Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  It’s like he’s not jealous at my job at all, and that’s the surreal part. Does he know that my words are supposed to get other men’s cocks hard? That I tell them the nastiest things I can think of so that these men shoot loads of cum all over themselves? That even more than porn, the act of talking dirty over the phone is perhaps the most intimate one can get before actually having sex in person?

  “It’s such a nice night tonight,” I say out loud, trying to change the subject.

  Arsen looks around, and humors me with a smile. “Ever since they finally finished construction around the Freedom Tower, this area has gotten a lot nicer without so much construction,” he says to himself.

  “Did you follow the construction or something?” I ask him. “I’ve never really had strong opinions on it one way or other.”

  He sighs. “I’ve always wanted to build things,” he says out loud, more to himself than anyone. “I just never got the chance.”

  I’m silent for a moment, but I think about Arsen. A son who wanted to do so much, but raised by his father in a completely different way and now managing reluctantly a family business he wanted no part of.

  I squeeze his hand. “Well, soon you’ll have sold everything your Dad left you, and you’ll be able to spend your time the way you want to,” I tell him as we slow down and he faces me. “Maybe you can go build a building somewhere somehow.”

  Arsen looks at me as I smile at him. I’m trying to make my face look cute. He breaks into a bittersweet smile and takes a step closer.

  “I want to spend that time with you,” he tells me and I can feel his breath on my face.

  I want him to wrap his arms around me and pull me close to him. To hold me and never let me go. I want to squirm against his body, feel his cock grow hard. I want it to poke into my crotch. I want to feel it against my ass. I want to boil his blood with my body. To tempt him. To tease him.

  All that may happen with this kiss.

  But then, there’s always going to be Client 5 in the back. Because no matter what I do with Arsen tonight, no matter how many ways I give myself to him—no matter how much I let him own me, in the morning I’ll be rushing out the door to take the call from Client 5.

  Arsen brings his face down to meet mine.

  And I take a step back.

  He looks at me with concern and tears start to come down my eyes.

  There’s only one thing for a lady to do in this situation.

  I turn around and start to run away.

  50

  Arsen

  What the fuck just happened? I say something nice—and true—and she bolts on me? And crying! I look in astonishment as she runs down the sidewalk, my body frozen by surprise. Wake up, Arsen! I can’t let her go like that!

  I start running down the street, my feet flying over the pavement as I close in on her. Her heels are clicking, the sound getting louder with each step I take. Then she looks over her shoulder and, realizing I’m following after her, cuts into a dark alley.

  What the hell is she thinking? Running into a dark and deserted place like that this late? Now I really can’t let her go.

  I reach for her, my fingers curling around her wrist as I pull her in. She turns to me, her makeup slightly smeared from the tears. With one hand around her waist I take the other one to her face and brush her cheeks gently.

  “What were you thinking, Ashley? You can’t wander away like that, it’s dangerous,” I say, waving at the deserted alley, the pale lights of the street barely reaching us.

  She says nothing, her wide eyes staring into mine as if she truly doesn't know what to say. My heart is beating like a motherfucker, making my bones rattle. I can’t lose her! Fuck, I can’t even believe I’m saying this—me, Arsen fucking Hawke. But it’s true… I can’t stand the thought of losing her. I need to say something, to make whatever hesitancy she holds inside her heart go away… But, just like her, I can’t find the words.

  She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through her clothes. Fuck, my cock is already twitching just by having her this close. There’s something about her that makes me lose all control… And even though we’re outside, I can’t help but let instinct take over. I push her back against the wall, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her.

  I swear, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. No fucking way. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, all of her hesitation thrown out of the window. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her beautiful blonde hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. One look and I can already tell she’s as hungry as I am for more.

  Who cares if we can be caught going at it? Who gives a fuck, really? If anything, it only adds to the moment.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her, breathing as hard as she is. My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already hard as steel. I’m ready for battle. “Right now,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.

  Still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and I squeeze her right breast, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants. Yes, I want to fuck her this bad.

  She curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her dress, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over all of her clothing. There are layers of fabric between the two of us, but the anxious way she’s breathing already tells me she is soaking wet. And, fuck, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here. And why the fuck not?

  Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor; she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side, making sure there’s no one around to see us, and I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of her dress and lift it up to her waist, pressing my mouth over her thong at the same time.

  The moment my lips touch the wet black fabric, I breathe in. Her scent hits me at once, sweet and intoxicating… Just like a drug, it makes me fucking high. I forget all about where I am; the only thing my mind can process is the perfect wet pussy right in front of me. I suck on her over the fabric, her juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her thong goes dry. With a flick of my fingers I push it to the side then, my lips meeting her folds. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth. How can a woman taste this fucking amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.

  Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, disheveling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so fucking sweet.

  I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, I can already feel her bre
athing becoming even harder. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.

  Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her folds, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers, and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, her fingers like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go fucking insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out. I’m fucking devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Ashley can tame.

  I keep on sucking and licking until I feel her close to the verge of ecstasy. Then I keep going, her moan turning into a loud sigh as she arches her back against the wall, her body becoming as tense as a coiled spring.

  Thrusting hard against my mouth, she comes hard, holding my head in place as I feel sweet little spasms taking over the muscles in her thighs. Only when the pressure in her fingers eases up do I pull back, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. I put the leg she has over my shoulder down on the floor and stand up, her dress falling down over her waist and covering her. I almost reach for it, anxious to simply rip it off and shred it to pieces, but saner thoughts prevail and, somehow, I manage to control my urges.

  “You taste so fucking amazing,” I whisper against her ear, my cock tenting my boxer briefs and pants. “I love how your pussy tastes, Ashley.”

  A smile on her lips, she opens her eyes slowly and purrs, her words driving me completely insane.

  “Let me taste it then,” she says, and I’m leaning forward toward her before I have even understood her words. Before our lips touch, she runs her tongue from my chin to my mouth, taking in her own fluids; then, our mouths pressed tight against each other, we both part our lips and let our tongues wrestle against one another, my hands all over her perfect body.

  I press my body against her, my crotch on her inner thigh. She moves her leg teasingly, rubbing my hard cock and almost making me lose my sanity. Pulling back from her kiss, I take one deep breath, my heart beating so fast I’m feeling fucking dizzy. Once again I look over my shoulder, trying to make sure that the alley we’re in remains deserted. I’m so fucking hard I can’t even think straight, so I have to blink my eyes twice before my brain can process that yes, we’re still alone in our hidden New York corner.

  “I want your mouth on me,” I find myself saying, a grin dawning on my lips. “I want you to open that little mouth of yours, and I want to fuck it.”

  She grins back at me, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

  “Or what?” Sassy, yes, but she already knows how I play this game.

  “There’s no 'or' with me,” I tell her, my fingers on the nape of her neck. “On your knees,” I command her, the tone of my voice leaving no room for a challenge. She goes down on her knees at once, her hands sliding down my chest until she has her fingers hooked on my belt. With her index finger she traces the contour of my cock, her eyes locked on it. As she starts to unbuckle my belt my cock pushes harder against my pants, pulsing with raw uncontrollable desire. Fuck, I need this bad.

  My belt taken care of, she starts to unbutton my pants, my cock pushing out. I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh sharply as she presses the palm of her hand against it, massaging my shaft with slow cautious movements. Then, no warning at all, her fingers curl around the hem of my boxer briefs and she tugs them down; my cock jumps free immediately, the cool air of the street sending a shiver up my spine.

  I open my eyes, looking down at Ashley as she grabs my cock with her small delicate hand. I don’t really like to brag about my size but, seeing my member in her hand, I just can’t help but be impressed by it. Yeah, this is me—Arsen Hawke—the gift God sent to ladies on this Earth.

  As Ashley starts to stroke me, her hand moving back and forth over my shaft, I place both my hands on top of her head and run my fingers through her silky hair. Her head sways gently as I move my hands, her mouth dangerously close to my cock; her lips are slightly parted, as if she’s readying herself.

  “You want it?” I ask her, slightly moving my hips forward so that my glans is just an inch away from her delicious lips. She nods obediently, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

  “I do,” she replies, licking her lips. “A lot.”

  “Then open your mouth,” I tell her, her lips parting immediately. I take one hand off of her head and, placing my hand over hers, I grab my cock, pushing it down and aiming it straight at her mouth. I brush the tip over the gap between her lips, slowly moving my cock left and right. “I’m going to fill that sweet mouth of yours,” I tell her, gently moving my hips forward and pushing my glans inside her mouth. Both hands again on her head, I keep it in place as I push my cock deeper in, sliding it over her tongue until I can almost feel the back of her throat. “Suck for as long as you can… Soon enough it’s going to be deep inside your wet pussy.” As I speak, she wraps her lips hard around my shaft, almost as if my words were sending ripples of anticipation through her mind.

  With careful deliberate movements, she starts to bob her head back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a rhythmic pace. Then I hear something and I hold her head still, looking over my shoulder to the end of the alley; there’s a metallic rattle behind a trash can and then something falls to the ground. My heart kicks against my ribcage, but soon enough my surprise is replaced by relief—a ginger cat jumps into sight, quickly darting out of the alley as it spots us. Fuck, that damn cat really got me for a moment.

  One second later and I’ve already forgotten all about it: Ashley fights back against the hold I have on her, pushing her lips down my shaft until they meet the skin at the base. She pushes further down and I can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight, my whole length inside of her mouth. I don’t even know how she’s doing it. I have had many women trying this feat, but there’s always an inch or two they simply can’t fit inside their mouths. But Ashley isn’t one to give up; as her lips meet the base of my cock she looks up at me, slowly rolling her mouth back over my shaft.

  “Good girl,” I tell her with a grin. “It feels so fucking great to have my whole cock inside of your little mouth.” As a response, she goes back down again, her eyes never leaving mine as she moves. I breathe out deeply, trying to keep myself together as she starts to caress my balls with one hand. Sweet Jesus, if this continues for too long I’m going to fucking cum in her mouth. Not that I’d mind; I just can’t allow myself to come without feeling her pussy lips wrapped tight around my cock. That’d just be sad.

  Wanting to take control, I grab her head harshly, forcing her to stop moving. The moment she’s still, I start to thrust, fucking her mouth just like I promised her I would. I look down, my heart beating fast as I watch my shaft flying in and out of her mouth. I go fast, as fast as I can, closing my eyes as I feel my insides clenching. I force myself to slow down until I stop, my cock spasming inside her mouth as I take a deep breath, stopping myself from coming. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy fucking task—right now I want nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with my cum and see it drip down her chin to between her breasts. I can already imagine myself scooping whatever spilled out of her mouth with my tongue. Yeah, Ashley drives me fucking crazy, I know. And hell, I just love it. I've never had a woman make me feel like this; each time she touches me I'm another step closer to losing control.

  I pull my cock out of her mouth, the tip popping out with an audible sound. “Come here,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and making her go up to her feet. The moment she’s standing right in front of me, I waste no time: I take one step forward, pinning her body against the wall as I press my mouth against hers. We kiss in abandonment, my hands going down from her waist to her thighs
, hurriedly lifting her dress up. Her dress bunched up at the waist, I let my fingers go to her inner thighs and I flick her thong to the side, my heart almost exploding as I feel my glans rubbing against her wet folds.

  One hand guiding me, and then one thrust—I’m in like that, my thickness straining against her insides as my shaft slides deep inside of her. I can’t even tell you how fucking great her pussy feels. It doesn’t matter how many times I've fucked her; this feels fucking amazing. Her tightness around my thick cock is unlike anything I've ever experienced… And I’ve fucked virgins, experienced women, young and old; I’ve ran through the whole catalog and I've never found someone like Ashley. Yeah, I know I’m praising everything about her, but what can I do? It’s just the truth!

  “You’re so tight,” I whisper in her ear, rocking my body against hers as I thrust. “I could fuck you forever.”

  “I want you to,” she says, all her tears and fears from just minutes ago long forgotten. All that matters now is this sweet surrender to our carnal urges… The rest are just details. Right now, my cock inside of her, everything is right with the universe. Every little fucking thing.

  I cup her ass as I fuck her, my thrusts becoming faster as I lean in to kiss her. My hands squeeze her ass hard, and then I slide it under her thong, the warm curves of her buttocks making my cock throb harshly inside of her. I run my outstretched fingers over her ass crack, my mind close to the boiling point. I’m thrusting so hard I don’t even know how she manages to take it; I usually moderate my intensity, not wanting to hurt women with my huge cock, but I just can’t control myself with her. Whenever I’m with Ashley, it’s all the way or no way. And, as amazing as it is, she keeps up with me. True, around Arsen Hawke most girls turn into insatiable little creatures, but Ashley… Oh, Ashley is different: not only is she insatiable, she turns me into a hungry beast as well.