Broken Enagement_A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

by Gage Grayson

  What he doesn’t know is that I’m going to have to disappear at the end of all of this.

  It’s what I do. I can’t stay in one place for too long or be with one man for too long. I can’t have my identity coming to light for anybody.

  It’s a damn shame too, because Marcus is really great.

  I take this opportunity to show him just how great I think he is.

  I bend down across the console and unzip his pants. He leans back into the driver’s seat and lets me pull out his cock for my sucking pleasure.

  The speed of the car combined with my beating heart provides enough adrenaline to satisfy me for a lifetime.

  I lick and suck his gleaming cock, and it’s all he can do to keep his eyes on the road.

  I take it down my throat and wrap my lips around his hard member. It feels so good, tastes so good.

  I open my throat and take him in expertly, so that with a few more glides of my tongue I have him coming down my throat.

  He breathes hard and tries to control the wheel as he sprays his seed down my throat and I lap up every bit of it.

  I pull up, smile, and lick my lips.

  He speeds around the corner and halts right in front of the valet. I know he wasn’t expecting such a hot ride, and to be honest, neither was I.

  He gets out and tosses the keys into the valet’s hands. Then he saunters around the car and opens the door for me.

  “That was good, Katy...so fucking good.”

  “I know.” I smile.

  He’s not the only one with skills.

  I take his hand and allow him to lead me inside.

  The place is a dark little jazz bar. There’s music playing, and yet everything is shrouded in mystery. The bartender seems to know him, and we immediately get our drinks.

  This alerts me of the fact that maybe Marcus has been here before. Maybe he’s been here many times with many different women. The thought makes me cringe, and I push it out of my mind.

  I don’t need to remind myself that Marcus is a playboy. That information is nothing new.

  But for now, I can just enjoy this one moment in time, the special night with him.

  I’m not kidding myself by being with him. I already know it won’t last.

  We’re not relationship people. And so I don’t expect more in this one moment of listening to beautiful jazz music play, while Marcus softly strokes my leg under the table.

  “This place is amazing,” I say over the music.

  He smiles at me and appears content that I’m happy.

  At the same time, I feel a little too happy. I’m going to have to excuse myself to go to the powder room so that I can splash cold water on my face and try to wake up, get back to reality.

  I get up and say to him, “I have to go. I’ll be right back.”

  He’s looking at me possessively, and I wonder why he can’t even let me go for five minutes. Maybe it’s because he understands the fact that I’m an escape artist. Hell, I escaped from jail the very first time we met.

  But luckily for him, I intend to come back to the table in just a minute. I walk into the powder room, and there are several women in there.

  I try to be invisible, and I walk towards the farthest sink. I turn the faucet on and let it run until the water is cold, very cold.

  I splash it on my face and instantly feel relieved that some of the hot pressure is gone that comes with being in the vicinity of Marcus.

  I look up and someone hands me a towel.

  “Thanks,” I say.

  “You’re welcome,” I hear the familiar voice respond.

  I look over, and it’s Marcus. Somehow, he’s cleared out the entire room, and I see that the door’s locked. He certainly has command over every situation, to clear out a room like this so quickly.

  “What are you doing in here? You can’t be here,” I say, protesting.

  “Why are you trying to get away from me?” he asks.

  I look up into his smoldering eyes and say, “Is that what you think? I wasn’t. I just needed to get some space.”

  “Space from me? Why?” he asks.

  I decide to reason with him. I might as well be semi-honest about my feelings.

  “Because you’re intense, Marcus. You made me come like 1 million times. That’s a lot for a girl to take. You’re a lot. You’re, like, complicated and I just needed a breather,” I say.

  My words seem to entice him because I see that familiar spark of desire in his eyes.

  “That’s good. I’m glad you’re finally starting to understand me, Katy. I am intense. Better you know that now rather than later. I’m always going to be this way,” he pushes me back against the wall and starts to kiss me. “And you’re the one I want. If there’s one other thing you should know about me, Katy, it’s that I always get what I want.”

  He’s got me pinned against the wall, and I can’t say I dislike it. It’s becoming alarming, but I feel so safe when he’s got me cornered. It makes me feel like I can finally let go, like I don’t have to be so in control all the time.

  “Say you want me, Katy. Say it,” he commands.

  He’s kissing me roughly and starting to pull down my dress. I don’t resist. I can’t resist him anymore.

  “Yes, Marcus―God, I want you okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” I respond, breathing heavily.

  “Yes, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now the fun can begin. Don’t ever try to escape me again. I’ll always find you, Katy. I know you like to run, but you can’t run from me.”

  I realize in this moment that Marcus is truly afraid that I’ll disappear. But I don’t doubt the fact that he would find me if he wanted to.

  He’s probably the only man, the only person I would ever say that about. But he’s got this tenacity about him which makes me think he can accomplish anything he puts his mind to.

  Suddenly, I want to be with him in this moment more than I want to escape. I don’t want to run anymore. I just want to be in his arms forever.

  16

  Marcus

  I’ve got her pinned against the wall―just the way I like it.

  I feel best when I know that Katy can’t stray far from my arms.

  I wasn’t expecting to take her here in the powder room of the jazz club, but for a minute there, it seemed like she was running away from me, and I can’t have her doing that.

  I need her to know that I’m in control. I need her to know that she cannot run from me. That’s how possessive I’m starting to feel.

  I pull her dress up over her head to reveal her beautiful tits, which I kiss and caress with my tongue and mouth. She sighs happily, and I know we’re on the same wavelength.

  I slide my hand under her thong and start to finger her roughly.

  She’s feeling for my shaft, and it doesn’t take long for her to find it because it’s so fucking big. She unzips my pants and takes my giant cock out.

  Then before I can torment her nipples anymore, she falls down to her knees and begins sucking my cock right there in the powder room. I don’t have to grab her head or anything because she’s already taking it deep down her throat without any prompting from me.

  She wants it bad, so bad.

  She trails her tongue up and down my giant manhood and sucks the tip like it’s a goddamn lollipop. Then she attempts to deep throat it more―except it’s nearly impossible because the size of my cock is just too big to fit down anybody’s throat.

  That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try. She gives it her best effort. She takes me in deep, and I can feel her throat closing in around my cock.

  She never gags, and I don’t know why. Most other women do. I find myself wanting to make her gag with the pleasure of sucking my cock.

  She moans and whimpers softly as she blows me. I know this is her every desire, and I’m happy to fulfill that need.

  I push my cock slowly down her throat, and she takes it in pretty well. She cups my balls with her hand and massages them, making my arousal peak
even more.

  I’m not going to come, though.

  I have found that I like to come inside of Katy. I like to think of my seed meshing with her own essence.

  I pull out of her mouth even though she’s hungry for more. This girl loves to give a good blowjob.

  I lift her slender body up and put it on the sink. I spread her legs out wide so that I have full access to her sweet pussy. I bend down and lick and suck her juices.

  I keep her balanced nicely on the edge of the sink. I tease and torment her clit with my tongue, and then I insert a couple of fingers inside and move them over her G-spot, getting her ready to take in my nice, thick cock.

  I stand up, and as I tower over her, she’s looking up at me with a certain need in her eyes.

  “Say it, Katy. Say how much you want me to make you come,” I tell her.

  It doesn’t take much for her to tell me what I want to hear. I have her body quivering and aching for the feel of my cock. She’d probably tell me anything I want to know right now, even how she plans on hacking into my business.

  But I’m certainly not about to go there. I’ll find out another time, not while I have her so keen on feeling my cock inside of her.

  “Please, Marcus, don’t tease me. I want you so bad. You know that,” she practically begs.

  “Good.”

  I slowly insert my large, throbbing member into her tight space. I sigh in relief; being inside of her is the only place I want to be. It feels like home to be connected to her in this way.

  I sink into her, and she cries out before I kiss her enough to muffle the sound and she can let her scream go full force.

  For a second, I just hold her there. I hold her slim hips between my hands and just enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. Then I grip her a little more aggressively and start to thrust into her.

  “Look at me, Katy. I want to see your eyes while this happens,” I demand.

  She looks up into my eyes, and the connection there is deep. We are on fire for each other. It’s a fire that neither one of us wants to squelch.

  And it feels so fucking good to just be inside of her that I wonder what’s happening to me.

  Usually, I can pull away, put some distance between me and a gorgeous woman, but she’s somehow different.

  I plunge and thrust into her deeply and kiss her at the same time. She does her best to hold my gaze, just as I commanded. I’m biting and kissing her lips while pushing my shaft into her tight little pussy.

  I twist her nipple between my fingers, and that forces her to scream my name with pleasure.

  She bites her lip and tries to hold back, but there’s no holding back with me. I want all of her. I want her to be vulnerable and mine.

  We’re fucking so hard and people began to knock on the powder room door. That only adds to the spontaneity of the moment. I know we’re both getting off on the fact that we’re here in a public place.

  She clasps her hands around my neck, and I push into her as deeply as she can take it. I’ve got her stretched out to her max.

  “Are you ready to come, baby? Come with me. Let’s do it at the same time,” I say.

  She takes my direction, and with one look in my eyes, she knows that it’s time for us to come together. I plunge into her deeply and spray my hot load into her, just as she herself lets go around my cock. I press my lips against her own to drown out the noise of her screaming.

  I love how she can’t hold back crying out for me.

  People are banging on the door, but neither of us seems to notice because we’re on fucking cloud nine. When you come like this, so intensely, with a person who is so fucking intense, there’s just no comparison. I’m in the cosmos, and so is she.

  And I don’t want to come down from this ever.

  I hold her there on the sink for a while longer, savoring the feeling of being inside of her as her pussy quivers around me. She’s kissing my chest and whimpering. I know that tonight will be memorable for her. She’s likely never been fucked like this, not so hard by so big of a man.

  And that thought somehow appeases me. I know that even if Katy somehow escapes my grasp that she will forever remember this one night when I made her come so many times.

  I pick her up and set her down off the sink. She bends over and splashes more cold water on her face just like when I found her here.

  This time she’s trying to cool down from me, not escape.

  We attempt to straighten up, and I give her a quick kiss before we open the door to see a line of women waiting to get in.

  Once they see me, they become a little bit kinder. I have that effect on women. They seem not to notice or care that I’m with Katy. They just see the chiseled jaw and the suit and it’s enough to make them attracted to me.

  Some of them look at Katy with jealousy. Some of them can’t take their eyes away from me.

  “I’m sorry, ladies, that was my fault. The room is all yours,” I say, pulling Katy through the crowd.

  We make our way back to the table where I order another round of drinks. I order her a Manhattan, and she takes the cool drink gratefully. We both need something to take the edge off after a night such as this.

  “Baby, do you think we should go? I’d like to take you back to my place,” I say.

  She nods her head yes.

  A part of me wishes that I didn’t have to go back to that dummy flat. I’d rather take her home to my penthouse, a place that’s more my style. Then I could lock her in with me for days.

  I imagine just fucking her over and over again in the penthouse where every amenity is available so that we would never have to leave.

  But as it is, I have to keep up the front of being some activist person. I have to keep spying on Katy, though my feelings are turning in a new direction.

  All of it surprises me, and I wish that I could just lay bare the truth for her. But if I were to do that, and if she were to turn away from me, then my company might truly fall apart.

  I can’t have that happen, and as much as I hate to do it, I silently vow to keep up this act.

  “It’s time to go,” I say as I take her hand and lead her out of the jazz club that we will forever remember.

  We walk out to the parking lot, and the cool air is a welcome change to the intense heat of the jazz club bathroom.

  I take her hand and she clutches on to mine. For once, I feel at peace.

  17

  Katy

  I am once again in Marcus’s apartment.

  His posh little pad is not so bad, especially in comparison to my place.

  I had wanted to leave after having sex in his car, but he convinced me to come with him. Like I said, he’s so charming.

  But I’m really here because it occurred to me that I hadn’t had the time at the restaurant to tell Marcus my final decision about not being interested in joining his organization.

  Somehow I have to break the bad news to him.

  But now is not the time, as he’s handing me a delicious glass of wine, which I eagerly take. I curl up on his couch, and he turns the fire on before joining me.

  He’s always a delectable sight to see walking around. It sure beats being in my apartment alone with my computer. Marcus looks like a model, albeit a rugged one. I could watch him all day.

  He brings the bottle of wine over and joins me on the couch where I curl up next to him.

  “So, Katy, I know you’re an activist but I don’t really know what you do. Can you tell me more?” he says.

  I know I can’t open up to him about my entire life, but maybe I can tell him some small details. Once again, the fact that I’m venturing onto dangerous ground does not elude me.

  In truth, I’ve never gotten close to anyone enough to be on such sharp alert as this.

  But Marcus seems nice, and I did check him out, and everything should be in order. So I tell him a couple of things about my life. He deserves at least that for making me come so hard.

  “Well, I mostly interact with a
n online community of people. I’ve never met any of them in real life. They share the same thoughts and ideas as I do when it comes to activism. It’s a unique situation, but it keeps me pretty busy. That’s really all I can say.”

  He puts his arm around my shoulder and says, “That’s really interesting. So it’s all basically all online, huh? How do you exist like that, never seeing people?”

  “Hey, I see people. Sometimes.”

  I figure now is not the time to tell him about my lack of family or friends. It’s kind of weird that my only interaction with people is in a virtual online community of hackers, but that’s just the way I roll.

  He seems attentive, and he keeps asking questions.

  “So what areas of activism really interest you? I know you take pride in helping the poor, but what else?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I’m interested in helping the poor,” I say. At least that part’s the truth. “But I want my reach to extend further than that. I want to help the poor in not just a small way but in an enormous way. They deserve at least that. They need to have a voice. They need to have someone fighting for them.”

  “I’m impressed, Katy. I’m very impressed. What you do is remarkable when you think about it,” he says.

  I look up into his deep, gray eyes and say, “Well you’re into the same things, aren’t you? I mean your whole organization hinges on helping the poor. Am I right?”

  His eyes darken and do that thing that makes me wonder what he’s thinking.

  “That’s right. That’s what we do basically. Which is why we’d love to have you be a part of it.”

  There’s no better time like the present to tell him the news I’ve been dreading all night. I have to let him know that there’s absolutely no future for us in terms of his organization or anything else. Now is the moment.

  “Marcus, I have to tell you something that is really hard to say. I need you to know that I’m really not interested in joining your organization. I don’t need your help, and I don’t need the support of an organization to help my activism. I’m doing fine by myself. But I do appreciate it.”