Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “You named your pug Lucky?”

  “Yeah. Anyway, I knew I could never catch him. He had the leg advantage, see? So, I devised a human way to give myself the advantage.”

  “By launching an expanding net to catch him and reel him back?”

  “Kept him from getting hurt,” I said with a shrug.

  “Difficult to argue with results,” she conceded.

  Soon enough we fell back into it and while the spectre of separation still loomed over the table, waiting to strike, everything went swimmingly right up to dessert.

  “Are you seeing anyone right now?” Ada asked hesitantly.

  “Other than you?” I asked.

  “Obviously.”

  “No, I wouldn’t have asked you out if I was.”

  “You could have been being nice,” Ada pointed out.

  “True, but there is no one. To be honest, there never has been anyone except you.”

  “What?” Ada asked.

  “You were the first and the last. I haven’t even dated since we ended. You are the only one I could ever love.”

  Ada buried her face in her hands. The soft vibration of her shoulders let me know that she was crying. Gently, I moved her hands away and dried her tears.

  “Come now, no need for that.”

  “You don’t understand,” she sniffed, “I feel the same. I have been on a couple of dates, but none of them worked out. It just wasn’t possible. I love you, and that is that. I still think about you when I touch myself. It’s the only thing that gets me off.”

  “Ditto,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Why would I want to think about anyone else?”

  She took my hand and kissed it gratefully, like I was some kind of king. Kissing soon turned to sucking as Ada took my thumb into her mouth.

  “My condo isn’t far from here,” I pointed out.

  “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Nine - Ada

  I was going to call Amy, but I didn’t get time. She always said I could come and get Matt at breakfast, including when I had called her after work and asked if she could watch Matt again. Of course, she agreed. I told myself not to worry as I squeezed myself into the dress I had worn to go hear Neil Gaiman do a reading and almost believed it as Kingsley drove us to his place in his sports car.

  I could hardly believe how he looked. Different but the same. Older but not much as well as sexier. Maturity evened out his features and gave him a nearly square jaw. Put him in an over coat and a fedora and he could have been a 1940s detective.

  I wondered if my mind went there because our first date after officially becoming a couple in grade 11 was an art house double feature of Bande à Part and Breathless. We hadn’t had sex at that point, but even so, the connection between us was apparent, sending out its charge every time our hands touched while reaching for the popcorn.

  His condo was even nicer than I imagined. I knew he probably had money and heard tell of the kind of property available if one was willing to pay for it, even on the limited real estate of Manhattan. Detached homes and even brownstones were far more common in the burrows or upstate.

  Kingsley got out first and came around the front to open my door for me, extending a hand as he did so. I trembled even at that gentle touch, wanting him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Especially when he lay his hand on the small of my back to guide me up to the main entrance.

  “Would you like a drink?” he asked, removing my coat from my shoulders and hanging it up on the coat stand by the door.

  “Bedroom,” I said. It was the only word I could get out.

  Taking me by the hand, Kingsley led me up what turned out to be the first flight of stairs.

  Kingsley took the lead, halting us in the middle of the stupendously large, impeccably clean bedroom and turning me toward him, his hands on my hips. Softly kissing me, he took down the straps of my dress, lowering the top section to my hips. I hadn’t worn a bra. It wasn’t really tenable with the design of the dress. Slowly, he worked his way from my lips, down my chin and along my neck.

  His hands were already moving up from my hips to lightly cup my tits as his mouth worked its way down my chest. I let out a soft gasp as he finally took my rock-hard nipple into his wonderful mouth.

  Taking the time and care to give my tits lots of tender love, he continued down my body, the lower part of my dress lowering along with him. Stopping at my pelvis, just above the waist of my black panties, he took off my shoes before fully disposing of my dress, leaving me standing barefoot and naked but for my underwear. That was soon rectified. Kingsley caressed his hands the length of my legs before pulling my panties down and off like he had with my dress.

  No doubt he could smell my excitement and see the wetness of my pussy. He always knew when I was ready, which, to be fair, was most of the time when I was with him. He had an effect on me that I just couldn’t explain.

  Grasping me by the hips to keep me stable as much as to keep me still, Kingsley ran his sweet tongue the length of my pussy, caressing my delicate lips from bottom to top. I put my head back and moaned, instinctively putting my hands on the back of his head to urge him on.

  It worked, and he started to lick even harder, up and down as well as in soft circles, making me gasp and scream with pure pleasure. He always knew just where to touch me and how.

  Pausing to wet two fingers, he slid them gently inside and started to work my pussy, gentle and slow as he pressed his talented tongue in hard circles right on my clit. It felt so good I thought I might cry. I might have been a cock monster, though he never called me that, but Kingsley was just as much of a pussy monster. He got his face between my thighs any time he could. Not that I was complaining. If anything, it was behavior to be encouraged.

  I moaned even louder and stroked his hair, letting him know just how good it felt. But the true extent of my exquisite pleasure went far behind what could be expressed by any known means.

  I knew it was going to happen before it did. A weird sort of muscle memory taking over. I put my hands on Kingsley’s shoulders and he took my sides as my knees buckled, the orgasm resulting from his tongue treatment honestly that intense. Scooping me up onto his powerful arms, he carried me over to the bed.

  Setting me down on the edge, I watched in rapt silence as he undressed. If anything, he looked even better. He had been working out, probably part of his military training, and had some new tattoos I hadn’t seen before, including one of the West Point school crest.

  His cock was exactly how I remembered it. It was still the absolute paragon of perfection, already hard and ready for me.

  Taking me by the wrist he guided my hand to it. Wrapping my hand around his thick, throbbing shaft, I started to pump. Gently at first and then with increasing ferocity as he let me know he could handle it.

  I got up to full speed, both hands cranking his beautiful cock for all I was worth, wanting desperately to taste his sweet cum again. It came out on a rush, the first volley landing on my chest, but I managed to get my mouth down and swallow the rest.

  I accepted it enthusiastically. Retrieving the first blast with my fingers, I sucked them clean when I was done, still pumping his magnificent shaft as I did so.

  I dropped my mouth onto his cock until I could feel the head pressing against the back of my throat and sucked him off with everything in me. Kingsley took hold of my ponytail to keep me from going too wild, no doubt remembering that time on Spring Break when I had actually gotten whiplash and spent the rest of the break in a neck brace, which was no fun at all.

  Working another load from deep in his beautiful balls, which I happened to have in my hand at the time, I swallowed it down, getting every drop that time, not relinquishing my hold on him until I’d had the opportunity to suck him clean.

  Kingsley lay his hands softly on my shoulders, guiding me back into a lying position. My feet were still on the floor over the edge of the bed. A
s soon as he took me by the ankles, I knew what was happening.

  He was going to put my legs up over his shoulders. It was his favourite position and the best way for him to fuck me deep. I was fonder of doggy myself, but legs on shoulders was a close second. Regardless, I was more than thrilled to indulge him. Either way, I was getting his beautiful cock inside me, and that was always a win.

  Kissing me softly, my beautiful man stroked the warm head of his huge cock against my pussy, letting me know he was coming in. I moved my hips, pushing even harder against him to welcome him in.

  Pleasure pulsated through me as he penetrated, making me feel every considerable inch, getting almost all the way inside me. He filled me like I had never been filled before. Kingsley usually stopped about halfway. How I longed to feel his full length, to be filled and fucked by him as deep and hard as it was possible to be fucked. I was about to get my wish.

  He pulled in the nick of the time and replaced his cock with three of his fingers, not filling me nearly as deep but it was still better than nothing. He fed me his cock and I pushed on, taking even more than was given, greedy to feel as much of him as I possibly could. We did have a lot of lost time to make up for, after all.

  Sucking him perfectly clean, taking every drop he had to give me, I sucked him again until he exploded in my mouth once again. Again, he gifted me with his delicious cum. I could feel him go weak and, taking full advantage, I pulled him down onto the bed with me, turned him onto his back and climbed on top.

  Holding his cock at just the right angle, I slowly lowered myself onto it, making eye contact the entire time as his beauty and mine met, our bodies becoming sweetly joined. A long moan escaped his lungs as I came to a rest, my pussy lips gently brushing his pelvis, his mighty member deep inside me, filling me up to capacity. Truth be told, I had no idea if I would even be able to move, but I was more than willing to give it the old college try.

  A bit to my surprise and certainly to his, I rode Kingsley like a champ, pounding his beautiful cock all the way inside me as though it were the simplest thing in the word. I rode him like it was an outing on the world's most pleasant pogo stick, the meeting of our flesh making an audible noise as I rutted him like crazy. I was finally getting a taste of the power and pleasure he must have felt fucking me for all those years, all those years ago.

  I hadn’t planned it. Not really. It was more of a lack of thought than any kind of intentional plot. There wasn’t much in the way of forewarning. At least not anything I was inclined to do anything about. His beautiful load blasted inside me, warming me to the very core. It was a feeling even more splendid than I had imagined. Experiencing it as though for the first time, even though it was technically the second.

  “I guess you’re not on birth control,” Kingsley said, as I collapsed on top of him.

  “Nope, still can’t stand it,” I said between blissful gasps.

  “So, there’s a chance I just got you pregnant,” he said.

  “Indeed,” I agreed.

  “That’s wonderful,” he said, embracing me, his cock still deep inside me.

  “It is?”

  “Of course it is. I think we would make a beautiful baby and I want to meet that child. I’m also not going to let you go again. Not now that I finally have you back. I was stupid enough to do that once, but I’m not doing it, ever again.”

  Chapter Ten - Kingsley

  It was a beautiful morning, probably the most beautiful morning I had ever seen. I gazed down at my beautiful love, still sleeping off what we had done the night before. I had heard about women being fucked into unconsciousness but had never actually seen it firsthand. Her vitals were fine, and her smile was content.

  I kissed her sweet cheek and went down to the kitchen. The early morning sun was streaming in through the wall sized windows, giving me a generous view of downtown. The things you could do with a billion dollars included a space age kitchen.

  The clean blue propane flame raged inside its specially designed cage. Turning it down just a bit, I selected my weapons in terms of utensils and got cracking. Literally, in the case of the eggs. It wasn’t quite a Denver omelet, I didn’t have exactly the right ingredients, but it was close enough and looked really good no matter what it was called. A rose by any other name and all that. Getting everything on the table, I looked at my watch.

  “Three, two, one.”

  “Something smells good.”

  She was ravishing. Bare foot, hair loose, clad in nothing by my shirt which fit her like a dress, the hem coming about halfway down her thighs. My heart skipped a beat at the very sight of her.

  We ate mostly in silence, neither of us wanting to shatter the perfect moment. It really was like old times. Nearly the exact scene playing out every time we would sleep over. Ada used to joke that she would never have to cook because I did it well enough for both of us. I actually had my mother to thank for my culinary skills, but Ada didn’t have to know that.

  After every delicious bite was gone, I took the plates over to the double sink to soak, making everything a lot easier when it came to cleaning.

  “How about some dessert?” Ada asked softly.

  “A bit unorthodox,” I said.

  “I think we can make an exception.”

  Something in her voice made me turn around, and I was very glad that I did. The shirt Ada was wearing was wide open as were her legs. Kneeling in worship of her glorious pussy, I lay my hands flat on her thighs and caressed my tongue the full length of her delicious pussy lips already tender and wet with excitement. I was gentle at first, careful to ease her into it, knowing full well how sensitive we could be at the beginning.

  She let out a deep breath, her entire body relaxing, my indication that her body had caught up with the desires of her mind and was ready for any experience we might want to share with each other.

  Wetting three fingers, I moved back a little to make room and slid them deep inside her, softly stroking in a slow, smooth come here motion, hitting all the good spots. Ada moaned her approval as her pussy tightened around my fingers. I dropped my mouth on the upper end of her pussy, sucking gently on her clit, almost making her scream her delight.

  After a few more minutes of sucking, I started to spiral my tongue in hard circles, encompassing her clit as well as her outer and inner lips, her entire body starting to tremble as I did so. Ada grabbed onto the sides of the chair to keep herself steady, yelping and moaning as she came.

  Licking my darling completely clean, I stood before her and let her take down the front of my pajama pants. My rock-hard cock sprang out at her like an agitated cobra. Without hesitation, she swallowed the whole thing, her hands still circling the waistband of my pajama pants.

  Getting herself under control, Ada eased back, wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, and vigorously worked the head until I gave her my cum. I blasted my cum down her throat almost faster than she could take it. She kept up though, getting it all down in the end. Tipping her head back, eyes closed beatifically, her mouth open wide to show me what a good girl she had been. I learned down and kissed her deep, our tongues dancing erotically in each other’s mouth.

  Guiding Ada to her feet, I gently bent her over the table, collecting the hem of the shirt up around her hips to expose her ass and pussy. I knew she loved it from behind and was more than happy to oblige. Ada lifted up onto her tiptoes as I pushed the head inside her. She went down even lower, lifting her ass up higher, one of the benefits of her years of ballet training, making the angle so I would be able to hit her clit and her g-spot at the same time, no doubt leading to a massive orgasm.

  My prediction had been correct. Ada wailed like a banshee as she trembled with a bone-shaking orgasm. The sound she made wavered like she was sitting on a washer during the spin cycle. Were it not for the top-quality soundproofing, I would have covered her mouth to keep concerned neighbors from calling the police.

  “Cum in me,” she panted.


  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, please cum in me.”

  After she came, I kept going until I was ready to cum, delivering a massive load deep inside her. I hoped that she agreed with me about having a baby together. I stayed inside her for a long time. Ada actually reached back and physically stopped me the first time I tried to pull out. I wasn’t about to complain. I loved being inside her.

  Finally, we separated. Except Ada kept hold of my cock. She got on her knees at my feet and sucked me clean, continuing on until she had sucked me dry, taking my entire load in her mouth. My good girl swallowed it all down.

  Ada hadn’t brought her car, so I called one for her. I didn’t call just any old car service, but my private driver who I paid enough on an annual basis to keep her very happy about being on call. She was a good kid in any case and one of the few people in the world I would fully trust with my sweet Ada.

  When she was safely away, I got dressed and prepared for another day at the lab. Though I was genuinely hard pressed to think of a better way to start the day than the way I had just had. I also planned to have many more days just like it.

  From what I could tell, the presentation had gone really well. I actually didn’t realize at that point that a large part of the decision as to whether or not to invest in Greene Planet fell to Ada’s judgement. I had barely known that she worked there let alone that she was one of the main analysts.

  Much as when we were younger, I liked to focus on more positive and interesting things like her artwork, which also seemed to be going really well. I was really glad she was doing it as well as her corporate job. Despite it being what her dad would have probably called ‘a suit job’, seemed to really fit with her skills. Ada’s math skills were almost on the level of mine. In fact, they might have been even stronger. It was actually really difficult to compare because we used such different styles, but the fact was we both had a preternatural knack when it came to numbers and their analysis. Ada used hers to pick sticks. I used mine to design things.