The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophia Hampton

  Grabbing his cock, she squeezed hard and tried to get as close to the base as she could before she started the quick strokes with her hand. “Fuck. I want to come in your pussy.” Mark was pumping her hand like he’d not gotten laid in a while, and she knew his excitement would save her at least for now. He released her head but kept his hand on her nipple, tugging and pulling. “Let me see your tits.” His frantic movements didn’t say much about his style as a lover, and she couldn’t remember how he was before. She knew he wasn’t the best she’d ever had, but he hadn’t seemed this eager and awkward before.

  She was torn between showing him her body with the chance of him wanting more and just showing him so he could come and they could go. The decision was taken out of her hands, as he moved to lift up her shirt.

  He managed to get her shirt up and her bra down, and he twiddled her nipple up and down with his thumb. “I want to suck ‘em. I want to stick my cock between these fuck bags and cover your face with my spunk.”

  She increased the speed and tightened her grasp on his cock. He was exciting himself with his own words and just thinking about coming on her face had him pumping like a mad man. Emma wished his brothers could see him now, fucking her fist like it was the finest pussy ever and pulling at her nipples like a teen with his first lay.

  “Let see how much cum you have built up in those big balls, Mark,” Emma said, hoping she could help him move this along. He was going to come hard. She could feel the throbbing and how close he was. When he looked up at her, she knew he just needed a little push; so, she used her other hand to roll his balls around and used her pointer finger to massage the spot between his balls and his ass.

  “Eat it, bitch. Put my cock in your mouth.” Mark shot his load on the floor of the grand room, and Emma was just happy it was over. She waited until he’d completed all of his jerks and settled down completely before she removed her hand.

  “Let me get something to clean this up,” she said, hoping that was it for now.

  He let go of the nipple he’d been pinching, and she could feel the soreness as the blood moved back to the area. Then, he pulled her back to him, leaned down, and sucked the other one into his mouth, making her stomach turn.

  “You’ve got some damn fine titties, Emma. I can’t wait until we have more time.” Mark stood back and stared at her boobs, like they were going to say something. She wished they could talk, so they could tell him to go fuck himself.

  She backed up and went to pull down her shirt, but he stopped her.

  “Leave your tits out. I want to see you jiggling around as you clean up my seed from the floor.”

  As she moved away from him, she knew the best line of action was to keep her mouth closed—but damned if she didn’t want to hit him in the head with one of those chairs and pull his dick off when he was unconscious. In the end, she did what he asked and cleaned up while he rubbed his limp cock—probably trying to get it hard so they could do more.

  When she finished, she put herself together, and she didn’t care what he thought of her pulling her shirt down. He walked her out of the club, squeezing and pawing her ass.

  “Are you going to do this all the time when we walk together?” She wanted to get to know what he expected of her since they didn’t get the memo the day before. Plus, she was at a loss at what he wanted beside his cock sucked and his wick stuck into her.

  “I can do what I want. I want to fuck every hole you have, but since I can’t, I’m just teasing myself by touching your body. I hope you’ve never had your ass reamed because I love fucking a tight asshole. I know you like to suck cock, Emma; so, we’ll take my car over to Shaffer’s just in case I get a hard on you need to take care of.” He smacked her ass like an exclamation mark, and she decided that if he wanted her to suck his cock in his car, she would definitely be throwing up all over him. His touch made her heave and his uncaring manner made her mad and set her on edge. He opened the door like a gentleman, but then he grabbed her and quickly lifted up her shirt and nibbled her nipple through her bra.

  “It’s going to be hard not to suck on these all the time, sugar tits.” Mark smiled like he’d made a grand joke, but he didn’t let her go. “You think maybe I should have you sit on my lap at the bar so everyone can come congratulation us at the same time. Then, you could give me a lap dance while we talk to our friends. Grind your ass on my cock and get me hard for you. When we come back, I’ll fuck you until morning.”

  She just stared at him, and he pulled down her bra to suck on her for a few more seconds. He looked around like he didn’t want anyone to see them, but she knew in her heart he wanted an audience to see what was happening.

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  “Have a seat my dear,” he said, allowing her to sit in the car—even though her breast was still hanging out. She got herself together again and put on her seatbelt.

  “Why did you put my toys away? I was going to fuck with you all the way to the bar. Then, you’d be as pumped up as I am.”

  “That’s alright. I’d just like to get to the bar in one piece. We can get to the good part later.” Her voice sounded droll and sarcastic, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to bring her tone out of the gutter. Not the sexy sweet gutter people talk about but the dirty, yucky, shit-filled sewers.

  “Sounds like a plan, but don’t mind me if I need a few more sucks and rubs throughout the night.” Mark started the car. Emma didn’t know how this would turn out; but, she knew she was going to need some assistance from Rafe.

  Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she pulled it out to read the text. Think of the devil and the devil appears. That’s what Miss Marlene used to say all the time, even though that saying used to scare the piss out of her. Rafe’s number popped up on her screen, and she was trying not to be so excited and happy. The wrong move would have Mark looking at her phone, and even though she could lock it, she wouldn’t be that fast. She put his number under Miss Marlene, so if he called or texted she would know it was him.

  Miss Marlene: What are you up to tonight?

  “Who’s that?” Mark said, already possessive and demanding.

  “Just someone wanting to know where we are.”

  “Tell them you were playing with my cock and couldn’t be pulled away.” He laughed like he was the world’s funniest comedian, and she wanted to shove her phone in his mouth and tell him to suck on that.

  “I’ll tell them we’re on our way.” Emma looked over at Mark to make sure his eyes were on the road before she looked down and tapped out a quick message.

  In a bit of a jam but can’t talk about it now. I’ll be at Shaffer’s Tavern tonight.

  She erased the message and put her phone away, thankful that the bar wasn’t that far away. By the time she finished acting like she was so busy putting on her make-up and messing around with her phone, they were in the parking lot. Now, she hoped she was going to be grope-free.

  “Last chance to suck on my meat stick before we go in. Not that I wouldn’t let you do it in front of the guys. I love how you suck me off. I’m getting hard just thinking about it, and now you’re all mine to use and fuck how I want.” He pulled her over to him and moaned like wounded bear into her mouth. She could only plaster a fake smile on because she was so afraid that this would be her life.

  “Let’s go, sugar tits,” Mark said, as he exited the car. No more gentlemanly help from him. She thought about the last time when he helped her in the car but now knew that was probably just a way to get a few more feels and pokes at her body. He slammed the door and walked off, not even waiting for her.

  She walked into the bar and was greeted by the friendly faces she always saw at these functions. Although she rarely got drunk, she was feeling like she needed and wanted to be somewhere other than in her present reality. Just thinking about having to go home and fuck Mark had her accepting a drink from her friend, Tricia, when she offered, and she asked for a double bourbon.

  “Wow. A double bourbon? Is it that ba
d, sweetheart?” Tricia was one of her favorite people in the house, and she wished she could tell her what was going on. She had a lot on her shoulders, and she hadn’t ever had a secret this good. What stopped Emma from sharing her tale was the fact that her friend and the jerk of a new president seemed to be a little closer now than they were last night. She didn’t know what that meant, so she’d have to keep quiet.

  In the end, Emma just shrugged because she didn’t want to bad mouth Mark. She scanned the room and saw him watching her, even though he was surrounded by his buddies.

  “That one has had his eye on you for a good long while. Even after he had sex with you, he remained fascinated. It was no surprise to me that he picked you, just like it was no surprise to me he was the jumpiest when you couldn’t be found last night.”

  Emma turned to look at her friend and noticed her drink had arrived. “He knew I was gone? That could be some of the reason he’s being so weird.” She tipped her head back and took the whole drink in one shot.

  “Whoa there, baby,” Tricia said with concern in her eyes, as she watched Emma choke and sputter after taking all that alcohol. “From a woman who drank a beer or so every once in a while to this? You are going to kill yourself.”

  “I’ll have another,” Emma called out to the bartender.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Tricia laid her hand over Emma’s and the warmth was almost more than she could stand. Although Tricia was only a few years older than Emma, she was an old woman in terms of experience. She’d been in the streets long before she got to the club, but she wasn’t a woman who whined about what could have been. This woman dealt with what was, and she did it with style and grace. However, Emma still didn’t think she was the best counsel for this particular problem.

  “Not particularly.” Emma turned back and looked for her drink, hoping it came quickly. She needed a follow-up to the first one.

  “No one is going to ask the question of where you went last night because they’re afraid to hear the answer. Is the answer something that’s going to cause trouble for us Emma?” Her friend’s low comforting voice actually made her more anxious. Although she may pretend not to know the answer, the truth was that there was a possibility there would be a bit of trouble from what she’d done.

  “Not now, Tricia. Please.” Emma had noticed the pink elephant in the room along with everyone else, but if they weren’t going to grill her about it, fine. She’d like to let it go until she could come up with something that would appease everyone—if she could just figure out what that was.

  “Just know that I’m here if you need me.” Tricia watched as the bartender put down another drink in front of her. “Be careful with that drinking. You haven’t done much, and you don’t want him to have to carry you home do you?”

  “Hell no,” Emma said and thought better of downing this drink as quickly as she had the first one.

  Tricia called the bartender. “Honey, be a love and get us a big ole glass of water.” The bartender nodded and left to fill the order. The women usually sat at the bar away from the men and talked about whatever floated their boats. Plus, the drinks were on the Reapers’ tab, so she didn’t have to worry about that.

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  The door opened across the bar, and she saw Rafael walk in. Just like that, her spirits were lifted. She knew better than to say a word or even act like she’d seen him, even though the other women in her party were already whispering and giggling about the handsome rival. They all knew they weren’t ever allowed to touch, but that didn’t stop the women from looking until their hearts were content. She tried not to gawk like all the other women sitting around her, but she did take him in and was happy that she didn’t look out of place doing so.

  He walked straight to the Tribesmen’s side of the room and greeted a few of his brothers before sitting down and ordering something from the waitress. He didn’t look their way at all, and she wondered what that meant. She knew that he couldn’t just walk over and talk to her, but she was expecting…she didn’t know what…but she was expecting something.

  She wanted to scream “Look at me” but knew that was the fastest way to cause a rift in this non-rift facility. He obtained his beverage and then casually looked around and when he found her, his eyes slid by like she was no one. Did he know how to play the game? Or did that dismissal mean something? He must because she knew his eyes didn’t hold the same anxiety and excitement that hers did. She looked for Mark and found him deep in conversation with a few of the fellas, causing her to feel relief in her heart. He hadn’t noticed that she’d been eyeing another guy. Thank goodness, because he seemed the type to cause her a problem if she wasn’t looking at him and only him.

  “I think I’m going to go to the bathroom, Tricia. That drink isn’t agreeing with me.” That was partially true, but the other reason was with him so close by she couldn’t resist being able to say something to him.

  “Do you want me to come with you?” Tricia was concerned, and Emma didn’t want that. She was trying to lose an audience not have a helper. She needed privacy and time to do what she wanted and needed to do.

  “No, I’m a big girl. I can throw up all by myself,” she told Tricia and watched her friend turn a slight shade of green.

  “Oh, shut up you,” Tricia giggled and waved Emma away. Emma knew that Tricia couldn’t stand to be around people who were expelling the contents of their stomachs, and she used that information to her advantage.

  She tried to get up and walk to the bathroom without being noticed. There was no plan, and she didn’t really have an idea of what would come next. She just knew that she wanted to talk to Rafe for a few minutes by herself. It was do or die, and even though those weren’t the words she should be saying to herself in this predicament, they were the truest words available.

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

  Rafe could almost feel Emma’s anxiety greet him at the door. He didn’t know what had happened, but he wanted to. As he’d walked into Shaffer’s, he had spotted her and that gorgeous hair immediately. It was hard to act as if he hadn’t, especially when he could see her wanting some sort of acknowledgement from his peripheral vision. When he entered the bar, he rarely looked over at the Reapers’ side of the joint because the women usually ate him up with their eyes. Not that he minded—but with this being a place where no shit was supposed to be started or finished, it was good practice to keep his eyes away from their area. The Reapers’ women were a lusty lot; it was a wonder those guys never started any trouble with them about that.

  When he’d sat down, he couldn’t help but look at the women at the bar. He noticed them all but had zoned in on only one, as he tried to get into a conversation the men were having about getting more bang for the Tribesmen’s buck. This group of guys were the planners, and they’d done a great job of coming up with ideas to keep the club lucrative and current. He wasn’t needed at this gathering, but since he’d gotten a message that Emma was going to be here, it gave him a good reason to stop in. Rafe used the mirror against the wall to take in what was going on with Emma without being obvious that he was watching her. After everything had calmed down in the bar, he noticed that she’d looked his way a few times before she stood up and went to the bathroom.

  This was going to be tricky, as there were bathrooms for both sides so there would be less of a chance to mingle. However, he’d been out with the owner’s daughter a few times, and she’d shown him how the bathrooms were actually connected.

  “I’ll be right back, guys,” Rafe told his boys. They barely registered that he was leaving because they were really into the new ideas that they were trying to put together.

  He entered the men’s bathroom on their side and unlatched the hidden door in the supply closet. This took him to the hallway where the bathrooms were on the other side. He was thankful that the hallway was empty, and he thought about the wisdom of this move. His adrenaline was pumping because this risky move was crazy in the scheme of things. Wh
at the hell would he say if a Reaper found him on their side of the bathroom? He knocked lightly just as his phone buzzed from a text.

  Emma: I’m in the bathroom

  He texted back.

  I’m at the bathroom door. Open up.

  She opened up the door and quickly pulled him in. Emma was all over him, and it was all he could do to try to contain her passionately writhing body in his arms. She felt so good, but he knew that now was really not the time or place.

  “Emma, what’s wrong.” Rafe looked her up and down trying to determine if she was physically alright. She looked fine until he got to her eyes. She’d settled down for a quick second, but her eyes looked haunted and she looked a bit tipsy. “How much have you had to drink?” Rafe was getting a bit concerned because she wasn’t acting like she had been when he’d left her a few hours ago.