Baby Daddy (Forever Daddies Book 1)

by Victoria Snow

  Because I wanted her to like it. I wanted her to want it. I wanted to have her screaming my name, preferably with her thighs locked around my hi-

  Whoa. I needed to calm down. We were just kissing. And maybe that was all that would come of the night. Whatever she was comfortable with, and that was it.

  Even if I wanted to devour her whole right there and then in front of me.

  “I…” she took in a shuddering breath, then her gaze returned to me. In that moment, her eyes staring at me, the haze only half cleared out of them, she looked so young and innocent. I had to remind myself that -despite her amazing, womanly body- she was most likely not much older than the intern that she had been defending. She wasn’t a girl, but she was still so fresh into her womanhood that I needed to be patient. Understanding.

  Even if I didn’t want to be any of those things.

  “I’m good. I want this.” She took another deep breath. “I like this. I just…”

  I saw the uncertainly pass behind her eyes and I reluctantly pulled my thumb away from those enticing lips. “It’s alright. You can say it. You can say whatever you need.”

  “This won’t affect my job, right?”

  I nodded. “Of course not. But if you want, I can have an NDA drawn up. Or we can stop this right here. Whatever you want, Belle.”

  “Whatever I want?” she turned the words over on her tongue as if the concept was foreign to her and I found myself wanting to suddenly bury her in presents and gifts and any finery that she had ever wanted.

  “Yes. Exactly.”

  Her eyes shuttled from my eyes, to my lips, then down to my chest, which was only a few scant inches from her.

  “I want you to kiss me again.”

  Now that was something I could do.

  My mouth found hers again. Plundering, learning, demanding. She answered in kind, picking up off my cues on what to do next. Her little hands clenched the fabric at my shoulders, as if I was her last lifeline, so I gripped her hips once more. Steadying her, but also letting my fingertips sink into her perfect, delicious softness. Little reminders of how nice a tiny touch of pressure, of unyielding firmness could enhance pleasure that much more!

  I knew that if I pressed harder, I could probably leave fingerprints in those wide, luscious hips of hers, and the thought had me hard in my pants in an instant. Not because I liked the thought of hurting her, but just the idea of her walking around with proof that I had touched her, had held her attention for a time and given her pleasure was enough to have me straining against my pants. But not all women were into that, so I wouldn’t press harder, wouldn’t leave any marks, until I got her thorough and enthusiastic consent.

  But the situation in my pants was quickly becoming a problem and I realized that I wasn’t going to be fit for public interaction much longer. My dick was growing harder by the second, almost painfully so, and I was beginning to ache with absolute desire.

  Once more, I pulled away from Belle and her intoxicating presence. This time, she tried to follow me, nearly tipping forward if I hadn’t been there, holding her in place.

  I looked at her again, searching for any hesitance, any fear. But there wasn’t a lick of anything but pure pleasure and desire on her face. Good. While the back of my mind knew that any sort of fraternization with one of my employees was stupid, it was like I couldn’t help myself. A man possessed; I was caught up in everything about the beautiful, bruised-knuckled woman in front of me.

  “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” I asked, my voice gruff.

  She looked up at me, swallowing hard, and for a moment it felt like I was standing on a precipice, about to fall into the abyss depending on her answer.

  “Yes,” she whispered finally, and it took everything not to heave a huge breath of relief.

  Taking her hand in mine, I led her away from the wall and back to the same hallway where the family bathroom had been. But instead of ducking in there, I continued on to the stairway, leading her up to the elevators that would allow us to get to the hotel rooms.

  Most of my employees were going to head home once the party died down, but I didn’t like being out that late. It was too easy to be ambushed by paparazzi, or hit by a drunk driver, so usually I just booked the penthouse for the night. I was happier than ever for my running habit as I pulled Belle into an elevator and crashed my lips to hers again.

  For a moment I worried that I was being too much. Too intense. Too much pressure as I once more backed the woman into the elevator wall, pressing myself against her fully. But she just seemed to melt into all of my actions, taking whatever I gave with little mewls or gasps occasionally escaping her mouth when I wasn’t dominating it.

  I blindly reached behind me, hitting multiple buttons before I gave up and actually craned my neck to see what I was doing. Ah-ha! There it was. Pressing it, I let myself return to ravishing the beautiful woman I was pressed against.

  The one downside of throwing our parties in such an upscale hotel was that the elevators certainly were fast, and I had to break away from Belle once more.

  She leaned against my back heavily as the doors slid open, and I could feel her heart beating through those plentiful breasts of hers and right against my spine. Good to know that she was just as effected as I was. Or at least on the same level. I felt like I was going to burst from my own skin, so full of desire and want that there wasn’t any room for anything else.

  We stepped out of the elevator only to be greeted by another set of doors. Belle looked confused by the set up, but I was used to it, pulling out my keycard and swiping it through the door handle.

  Then I was pushing it open, pulling Belle in right after me. I heard an exclamation of wonder from her at the large, impressive suite, but I didn’t have time to show off. I needed my mouth on her instantly. I needed to feel her.

  I pulled her to me, closing the distance between us again. Once more, she acquiesced to me, following my lead, letting me build whatever was between us until I felt like I was going insane.

  My hands moved from where they were at her wrist and her waist, sliding down her back and over the swell of her rear until both of them were cupping her bountiful cheeks. I squeezed them, pressing her as firmly into me as I could with us being two separate people. My erection was snugly pressing into the soft, perfect warmth of her abdomen. She wasn’t short, by any means, but she was shorter than me.

  I wanted to haul her up, to have her wrap her legs around my waist so I could grind against the heat of her core, but the dress she was wearing was almost like a mermaid cut, and I had the feeling neither of us would be able to get her thighs far enough apart to do get at anything fun.

  That wouldn’t do at all.

  “I want you,” I breathed against her mouth, squeezing her ass again. She nodded, panting hard, but no words came out of her mouth. That wouldn’t do at all. It was too easy to misunderstand non-verbal cues, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would do something that Belle didn’t want. “Use your words, baby girl. Do you want this? We can stop at any time. This doesn’t have to go anywhere.”

  “No,” she murmured and for a second, I was drenched with cold water. No meant no, and I would never- “Don’t you dare stop. Please, don’t. I…” she took a ragged breath, looking absolutely wrecked. “I want this.”

  “Good,” I pressed another quick kiss to her lips, as puffy and kiss swollen as they were. “Do you trust me? Are you gonna let me take charge?”

  She nodded. “I trust you, Sir.”

  “That’s my good girl. And remember, any time you need anything to stop, you say so, alright?”

  “I won’t,” she rasped.

  I nodded, giving her one last tender kiss before spinning her around, pressing her chest against the wall beside the door. She let out a surprised yelp, but I quickly shushed her before my fingers went to her zipper, gently tugging it down.

  And down.

  And down.

  It was a long fastener, one that went
halfway down that perfect ass of hers and when it parted I saw an alluring ‘v’ of her skin, interrupted only by her bra, waist cincher, and the top of her panties.

  Gently, I pulled the fabric from her, guiding it down her body until it finally gave up its hold on her and pooled at her feet. She shivered, and I could see goosebumps rise up along her pale, soft skin.

  Carefully, I reached up and let my fingers rest at the nape of her neck before slowly traveling down to the top of her underwear. It was a soft caress, a strong counterpoint to how rough and demanding I had been before. Because as much as I wanted to take, take, take from her, to give her pleasure that she’d never experienced before, to leave my mark on her so she could never forget me, I also wanted to revel in her presence. To worship her and all of the beautiful body exposed before me. I was practically salivating at the idea of touching all of her, feeling all of her, it was like I was a young man all over again, not a thirty-four-year-old business mogul.

  “Turn around for me,” I murmured, taking a step back.

  She hesitated for a moment, and I wondered if perhaps she was feeling self-conscious, but it only took a beat before she turned around to face me. Her bra was a crimson, no doubt the closest she had to the color of her dress, and her underwear was just a plain nude. The waist cincher she had on was striped black and purple which let me know that she clearly hadn’t expected anyone to see her in her undergarments.

  Good.

  It was stupid, and prideful, but a flare of jealousy rose up in me at the thought of her wearing something for another man. I had no right to feel any sort of ownership of this beautiful, magnificent woman with her bruised knuckles and full lips and even fuller figure.

  But I did anyways.

  I reached out to her, hooking my fingers in the top of her cincher and pulling her a step forward. I didn’t like the stupid thing, holding in her stomach and curves like they weren’t something to be celebrated. I wanted to sink my hands into her, to kiss and lick and celebrate. I couldn’t do that with it in the way.

  “I never was a fan of these,” I admitted, undoing the first hook and eye methodically, watching Belle’s face as I did.

  She was flushed, with her cheeks still burning red. Occasionally her eyes would glance up to me, but they would flick right back down to my hands and what they were doing almost instantly.

  I didn’t mind, however, because soon I released the last clasp and threw the cincher across the suite. We could worry about that later -although if I had my way, she’d never wear anything like that again.

  …not that there would be an again. I was getting ahead of myself.

  Putting myself back in the moment, I noticed there were red lines all over her middle from where the shapewear had been compressing her. My hands went to them immediately, gently ghosting over the marks, hoping to soothe them.

  Her eyelids fluttered and she let out the softest sigh.

  “That f-feels good,” she breathed, her head lolling forward to rest against my chest.

  “Good. You deserve to feel good,” I answered, just holding her.

  Because as much as I wanted her, as much as my dick was straining to be inside of her, I also wanted to keep the contented, blissful expression on her face for as long as I could. To spoil her, bring her comfort when life could so often be anything but.

  However, I was only so much of a saint, and after several minutes of letting my fingertips glide along her warm, smooth skin, they eventually found their way up to the clasp of her bra. I felt her breathing pick up, so I kissed her, letting my fingers still.

  “Is this alright?” I asked a moment later.

  She nodded, licking her lips and making me want to devour her all over again.

  “What did we say about words?”

  She swallowed again, and I watched her throat bob with the motion. Briefly, an image flashed to life on her knees before me, swallowing around my length as she-

  I needed to stop getting ahead of myself. I had everything I wanted in the current moment, so I should just stay there.

  “Yes, that’s alright. Everything you do is alright.”

  “Just alright?” I teased, although I knew exactly what she meant. “Then I shall have to remedy that. I was going for mind blowing, rapturous, amazing…” At the last word, I got the final claps loose and pulled her bra forward. She moved her arms, allowing the straps to come along with it, and soon her upper half was bare to me.

  Her breasts bounced downward; the helpful support of the bra gone. Now it was my turn to lick my lips as I raised a hand and caressed one of them gently. It was just so… so… soft. Smooth and warm and perfect in every way.

  My hand went to her other one, caressing it in the same way, feeling the shape of it, the hang of it. Then, I cupped both of them, even my broad hands only able to cover their lower halves, and I pushed them up and together slightly. Enough so that, if we were in a different position, I could have slid my dick between them.

  But that wasn’t my goal at the moment. Instead, I kissed the top of them, gently, reverently. I wanted her to feel how much her body did to me. How perfect she was in every way. I wanted her to be lost in all the beautiful, pleasurable feelings her bounty of a figure could give to both herself and me.

  When I had kissed all that I could of the top of them, I changed my grip so that two of my fingers were at each of her nipples, and I slowly let a finger pad circle them. Her eyelids fluttered and she let her head fall back, her chest almost heaving from how powerful and strong her breathing was.

  I liked that she was already so responsive to me. I liked that she already seemed an inch from crumbling apart. But it was the kind of like that wasn’t filling. No, it just made me hungrier. Just made me want her more.

  Everything about her was more, and we were still in the preliminaries.

  My lips made their way up, my teeth scraping gently along her clavicle, before I reached the side of her neck, where I drew some of her flesh into my mouth. Part of me knew I probably shouldn’t leave a hickey in such a visible place, but I was barely listening. I nipped and sucked along the pale column, soothing with kisses and swipes of my tongue, working her over and over until finally my fingers tightened around her nipples and rolled the dusky points between them.

  She gasped, practically falling into me. I didn’t mind, however, broadening my stance and pushing my own narrow hips into her to pin her to the wall. I found myself making another mark, this one just below her ear, spurred on by the precious little mewls and gasps tumbling from her kiss-swollen mouth.

  She didn’t hurry me along; she didn’t try to buck against me or force me to give her more pressure to where I hoped she was dripping. Her implicit trust in me made my cock throb in my pants, and I knew I needed to get the show on the road.

  I stopped ravaging her neck and jaw, pulling away ever so slightly as my hands moved down from her breasts - nipples now stiff and pinkened from my ministrations, sliding down her generous form until they found that overflowing ass again.

  Bending slightly at my knees, I hoisted her right up. Much like I expected her to, she let out a squeak and jumped to help me on the ascent and threw her thick, strong thighs around my waist.

  Perfect.

  I crashed my mouth to hers as I turned and carried her across the floor. I was so hard with need, aching to the point of pain. I knew that I wasn’t going to make it to the bedroom, that I needed to taste her immediately, have her falling apart on my tongue and coming into my mouth.

  I made it to one of the oversized, overly expensive couches and set her on the arm of it. It was thick enough that she would be sturdy enough as long as she held onto me.

  I kissed her once more before slowly kneeling, my hands resting on her waist to give her balance. She watched, eyes wide and face flushed, her legs swinging with no purchase on the floor. She would have to rely entirely on me for balance, and I liked that thought more than I should.

  “W-what are y-you doing?” she sputtered as I
settled, tipping my head to kiss one knee and then the other. I realized that she had short legs but a long torso, leaving her feet swinging and her upper half able to curve over me.

  And I wanted her to. I was going to suffocate in all that she was.

  “I just want to kiss you,” I said, my palms sliding up her bare calves, over her knees, and the swells of her thighs, before returning to her knees and gripping them firmly. “Open up for me?”

  “I…” I heard the hesitance there and I studied her face. Was she just self-conscious? Or was she one of the rare women who wasn’t into oral? I hoped it wasn’t the latter. I needed to have her on my tongue and screaming her release asap. “I…”

  She seemed locked in a whirlwind behind her eyes, so I kissed the top of both of her thighs. “Words, baby.”

  Another one of those shuddering breaths. The kind that made me feel like I was some sex god who was already making her delirious with need. “No one’s ever…”

  I paused at that, looking up at her again. “Are you saying you’ve never had a partner go down on you?”

  She nodded, seemingly relieved that I had taken the words out of her mouth. Inside, I couldn’t help but burn with more than a little bit of anger. It was one thing if she didn’t like it, but the fact that she’d never had a considerate partner, one who made sure that she got her pleasure first was just plain shit. I always made sure anyone who shared my bed got more than their fair share before I did. To me, that was what being a man was all about. Providing for someone, even if it was just for one night, making sure they left full and satiated and more than what they came for.

  “I’d like to,” I said, forcing my voice to carry none of the disappointment I felt towards her past lovers. “Think you can trust me?” Her eyes flitted uncomfortably around, and her cheeks were cherry red. I knew she wasn’t certain. “Remember, we don’t do anything here you don’t want. There are plenty of other ways I can make you scream.”

  Her breath hitched again at that and her eyes squeezed shut. “I want to try, I think.” It came out all as one word and I held in my chuckle by planting another kiss on her thigh.