look like.”

He looks at me blankly.

“You can’t get a glimpse of probability except for race in a sperm taken from a bank. If I’m going to have a baby this late in my life, I might as well choose the genes. Good-looking genes!” I gesture towards him widely with my arms.

“What about artificial insemination? Don’t you have friends back home you can ask to father your kid?”

“I don’t want that route and my reasons are personal.”

He crosses his arms on his chest. “Since you attempted to steal my sperm, I have the right to know your personal reasons now, do I?”

I cringe. ‘Sperm thief’ sounds so sleazy coming from his lips.

I sigh. “I’m thirty-seven—“

“Thirty-seven?!” He looks at me incredulously.

My hackles rise. “Don’t even attempt to joke about my age! Not now!” I warn him.

“I wasn’t about to.”

“Then don’t make a habit of repeating a woman’s age like you discovered who really killed Kennedy when you know she’s having a crisis with it!”

“Hey, I wasn’t…I just thought you were younger. Like twenty-eight. Or less.”

I roll my eyes. Queen of Eye-roll is definitely back. “Liar.”

“It’s true. You don’t look your age at all.”

That reduced my heartache a tad but I know it’s not enough to make him agree to be my Baby Dada now under my terms. And I have a lot of terms now that he’s aware of my intention. “Okay. So, what now?”