Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Getting into pretty much the same position she was in when I fucked her pussy, Anne started working my big, hard cock in and out of her tight, young ass. I reached around and grabber her ass cheeks firmly with both hands, guiding her gently up and down along my shaft, Anne gasping and moaning loudly as I did so.

  She lowered herself down even farther, continuing to rock on my cock and kissed me passionately. I returned her affections, feeing what seemed as if could be real love blooming. I knew that sounded fucking cheesy, though, so I wasn’t about to say it out loud. I couldn’t believe I had even thought it.

  “Cum in me,” she said, out of the blue.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, please, cum in me. I want to feel you fill me up like you do in my mouth.”

  I figured it couldn't hurt, so we kept going until we both came. I went first, unloading a torrent of hot, thick cum into her sweet asshole. Anne wasn't very far behind, shaking and wailing with the sheer joy of it all until she collapsed next to me on the bed. Before long, she was out cold.

  Gently easing myself out of her, I went to wash off in the bathroom, returning a short time later in case she had another night terror. Having brought a warm cloth with me, I gently wiped her down, paying particular attention to her pussy and her asshole. Putting the cloth aside, I gently spread her pussy lips, just admiring it's tiny beauty.

  “Not right now, okay?” Anne said, coming to.

  “What was that, honey?” I asked, snapping to attention.

  “I want to fuck again. I just can't right now, okay? I feel good but it might hurt if we tried.”

  “I understand. I was just looking. I wasn’t going to touch.”

  She laughed.

  “Later though. I love the way you make me feel.”

  “Ditto,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

  “If I stay longer, we could fuck more.”

  I had never really considered how long she might be staying. I was honestly more concerned about her recovery and thought she should stay as long as she needed to. The mountain had certainly helped me, and I figured it could help her, too.

  I also really want her to stay. So much so that it actually surprised me. After so long of deliberately isolating myself, I still had a connection with Anne.

  “You can stay as long as you want,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Of course. I quite like having you around, and not just for the obvious reasons.”

  “Oh!” she said, blushing.

  I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her, Anne returning my embrace, which soon turned into a fairly lengthy make-out session. It wasn't until both of our stomachs started grumbling in protest that we managed to pry ourselves away from each other.

  Getting my pants back on, I left her to rest, leaving the door open so that I could hear her if there was any trouble, and went into the kitchen to start breakfast, bringing the tray with me.

  I lit the stove and made a full English fry up. Anne really seemed to like the smell of the bacon and sausage as they sizzled away in the pan. So she did eat meat after all. At least pork products, at any rate. I made a mental note.

  I was in the middle of the fry up when my phone started reading. Running into the bedroom as fast as I could to get my phone out of my pants pocket where I had left it, I answered while returning to the stove, not wanting to leave the pans too long.

  “Hello?” I asked, retrieving my flipper and turning my attention back to the food on the stove.

  “Hey,” Pat said.

  “What's up?”

  “I got you out of the conference. I know what you're like when there is an emergency or whatever, so I got someone to cover for you. I was being rather selfish before, and I apologize.”

  “Wow, thanks, friend!” I told him. “I appreciate that.”

  “No problem. But I need you to do something for me, though.”

  “Name it,” I said, flipping the flapjacks.

  “You have to promise, on your mother's grave kind of promise, to speak at the next conference, which is booked or a month's time. I told the amputee patients that we’ll reschedule, and they’re anxiously awaiting to hear from you.”

  “I – I can't promise that. I mean, I think I can, but I have a lot that I'm doing.”

  “Building a deck?” Pat asked.

  “Among other things,” I said, glancing over at Anne.

  “Like what?”

  “My friend is having a hard time of it. I really need to take care of her right now.”

  “What kind of hard time?” Pat asked, turning serious.

  “Night terrors,” I said, knowing that would get his attention.

  “What's her name?” Pat asked, softening considerably.

  “Well, her name is Anne. She was my physical therapist for the last little while. It's become a bit more than that recently. She had something really bad happen and decided to take me up on my standing invitation to come up the mountain. I am doing my best to help her cope. Just like you taught me.”

  “I'll let you off the hook this once. But it is important that you come to the next one and speak to the people who have lost limbs or might be losing them soon. The suicide rate is going up like crazy. It's getting pretty desperate to try and do outreach, let them know that their life isn't over. You're an inspiration, man.”

  I felt a sudden pang of guilt and wonders if I was making the right decision. There were so many people who needed me. I was beginning to feel like I was being pulled in all directions.

  “Something smells good.”

  I looked to see Anne come into the kitchen and sit at the table. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her neck, and she wore nothing but an over-sized pair of my sweatpants. Her sweet tits were on full display.

  As I told Pat goodbye and hung up with him, my heart was so full of warmth and love that I knew I had made the right decision.

  Chapter Twelve - Anne

  I had never actually seen a full English breakfast before, though I had heard tell of the legends. It really was an epic spread. On the other hand, I was really hungry, so it worked out.

  At first, I was a bit embarrassed about eating so much, but he had also made that much, so I didn't have to feel too bad. Letting go on my inhibitions, I started to pig out, eating everything that was put in front of me.

  “I wasn't sure if you ate meat,” Sawyer said, putting two more sausages on my plate.

  “Oh, yeah, I was vegan for a while to be trendy in college. Had to give it up after I fainted in class, though. I mostly try to stick to fish but will eat pork on occasion.”

  “Makes sense,” I said, putting more jam onto the princely pile of pancakes on my plate, “I tend to eat what I want. Still rebelling for having to have my diet controlled while at the rehabilitation center.”

  “Rehabilitation center?”

  “After the accident. While I was still freshly sewn up, before I got Murphy.”

  “Murphy?”

  “My nickname for my prosthetic. It is from the original Robocop. I don’t normally tell people, since it’s so fucking silly. But I’ll tell you. Anyway, they stuck me in there to heal more before I was allowed back into the civilian population. Too much of a risk of infection and just grossing people out. I was considered fully healed before you ever saw me.”

  “Really?” I asked, trying to follow along with what he was saying.

  My attention – not to mention my heart – had seemed to stop when he said that he was telling me something private, that he didn’t tell other people.

  Is this love? I wondered. Then I immediately thought, don’t be silly. It can’t happen this soon. He’s only divulging the name of his prosthetic. He’s not proposing marriage.

  Still, I knew it meant something special. I had worked with him in physical therapy for so long and he had never mentioned that he had given it a name. Only now did he feel comfortable opening up to me about it.

  “I know, right?
That was when I had the night terrors the first time. I also woke up screaming in pain. Having a massive amount of nerves severed at once will do that to you. The rehab center mostly had older people and I had to get used to walking with one of their prosthetics so that I could go and design mine.”

  I could tell that he wasn't used to taking about it. I wondered how many other people had heard the story in its entirety. Probably not very many. I felt really special that he trusted me enough to open up.

  I had nearly forgotten how close we were getting when we were still doing Physical Therapy. Something that had only been growing since we were reunited. The sex had started out from spur of the moment desperation, but I really did love it. And for the second time in short succession, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I really did love him, too.

  “I've felt pretty despondent since – since Dad died. Fuck, I still can't even really say it,” I said, trying not to cry, “made me question my life choices.”

  “Death can do that,” Sawyer said, stroking my hand.

  “I got so sick of the City. Or at least being there all the time. I really needed a change of scenery. It might be a bit extreme, but it looks like I got my wish. It sounds stupid but I really don't want to go back to my old life. It was fine when I was there, but I really want to look for a higher calling.”

  I started to think about my job. I had put in for some time off, but I’d have to let them know at some point when I was planning to return, and I hadn’t really figured that part out yet. I knew they wouldn’t keep it open for me forever, but I was glad it was pretty flexible.

  “Well, it is really great how you are trying to make the best out of a bad situation. You already seem to be doing better,” he said.

  “Except for the screaming and thrashing every time I wake up.”

  “Of course there is that but you are also taking constructive steps. Coming up here for a start. I really understand your logic for wanting to come to the mountain. It was somewhat similar to what I was thinking when I bought the place.”

  “To think we met more or less by coincidence,” I said.

  “Thank goodness for happy accidents,” Sawyer said, leaning in for a kiss.

  “Seconded,” I said, diving into the passionate kiss, our tongues thrashing wildly in each other's mouths.

  Sweeping away the breakfast stuff, Sawyer hoisted me up on the table and started gently sucking my tits. He was really good at it, actually making me moan. I wasn't close to coming but he was getting me really warmed up.

  Moving down towards my pussy, I lay back on the table, stripping off the sweats and tossing them across the room, and opened my legs wide in welcome. I was shocked and thrilled at how delicately he licked me.

  I could feel that he wanted to buy his face into his pussy and devour me but was holding back, waiting I was ready. I ran my fingers through his hair and moan as he softly pleasured my pussy. I had liked it when he'd fucked me had but there was also something to be said for taking it slow.

  I screamed and trembled as I came, Sawyer licking my pussy in hard circles, two fingers deep inside me. Turning his licks to kisses, he worked his way back up my body, ending up back at my mouth, kissing me tenderly, his fingers still deep inside me. I reached down and squeezed his cock, which was hard as steel in his pants.

  “I wonder what we can do with this,” I said, playfully.

  “Let's see,” Sawyer said, dropping his pants.

  I gasped and then hummed contentedly as Sawyer stroked the head of his cock against my pussy lips, giving me lots of warning before pushing in. It was something that I honestly appreciated, a cock like his not being something that one comes across every day.

  I took a breath in and let it out as he pushed all the way inside me, putting my legs up over his elbows so he could get in really deep, making me feel every inch as he eased his way in, the walls of my pussy hugging his cock in joyful welcome.

  It was my first time trying kegels, which I had read an article about back in college. I seemed to be doing pretty well by the way Sawyer started to moan as he pumped my sore but happy pussy, working up to a steady moderate rhythm we could both enjoy.

  I could feel him starting to cum, recognizing the way he tensed as we was getting ready to unload. He let me cum first, holding on just in time for Sawyer to pull out and deliver his load into my eager mouth, keeping his fingers on my clit as he did so, rubbing it so that I could keep having my orgasms as he had his.

  Letting me suck his fingers clean, Sawyer gently turned me onto my side and bent my knees up to my chest. Without a word, he sat back on his chair like he had done during breakfast, eating out my asshole instead. It was hard not to scream as he did so, the preparation for anal itself causing massive amounts of pleasure.

  When I was relaxed and ready, Sawyer pressed the head of his cock, which was still hard somehow, and, with one hand on his cock and the other gently squeezing my nearest ass cheek, I eased inside me. I still wasn't used to being filled up so completely, but I absolutely fucking loved it. I could barely breath without feeling it.

  His cock well and truly in my ass, he moved his other hand up to my hip, still squeezing me as he started to thrust, moving his massive cock inside my asshole, making me moan. Picking up speed, he started to pump me, my moans of pleasure turning to screams of unbridled ecstasy.

  “You like my big cock in your little ass hole?” he asked me.

  “Fuck yes!” I screamed.

  He leaned down and kissed me gently as he continued to fuck my ass, bringing me to previously unimagined levels of pleasure as I started to ass-gasm. I was shaking so hard the table shook, too. Sawyer started coming too, filling my asshole with his sweet cum.

  Easing out of me, Sawyer picked me up and set me down on my feet, giving me a final, gentle kiss. I held on to him for longer than that, loving the feeling of his heartbeat against mine.

  “Any plans for today?” he asked, somewhat facetiously.

  “Take a warm shower and go back to bed. I didn't really sleep last night. I'm a lot calmer now and hope it will be okay.”

  “Ambitious.”

  “Is for me. Courageous, even.”

  “No argument here, babe.”

  I hugged him tighter and could feel it as he gently planted a loving kiss on the top of my head.

  “I guess I'll get back to work on the deck,” he said.

  “There's a deck?”

  “Not yet. There will be once I build it, though.”

  A hot, smart, rich, older, experienced man who also built things with his hands?

  I really did think I was falling in love.

  Chapter Thirteen - Sawyer

  I didn't like the idea of leaving Anne alone to sleep, in case there was another night terror. Though I knew she would have to learn to do it herself eventually. Besides which, the deck wasn't going to build itself.

  I looked at the cut and stripped timber all in its neat piles. It was actually surprisingly encouraging. The really hard word was over. I was now to what could be considered the 'fun part' of putting it together, seeing the thing I was making slowly take shape, like a giant interlocking toy set. I guess all men – all people, really – are actually just grown up children at heart.

  Picking up the tool I had chosen for the job, I started digging out holes for the base beams on the spots indicated with spray paint.

  The ground was soft, so it was pretty easy going. I had often thought about getting a garden in. I was already planning on a system of seed recycling. All part of a master plan for total self-sufficiency.

  The big cabin had everything else I needed for living. I just had to find a way to get food in. Veggies were pretty easy, as was milk, at least in terms of straightforwardness. The first could be grown and the second would require me to get a goat or two, which I could easily afford. They really cost nothing to keep, once you had them.

  The only real issue was going to be meat. I had my Mossberg but couldn't quite imagine usi
ng it on a real animal in order to kill it. I really wasn't the type, unless it was in self-defense, of course.

  I guess I was generally of the opinion that animals, because most of them lacked the capacity for malice, were basically innocent. Some of them could get vicious but that had more to do with instinct than cruelty.

  Other than dolphins, I'd never seen an example of a non-human animal being willfully spiteful. Particularly none that I would feel comfortable going after.

  What did the elk ever do to me?

  So, as a mountain man who wasn’t into hunting, my choices were rather limited when it came to planning to become self-sufficient. I was just going to have to turn vegetarian and get my protein from the milk. It couldn't be that hard to make goat cheese.

  It was a hard day, but I got a lot of word done. Most of the base beams were not only dug but planted by the time I quit.

  The pain in my leg had started around lunch time, but I had ignored it, figuring I would just walk it off. Turns out it doesn't really work that way.

  I was nearly crying by the time I hobbled back into the house. The knee on my all-natural leg was buckling completely. It made an ungodly noise as I hit the floor. The sounds that came out of me weren’t a whole lot better.

  Anne came running in from the bedroom, wearing one of my T-shirts, which hung off her like a dress, the hem going down to her knees.

  “What happened?”

  I was too busy struggling with Murphy to answer, finally wrenching it off with a yell and then a sigh of relief. Of course I had to go and design the thing to link to my existing nerves so it would move more naturally. It was a good idea at the time but later it made it a horror to take off and put back on.

  Anne crouched down and held me as I whimpered on the floor, giving me one of those deep muscle massages she used to do when I was still a client. She was doing it through my pants for a while before she quietly and efficiently took them off.

  She didn't even blink at the sight of my injury. I guess she was used to such things in her line of work. She lay her hands on me again.

  I noticed, not for the first time, how soft and warm they were. It was always a delight to be massaged by her during therapy, though I dared not say so for fear of seeming like a creep.