Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  An almost too violent shiver goes up my spine as his words float inside my head. It’s almost as if he could read my mind. Am I being this obvious?

  “You’re wrong about one thing,” I whisper back, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. “If anything, I’d be the one fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before…” If he thinks I’m going to roll over and allow myself to be won over by his words, he’s dead wrong. I know how to talk back—and besides, my words are not empty… I mean what I say.

  “You talk a lot… I’m not sure if there’s any weight behind your words.”

  There he goes again, almost as if I he can look straight into my head and read what I’m hiding there. As he speaks, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes; he’s teasing me, trying to sink his own hooks into me.

  “I always mean what I say... But, as much as you want to fuck me right now… And I know you do… This is just an audition,” I purr, the movement of my hips contradicting the words in my lips. This is everything but an audition, my body seems to say.

  I grin, satisfied at the raging desire I see burning in his eyes. He leans in, his parted lips going straight for one hard nipple, but I move fast, tangling my fingers in his hair, I grab him and force him to throw his head back.

  “You have to behave,” I tell him, my words like a moan as I start to furiously grind against him. “We’re not alone, you know?”

  “Fuck that,” he breathes out, and tries to fight back against the hold I have on him. “I do what I want.”

  “Maybe…” I lean into him, my lips almost touching his. “But I’m the one in control here. Not you. This is my audition, remember?” I tell him, my words serving as a reminder to both of us. This is an audition, just an audition, I tell myself over and over again. My own thoughts sound like a lie, though—the way he looks at me, the way his parted lips seem to ache for a kiss… Oh, this is everything but a regular audition.

  “Yes, it’s your audition. And you’re here to impress me,” he continues to tease me, trying to make me lose all control. He’s a dangerous man to fool around with, that much is certain; step too close to the fire, and you get burned for your troubles.

  “Oh, you’re telling me you’re not impressed yet?” With both my hands on his shoulder, I push his shirt down his arms, and then run my fingertips over the firm contour of his pectorals. I slow down the movement of my hips, and lean back just enough for me to place my hand against his abdominal wall. His abs are like steel, their perfect outline like something out of a wild (and definitely very wet) dream. As my fingers slide down his abs, I finally reach his pants and grab at them. I lock eyes with them, and then pull as harshly as I can. All the buttons pop out at the same time, and I hear him exhale sharply.

  “Maybe I’m impressed,” he grins, placing both his hands on my ass. This time, I say nothing. “Maybe not.”

  “You men… Terrible liars, all of you.” With that, I turn my hand and press hard against his cock. His chest starts rising and falling at a hurried pace, and I can almost see the struggle raging inside of him; he wants me, but he can do nothing about it… Not while there are people in the room, at least.

  Stretching my fingers wide, I cup his balls, and I think that his cock becomes even harder than before. Overwhelmed by the urge to feel him, my skin on his, I let my hand go over his shaft again, and then I slide it under his boxer briefs. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this; maybe I’m going too far now… But what the hell; you win by taking risks, not by playing it safe. And this is exactly the kind of risk that I like to take.

  Breathing hard, I curl my fingers around his thickness and start to move my hand in an up and down motion. While I stroke him, I lean into him, and with my lips against his ear, I let a barely audible moan tumble out of my lips. At the sound of my voice, I feel the pressure of his hands on my ass cheeks growing, and that just makes me stroke him harder and harder.

  “You want to fuck me bad, don’t you?” I whisper against his ear once more, and then gently nibble at it. I’m voicing my own cravings and desires, but as the words come out of my mouth, it all turns into a teasing spell. It’s almost a shame that I’m on a mission; I don’t come across men like Ethan often. No, let me rephrase that: I have never come across a man like him.

  “Not as much as you want to fuck me,” comes his reply, his words cutting across all the bullshit. “You can act, but you’re not fooling me.” I have no way of telling if he really sees through me, or if he’s just bluffing. Either way, it doesn’t matter; it’s all part of an intricate dance, one where seduction and lust dictates the next move.

  “What if I do? What if I want to push my thong to the side and let you fuck me…? Right here, right now?”

  “You talk a lot, Brittney,” he almost growls, and hooks his fingers on the small string of my thong that laces my outer thigh. “You might think you’re in control… But you have no fucking idea. If I wanted to have you, I would. Right here, in front of all these people… I don’t give a fuck.”

  “Then why don’t you, Ethan?” he pauses for a few seconds, and I even stop moving my hand. I know that everything hangs in this moment; if he really goes for it and decides to fuck me here, I might have blown the whole thing. I’m not sure how much he will care about me after fucking me on the first try. Men like him are quick to move on, and that’s exactly what I don’t want to happen… I need to worm myself into his life and this company long enough for me to see this job through. Whatever it takes.

  “Because…” he seems to look for the right words, and then takes his hand to my face. He brushes two of his fingers against one cheek, and them grabs me by the hair. Yanking on it, he forces my head back and presses his lips against my neck. “You intrigue me. And I like intriguing women.”

  I gasp as he pulls on my hair, but inside, I’m sighing with relief. What would I do if he tried to fuck me? I’d have to keep playing him, and so I’d have to stop him and keep on teasing… The problem is, I’m not sure that I would've been able to do that.

  “I told you before,” I say, taking my hand from his boxer briefs. “You never met a woman like me.” Moving fast, I clash one forearm against his and force him to let go of my hair; in the same flowing movement, I place both my hands on his hair and now it’s my turn to pull. He throws his head back, exhaling in surprise, and I lean into him. Parting my lips, I let my tongue out and brush it against the crevice between his lips. I can feel his whole body tensing up, and there’s even a slight movement in his neck, but I keep him in place. He wants to kiss me, and God, so do I, but I won’t let it happen. Not now. A kiss has to be earned, and I’ll make him work for it.

  “That remains to be seen…” he tells me, looking me straight in the eye. He’s dying for more of me; I can read it in his face. And, well… I’m also dying for more. Grabbing his hair by the root, I start to sway my hips violently, grinding against him as harshly as I can. My pussy is pressed tight against his hard cock, and even though there are still layers of fabric between the two of us; I don’t let that stop me. Right now, I’m not doing this for him; I’m doing it for me.

  I ride him as if we were fucking, and even though I’m just grinding against his thickness, I feel a coiled tension building up inside of me. Fierce and wild, it’s still in its chains… But it won’t take long to break free. I know I should keep my cool right now, but I can’t stop myself. How could I say no to pleasure when it’s breathing down my neck and whispering my name?

  As the tension inside my muscles grows into a thunderstorm, I have to grit my teeth. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let pleasure wash all over me. My jaw is hurting, but I refuse to open my mouth; if I do it, I won’t be able to stop myself from moaning or screaming. As fireworks go off inside my head, I do my best to hide it from everyone. Building up all the tension between Ethan and I is key, and I can’t allow anyone to figure out how much I’m enjoying this. In a wicked way, the more I try to pretend my brain isn’t frying right now, the more the fangs of
pleasure bury themselves into my soul.

  Even though I remain silent, my mind, body, and soul are screaming inwardly. Ecstasy rages me through like a vicious flood, and even my pussy is spasming. God, what I wouldn’t give to fuck him right here, right now.

  My muscles are twitching, and there’s an urge inside of me to surrender to a feverish frenzy, but I hold my own and keep grinding against him. Then my entire body tenses and it's as if a fiery hot bolt of electricity is coursing through me—head to toe.

  I steady myself by gripping Ethan's strong, hard chest. And the next moment, I explode. A million mini internal fireworks are popping off and my pussy is spasming harder and faster than I've ever felt before. I feel like I want to collapse, but I can't.

  I have to maintain my composure. I open my eyes—I realize I had them squeezed shut—and I take a deep breath. Did he notice? It's hard to say.

  God, I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I didn’t want it to be over this quickly. I could keep going like this forever… Of course, but then I probably wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of his cock. Hey, what can I say? I was having fun. Lots of it.

  I take one deep breath, and acting as solemnly as I can, I let go of his hair and sit up. The audition is over. It’s just the first step in a long ladder of strategic moves, but it’s done at least. And I think I nailed it, although I started my little show feeling as confident as I could, I have to admit I was a bit afraid of screwing the whole thing up.

  “I hope you enjoyed it,” I merely say, dismounting him as I speak. It almost hurts to do it, but I have to act as coldly as I can. Acting like a true professional, my personality goes from lewd and seductive to straightforward; my audition is done. I turn my back to Ethan and pick my bra and dress from the floor; as if nothing happened, I get dressed as casually as possible. He remains frozen in place, unmoving, and I’m sure that a river of raging adrenaline is still coursing through his veins.

  As I walk back to my seat, I can’t help but look at him once again. Looking back over my shoulder, I smile and give him a wink for good measure. I know he’s going to be thinking of me for the rest of the day, and that’s exactly what I want.

  Even though Ethan is just a target, one thing is for sure: he’s going to be in my dreams tonight. And I can’t wait to meet him there.

  112

  Ethan

  "I'd say girls 25, 26, and 27 were our strongest candidate," Joel says, an eager smile plastered across his face. He's leaning back in his chair, his arms held above his head. He's swiveling back and forth. He seems pretty happy with the turnout at the audition. And I am too.

  Of course he'd list girls 25 and 27, I think to myself. They fucking had their lips wrapped around his fucking cock, and he sure didn't hide the fact that he was enjoying it. He was anything but shy. He was downright eager. But if it were up to me, I'd say girl 26 was the hottest fucking prospect.

  How does Joel not see that? Maybe because she was in my lap, not his. That ass. Those legs. Those smoldering eyes framed by a waterfall of blonde hair that flows down to her shoulders. I mean, the woman gave my cock its own heartbeat for god's sake!

  What more can I ask for? And whom am I kidding? Of course it's up to me who we hire. It's my fucking company. I'll hire whomever the fuck I want to.

  "I'm telling you, girl number 26 is a star waiting to fucking happen," I say with total conviction. I put my hands up in the air, palms up, in a gesture that says this is a no-brainer. "I don't even know why we're still having this discussion."

  "Is she a star, or does this have to do with the fact that she seemed to be all over you during that audition?" Joel asks. "I mean, she only had eyes for you. She never once looked in my direction or acknowledged my existence. In fact, the entire room didn't exist to her—if it wasn't for your presence."

  I nearly roll my eyes. "Don't sound so jealous Joel," I laugh.

  "Are you guys referring to Brittney?" Cheryl asks me, looking down at her stack of papers. She looks up and eyes me suspiciously because I'm not normally in these meetings. It's like she's known me long enough to have a sixth sense or something. I know what she's thinking too. She's looking at me like some overprotective mother hen. I have to play it cool, like I really don't give a fuck about woman number 26, just to keep her from giving me that fucking annoying sideways glance of hers.

  "We also have those twins… Bella and Ella… that could make for some interesting video shots and story lines," Joel chimes in. "That's every guy's fantasy, isn't it?"

  "The two brunettes? Speak for yourself. You think just because they're twins with big tits that they'd be perfect for Illicit Entertainment? That they're star material? Please. Give me a fucking break. They're boring. They're predictable," I yawn.

  "What's with you this week?" Cheryl asks. "You're acting different."

  "Because I give a shit about who's cast this month? There's nothing fucking different about me. Illicit Entertainment is my brainchild. Can you blame me for wanting to make sure we cast a real star this month? We have a lot fucking riding on our new technology. We've sunk millions into it. We're taking this company into the next fucking century and beyond—now's not the time to take our foot off the gas pedal."

  This seems to make sense to her—or maybe she's still wrapping her head around it all—but she shrugs her shoulders. She looks back at her clipboard and reads through the audition list again.

  "OK, so does this mean that women numbers 25 and 27—Ella and Bella—are out?" Cheryl asks.

  "Why can't we just bring on all three?" Joel suggests. He clearly doesn't want to let those girls go.

  I sigh and continue to make my case. "Of course it means they're out, Cheryl. And Joel, if this were simply about bringing on more women—sure, we could hire all three. Hell, we could hire a thousand in the next hour! But let's remember what we set out to do with this audition. Are you forgetting? The point was to find the industry's next big star—a super star for our new platform! And a star isn't predictable. She has an almost ethereal quality that hooks you in. Do you understand what I'm saying here? She carries a unique, dynamic draw. She's sexy, but confident. She's the woman who's just beyond your reach."

  "Ok, we get it," Joel says. "She needs to be some creature of almost mythical status."

  "No, that's not it," I continue. "It's real simple. This next star needs to be Brittney. She showed us that she had it all during her audition. The smoking hot body. The penetrating gaze. The fucking attitude. It's the don't-fuck-with-me attitude. She was a woman on a mission, and we can fulfill that mission. Look—let's hire her. You'll see what kind of porn-star material that she is. And you'll feel ridiculous for ever doubting me."

  Joel nods at me in agreement, but Cheryl doesn't seem totally convinced yet.

  "Why was she so laser focused on you, Ethan?" Cheryl says. "Doesn't that seem odd?"

  "Cheryl, you're overanalyzing this," I say. "It's not fucking odd at all. This is a porn audition we're talking about. She did what she needed to do."

  "Okay, I trust you," Cheryl nods.

  I'm glad they finally agree, but do they really have a choice? Not if they still want their jobs. It's nice to have them on the same page, but at the end of the day, I don't need their approval. I look down at my Apple watch. Not only has it been buzzing non-stop with emails from the press regarding Illicit Escape announcement—it seems everyone and their mother wants to give it a whirl—but my watch also shows me that it's 11:05. I'm five minutes late to my next meeting.

  "You'll have to excuse me," I say. I push my chair back and stand up. I fix my suit coat and straighten my silk tie. "This has been productive, don't you think? It's going to be a great month."

  I walk out the door and continue down the hall when I feel the presence of someone behind me. I can hear what sounds like a woman's heels clicking against the hard floor. I turn around and see Cheryl. She stops, and for a wordless moment, looks at me with her hands on her hips, and her lips scrunched. I haven't seen her strike this
kind of pose in a while.

  "Do you have something you need to say to me?" she asks. I can practically see her shoe tapping against the floor in irritation.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

  "Come on Ethan. I've known you forever," she says with a look of exasperation. It's a look that says she didn't believe a word I said during our meeting.

  "I really don't know what you're talking about," I maintain with a shrug. "Does this have anything to do with our meeting just now? Because everything is fine. I mean it. You have to believe me Cher—"

  "You better watch yourself," she says, cutting me off. Her brows are knitted in seriousness. It reminds me of an angry caterpillar.

  "Now you're acting like the crazy one," I say, throwing my hands up. "I mean come on. Do you even hear yourself right now? I don't know what kind of story you've been spinning in your head, but—"

  "Stop it, Ethan. I've known you for too damn long. Since when have you ever cared so much about hiring a particular porn actress for this company?"

  "Well, I—" I begin, before she cuts me off.

  "I'll give you the answer, Ethan—it's never," she says. "Not once. So why now? Who the hell cares if we hire Ella and Bella with the big tits, versus some skinny blonde that can hold your gaze?"

  "She's not just some skinny blonde," I say. "I see a certain quality in her. A star quality."

  "Oh come on!" Cheryl laughs. "Are you serious? Some woman with a perfect body and who only has eyes for you makes you lose your head all of a sudden? I can see it in your face. You personally like this one."

  "What a joke—I do not! This is pure business," I reply.

  "I'll say this again because I care, Ethan," Cheryl says. "Watch yourself. This is—"

  "You're treating me like you're either my mother or a jealous lover."

  "Stop, Ethan," she continues. "And let me finish. This is a business of sex and flesh."