Surprise Daddies (#1-4 Box Set)

by London James

  My orgasm is blinding and intense as it crashes down over me. I bite the side of my hand to keep from crying out as my entire body trembles. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as I come hard for him. I feel my pussy pulsing and constricting around his fingers and tongue as my orgasm flows through me. It’s so intense that my clit soon becomes too sensitive to touch for a moment. Sensing that, Baker gets back to his feet, a smile on his face, my juices glistening under the moonlight in that thick, bushy beard of his like jewels.

  I kiss him, putting every ounce of my love and passion behind it. We kiss and touch for several long moments, making out like crazed teenagers. But then the fires ignite inside of me once more, and I need to feel him inside of me.

  I give him a salacious smile as I slip down off the table. He watches me turn around and bend over the table slightly. I look at him over my shoulder and run the tip of my tongue around my lips suggestively.

  “I need you,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me, Baker. Come here and give me that cock.”

  I know he loves it when I talk dirty, and truth be told, it turns me on too. It’s just one of the many ways we’re so perfectly matched. Baker comes over to me and slides his hands across my ass, then up my back, taking my negligee with it. With the fabric around my waist, he slides his hands down again, growling hungrily as he admires me from behind. He trails his fingertips along the edges of my thigh highs, then grips my ass in his hands, squeezing it tight.

  He steps forward, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening. The fires of lust are burning high and bright within me, and my desire for him has never been greater. I push myself back toward him, encouraging him to fill the void in me. He steps back from me, and when I look at him, he is grinning.

  “Tell me what you want, Isla,” he says quietly.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “I need to feel your cock inside of me. Fuck me, Baker. Fuck my hot little pussy. I want you. I need you. I need you in me now.”

  The look of naked desire on his face makes me even wetter, and when he steps forward again and drives his cock into me deep and hard, I gasp as my eyes grow wide. His hands are on my shoulders, gripping me tightly as he starts to pump his hips in a hard, steady rhythm.

  My heart stutters, and my body quivers as he plunges his cock into my furthest depths. I bite the side of my hand again as he fucks me, trying to keep all of our neighbors from knowing we’re banging like horny idiots on the balcony. It’s hard though. So fucking hard because as he pumps himself into me, he’s hitting me in all the right spots, and I want to scream out because it feels so incredible.

  “Fuck me, Baker,” I gasp. “Yes, use my body. I’m yours, baby. Just fuck me.”

  My words make him stumble with his rhythm for a moment, but he quickly picks it back up, slamming his hard rod into me again and again. I feel myself rising to the crescendo and can’t seem to hold it back. I try to stave it off, wanting to make the sensations last, but with the way he’s pumping his cock into me, with that sort of furious abandon and wild, animalistic need, I can’t stop myself.

  The muscles inside of me clench around his cock, and a loud breath escapes him. I lower my head and bite my hand once more, stifling my cries as I come harder than I think I’ve ever come before. My orgasm is so powerful, it steals my breath and drives me to my knees. I cling to the edge of the table, my entire body shaking, bright bolts of pleasure rocking my body head to toe.

  Baker helps me to my feet, though my legs are still unsteady. I feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs, and I can’t keep the wide, goofy smile off my face. I look at him and shake my head, every inch of my body feeling like it’s been set on fire.

  “Amazing,” I gasp.

  “Yes, you are.”

  Baker picks me up and sets me back on the table. I part my thighs for him again as he kisses me and nips my earlobe. I reach down, and grab hold of his cock, quickly guiding it to my molten core. I want him to feel as good as I do. I want him to come for me, and I want it to be every bit as intense as the orgasm he just gave me.

  “Stick your dick back in me, Baker,” I whisper in his ear. “Fuck me hard and come inside of me. I want you to fill me with that hot come, baby.”

  Needing no other instructions, Baker drives his cock back into me again. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. He draws in a sharp breath, but I can tell he likes that small stab of pain as he fucks me. He kisses me hard and fondles my breasts as he pumps his cock into me wildly. His body is hard and tense, and his jaw is clenched.

  “I love you, baby,” I moan. “So much.”

  He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, kissing and biting on my neck as he plunges his hard dick into me over and over again. Baker stretches me open and fills me up so completely that it drives out all rational thought. All I can feel is my need for him. My desire. My absolute lust and crazed frenzy to have his cock inside of me.

  Baker presses his forehead to mine, our gazes locked firmly together. His pace has slowed, and he’s driving himself even deeper into me. I know he’s about to come and is trying to hold off as long as possible.

  “Come for me, baby,” I say. “I want you to come for me.”

  I reach down and squeeze the base of his cock as I continue saying filthy things into his ear. It has the desired effect. Baker’s body tightens, and his face grows red. The veins in his neck stand out, and then he exhales a long, loud breath. His cock pulses inside of me, and I can feel the rush of that warm, thick come as he fills me up.

  “Isla,” calls softly. “Fuck, baby.”

  Feeling him come inside of me, feeling that rush of hot, sticky seed filling me up, touches off another orgasm. It’s smaller but no less intense. My body shakes, and I bite his shoulder again – leaving yet another set of teeth prints in his flesh – as we ride the waves of our orgasms together.

  We stay joined together like that for long moments, our foreheads pressed together, our gazes locked, and his cock still inside of me. Eventually though, his cock slips out of me, his fluids spilling to the balcony floor along with it.

  Yet, we continue to hold on to one another. As we do, I feel all the bad things from our past slipping away. And all the pieces of the puzzle that make up the picture of Baker and I falling into place. Locking together.

  In that moment, we both seem to realize that nothing defines us but what we decide defines us. Our future is wide open. It’s a blank slate. And together, we are going to paint a canvas that’s filled with nothing but love. Nothing but with hope, and nothing but passion.

  We are going to create a masterpiece.

  Together.

  Epilogue

  Baker

  Eighteen Months Later…

  We traveled the world together up until the doctor’s said Isla couldn’t fly anymore. In those months we had though, we went so many places, saw so many things, and fell even deeper in love. To say it’s been a whirlwind would be an understatement.

  I’ve traveled and have seen different parts of the world before. But, seeing the world through the eyes of somebody like Isla has been – to put it simply – eye-opening. She’s so passionate about life. She’s so passionate about everything.

  As we toured different places, she taught me the history of this or that, and I have to be honest, it deepened my appreciation for all we saw. All we immersed ourselves in. It gave me a whole new perspective on the world around us.

  I’m eager to get back out and travel again once we’re able to.

  I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself, reflecting on the journey that’s brought me to this point. It’s been one hell of a ride, that’s for sure. And as much as some of it sucked, I wouldn’t change a thing, simply because it wouldn’t have brought me to Isla. She’s made everything I’ve ever gone through worth it.

  “I never thought I’d see the day.”

  I look at Walt in the mirror behind me and laugh. “You either?”

/>   “You look great, kid.”

  “Thank you, Walt,” I say, meeting and holding his gaze. “Thank you for everything.”

  In the time we were away, the DOJ finally convicted Osvaldo Zavala, destroying the cartel once and for all. Even though a new group has sprung up to take its place, that’s not our concern anymore. All that matters is that the cartels will no longer be hunting me and Isla. We’re free to live our lives without looking over our shoulders.

  “No, I should be thanking the two of you,” he says.

  “Yeah, we did help you get that promotion, didn’t we?” I ask and grin.

  “Actually, you did,” he says, his tone serious.

  I wave him off. “We didn’t do anything, man,” I scoff. “All we did was survive. You put the work in. You deserve to be the section chief.”

  “My wife loves it,” he laughs. “More regular hours, I’m not on the road anymore –”

  “Wait, and she likes that?”

  “Eat shit,” he says with a laugh.

  We fall silent for a moment and just look at each other. He and I have been through a lot together. We’ve been through war together. Walt is always going to be my brother. My friend. He’s always going to be a part of my life. We are bonded forever.

  Which is why he’s not only Madden’s Godfather but also my best man.

  “I’m happy for you, kid,” he says. “You and Isla – you’re good for each other. Really good for each other. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.”

  “She lights a fire in me, Walt,” I say. “She makes me feel alive. Like really alive.”

  “I can see that,” he says. “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile as much as you do these days. I mean hell, all I have to do is say Isla’s name and – see? That’s what I mean.”

  I try to wipe the smile off my face but can’t quite accomplish the feat. He’s right. Simply hearing her name brings a smile to my face. For me, she is the perfect woman. She’s my match in every single way. She’s brought so much to my life that I can’t even begin to list them all out.

  Suffice it to say, Isla is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and my life. Ever.

  There’s a soft knock at the door, and Jasmine sticks her head in. “I thought you might want to see the little one before the ceremony starts.”

  Jasmine is our live-in nanny. She helps us care for Madden. Initially, we resisted the idea of having a nanny, preferring to raise our little girl on our own. But Isla was getting a little antsy and wanted to start teaching again, so I thought it might be best to have a little bit of help. I’m doing a few different things in my life. I opened my own company in the security field, so that eats up a lot of time as well.

  But we’re still very involved in Madden’s life and spend more hours of the day with her than without. Jasmine is just here to help augment the parenting experience for us. Plus, having her around allows us to sneak off for a little special alone time now and then, which is something I appreciate.

  “I do,” I say. “Thank you, Jasmine.”

  Jasmine brings my little girl in and hands her off to me then slips out of the room quietly. I take her in my arms and hold her close. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss on her forehead and breathe her in. The scent of a baby – my baby – is one of the most intoxicating things ever.

  “You’re good with her,” Walt says and laughs. “I had no idea baby whisperer was one of your many talents.”

  “Good to see I can still surprise you, old man.”

  I dance around the room with Madden in my arms, humming a lullaby to her. She’s not old enough to travel yet, but I am really looking forward to the day she is. I want to see more of the world with Isla and know that our little girl is going to be a lot better off for the experience. Walt looks at me with a crooked grin and shakes his head as I spin around with my little girl.

  “Does Isla know?” he asks.

  “Know what?”

  “How you named your little girl?”

  I shrug. “What? Madden is a beautiful name.”

  “True,” he says. “But, it’s not like you pulled it out of a baby book.”

  “Details, details,” I say, my eyes riveted on the little girl in my arms. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

  “Oh really?”

  The blood freezes in my veins, and I look up. Isla is standing in the doorway, a small smile on her lips and an eyebrow arched in my direction. I glance over at Walt whose face is beet red from trying to hold in the burst of laughter I know he’s dying to let out.

  Isla is absolutely radiant in her wedding gown. There is a lot of satin and lace to it. It’s got short sleeves, a scoop neck, and a flared waistline. She is simply stunning, and it very nearly takes my breath away just to look at her.

  “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding?” Walt asks, his tone filled with amusement.

  “Please,” she huffs. “I’ve seen him naked, and I’ve had his dick in my mouth before. I think we’re well beyond superstitious nonsense at this point.”

  Isla’s words hit the target and have the desired effect – embarrassing Walt. Over time, they’ve gotten past what happened and have grown closer. She’s come to think of him as an uncle, in a way. And as they’ve gotten closer, she’s taken a special delight in making him uncomfortable at every turn. She seems to live to see him squirm.

  And in return, Walt has taken a special interest in ribbing me and making my life a living hell.

  “Now, about the name,” she turns to me.

  “Son of a bitch,” I say to Walt. “You set me up.”

  He shrugs. “Maybe,” he replies. “I can neither confirm, nor deny.”

  “Asshole,” I say and laugh.

  “So tell me,” Isla says. “If you didn’t do the due diligence, hard studying, and careful reflection before coming up with this divinely inspired name, as you claimed, how did you come up with it?”

  My gaze shifts between her and Walt, then back again. Walt finally gives it up and bursts out laughing hysterically. He doubles over, slapping his knees. Isla is giving me an amused little smirk. She’s enjoying this. Maybe a little too much and I wonder how I’m going to be made to pay for it later.

  Slowly, Walt’s laughter dies off, and he straightens up – though, he looks like he’s on the verge of bursting out again. He is definitely enjoying this way too much.

  “I don’t know what you mean, honey,” I tell her with the most innocent expression on my face I can muster.

  “Yeah, bullshit,” she says and turns to Walt. “So tell me, Walt, how did he magically come up with such a beautiful name?”

  The smile on Walt’s face and the twinkle in his eye is too much. I just laugh, shake my head, and continue to dance around the room with my beautiful, perfect, angelic little girl.

  “He named your daughter the same way he named his dog,” Walt crows.

  Isla’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. “You are kidding me.”

  “What?” I ask, giving her a small shrug.

  “You named our baby girl after a football player?”

  “Coach, actually,” Walt corrects her. “John Madden.”

  Isla rolls her eyes and throws her hands up, though she’s laughing when she does it. “You are unbelievable,” she exclaims.

  “Well, that is what you told me last night,” I smirk.

  She’s laughing but looks to be on the verge of throwing whatever it is she’s holding at me, so I hold up my little bundle of joy as a reminder that she can’t. She lowers her hand, but her eyes promise retribution later.

  “You are incorrigible,” she says. “And after this shocking revelation, it may be a while before you get a piece of this again.”

  I look down at the baby who looks up at me with wide, clear eyes. She starts to giggle when I make a silly face at her. And then I catch a whiff of her and realize– she needs a diaper change.

  “Happy now, Walt?” I ask. �
��Not only am I not getting any nookie on my wedding day, now she’s never going to let me help pick out another baby name.”

  “Oh, we’re having more babies?” Isla asks.

  “I was thinking about enough to field our own football team.”

  “You need a new hobby.”

  “I’ve been telling him that for years,” Walt inputs. “Or at least a team that doesn’t suck.”

  I give them both the finger and laugh, unable to tear my eyes away from our little girl. For as long as I can recall, I’ve wanted a family. It was a dream I thought died with Jenny. But life has a very strange way of working out.

  Now, I’ve got the life I’ve always wanted. A life I stopped planning and pining for, but the one I’ve always wanted. I honestly never knew I could be this happy. But to have somebody like Isla, who is so perfect for me, it’s almost like she was built to my custom specifications, to a beautiful little girl, my life can’t possibly be more amazing and incredible.

  And I wake up every single day thankful for it.

  Jasmine comes back into the room and gives me a smile. “Sounds like they’re getting ready out there,” she informs us.

  “Let them,” I say. “It’s not like they can have the wedding without us.”

  Jasmine laughs as he takes Madden from my arms. A sour look crosses her face as she gets a whiff of the diaper. Isla looks over at the younger woman and gives her that eyebrow arch of doom.

  “Did you know how he picked the name for our little girl?” she asks.

  Jasmin shrugs. “Old football coach,” she replies. “Everybody knows that.”

  “She didn’t,” I tell her.

  “It’s like she doesn’t really know you at all, isn’t it?” Jasmine asks and grins.

  “Okay fine,” Isla laughs. “I’m the only idiot not in the know.”

  “Well, now that you put it that way – yeah,” I say and give her a little grin.

  “Well, I should probably go take up my post,” Walt says.

  “Yeah, thanks for lobbing that grenade in here and running,” I reply.