Baby For The Mountain Man: A Secret Baby Mountain Man Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  He moved his hands down my waist, creating flutters in the pit of my stomach, and reached my backside, palming it affectionately. My pussy throbbed faster, anticipating his next move...

  “How does this feel?” he asked me, his thumbs dangerously close to my pussy.

  I imagined those thumbs sliding underneath my panties and brushing against my swollen clitoris, and just that thought made me wet.

  “Mmm, amazing,” I purred and pinched my brows together when his hands slid around my waist to my breasts, covering them. Oh, that was amazing...

  He kneaded them slowly, bringing more heat to my mound, and my nipples hardened.

  “And how does this feel?”

  I wanted him. I wanted him to put his mouth on me. I wanted every single dirty thing I could think of.

  I thrashed against the mattress, moaning louder when tension coiled inside of me. “Ah... Even better...”

  He moved my hair to the side and left an open-mouthed kiss on my neck before he proceeded to leave small kisses all over my shoulders. His fingers pinched my nipple, eliciting a bolt of pleasure in me, while he moved his other hand down my belly to my pussy. He pushed his hand inside my undies and moved it through my folds.

  “Already wet for me. Perfect,” he whispered into my ear and flickered my sensitive nub. “And how about this?”

  “Ah!” I jolted, instantly overwhelmed. I needed more. “It feels exactly like what I need. Please...”

  He nibbled my earlobe and wrapped his mouth around it, sucking my skin. I moaned once more, grabbing the sheets like my life depended on it.

  “Please what, sweetheart? You have to tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

  “Please, touch my pussy. I need you to touch me.” I turned into a shameless woman next to him, but I didn’t even care, addicted to everything that was Bryce.

  “Fuck me, you’re so hot.”

  He lay down to his side and spooned me, never letting go of my breast and core. He continued his double stimulation, his palm rubbing against my nipple as his other hand worked on my vulva and clit. I writhed against him, spreading my legs wider to allow him access, incredibly wet now.

  “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he growled and pushed his fingers through my folds, reaching my entrance. He ground against my ass, becoming even harder. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Chloe. What happened between us last night wasn’t nearly enough.”

  He probed my hole with two digits and thrust them all the way inside, pinching my nipple at the same time.

  “Bryce!” I arched my back and screamed, pushing my hips to meet his hand.

  “You like this, huh?” He pinched my nipple again and began fingering me.

  “I love it...”

  My hips moved relentlessly, meeting his fingers, and I could barely breathe. The intensity of his thrusts became much stronger, especially when he added two more fingers, completely stretching me, and I was so close...

  “Don’t stop, Bryce! Please don’t stop!”

  My sloshing pussy grew even wetter, and I was sure I was leaving a big wet trail on the sheets, but the thought only made me more aroused...

  “Bryce!”

  I broke into many pieces, thrashing against him uncontrollably, each aftershock bringing me more pleasure.

  The force of my orgasm left my body spent, so when Bryce moved from me to grab a condom, I could only lie down and stare at the ceiling in daze, too sated to move even a finger.

  “Now, come here,” he said, having already undressed and rolled on the condom. My eyes roamed over his well-defined body, taking in each muscle and sexy line of his body. His manhood was standing upright proudly, another glorious part of him that made my mouth dry.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me until I was lying on the edge of the bed with my legs on the floor. Kneeling in between my legs, he positioned his cock at my entrance and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.

  With a hard thrust, he filled me completely, never taking his eyes off of me as he waited for me to get used to his size.

  “Ah... I grabbed his wrist and let a long moan out, drowning in the surge of ecstasy.

  “Finally,” he muttered and raised my butt high in the air, starting to pound me fast. “I just love how tight you are. You feel so good, sweetheart.”

  His voice had changed, becoming hoarse, just like his face that was now twisted in pure pleasure. I couldn’t look away from him, the way he was watching me keeping me under a spell, and pressure grew stronger in me.

  My pussy was even more sensitive now after my orgasm, so each thrust brought something that was almost more than I could bear. Bringing my legs over his shoulders, he penetrated me even deeper, hitting my cervix, and the pleasure mixed with pain, taunting me.

  “Yes! Don’t stop!”

  He squeezed my breasts and drove into me, drilling me, and I felt seconds away from coming...

  “Yes, just like that... I’m coming...”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  He pushed into me one more time before we orgasmed together, our grunts and moans filling the hot air, and my mind went blank.

  I’d probably dozed off, since the next thing I knew, I was in Bryce’s arms on the way to the bathroom.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve prepared something for you.”

  He entered the dimly-lit bathroom and headed straight for the tub. The hot water caressed my skin soothingly when he lowered me down and joined me a moment later.

  I snuggled up to his chest, letting my head fall against his shoulder when his arms snaked around my waist from behind. I could sense his erection on my back, and my mound contracted immediately, hungry for more.

  “You have no idea how good I feel next to you, Chloe. I don’t know what you’re doing to me but whatever it is don’t stop it.”

  My chuckle at his words transformed into a loud moan when his fingers wrapped around my breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. I grew restless when he moved his hand down my stomach, almost reaching my mound, and then up, coming back to my chest. He repeated this a couple of times, teasing me, and I was ready to beg him to do something—anything—to me.

  “You respond so well to me.” His mouth trailed my neck languidly, moving across all the right places. “I just love your soft skin...” He lowered his hand to my navel, circling it, and reached my core. “I love your smell.” He inhaled deeply and tugged at my earlobe. “And I love your soft pussy.”

  He cupped me and began rubbing me with the heel of his palm, grinding himself against me slowly, and our moans mixed together.

  “And I love when you touch me like this. Oh, you’re going to make me come...”

  He sped up his movements, this time rubbing my clit with his thumb while his middle finger moved around my entrance. I arched my back when he started fingering me, relentlessly thrusting inside of me as he ground faster against me. The pressure reached its peak, and I came with a scream, writhing against his rigid body as the waves of pleasure coursed through me on repeat.

  “Fuck. I need to be inside of you right now.”

  Before my orgasm even finished, he pushed me to my fours and plunged into me from behind, holding my hips in place as he drove inside me faster and faster.

  “Ah! So tight!”

  He grabbed my hair and jerked my head backward, making me look at him over my shoulder. “I need you to come for me again. I need your pussy to squeeze me like a fist... Come on.”

  His demanding words were a major turn-on, which was exactly what I needed to fall apart just three seconds later, calling his name in frenzy. I was hypersensitive now, unable to think about anything but the massive amount of pleasure he was creating in me.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t stand this anymore, beyond myself with ecstasy, he pulled out of me and jerked off, sending his cum all over my lower back and butt.

  He didn’t say anything as he tried to catch his breath, leaning his head against my shoulder. I w
as struggling with breath myself, my legs wobbly as I let him hold me for a while.

  “If we keep doing this, we’ll never get out of this room,” I joked when we got out of the bathroom half an hour later, freshly showered.

  “Yeah? Well, right now I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He moved away from me, his face turning serious. “But we will have to because we have dinner with my parents tonight.”

  I sat down on the bed, remembering that he’d mentioned we would be visiting his parents, and since it was his father’s birthday, the occasion was pretty special. “Oh boy. Now that you mention it, I feel a bit nervous.”

  He sat next to me and cupped my cheek, smirking at me. “Don’t be. Even though my mother can sometimes be too pushy and all, she’s cool, just like my father. I’m sure they will like you.”

  “Thank you. I know this might sound awkward, but have you brought a girl before to your house?”

  His smirk turned into a huge smile. “Only once. It didn’t end well.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  “Because she had a wild streak. We were seniors in high school, and in that period my mother was pushing me more than ever to focus on my studies and think about my future. I was a straight-A student, a future Ivy Leaguer, but she still worried about me. So, when I came with that girl for a family dinner, she blew her top and chased her out.”

  I gaped at him. “She chased her out?”

  “Yes. Can you imagine that?”

  “Oh wow. Poor girl.”

  “Yeah. You can imagine what happened after that. We broke up that same week.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It’s not like my heart was broken or anything.”

  “But what did you say to your mother?”

  “I told her that I won’t ever bring another girl to meet her again.”

  “Ouch. I take it she didn’t react well.”

  He ran his hand through my wet hair, his warm eyes following his fingers. “And that’s an understatement. Since then, she’s been pestering me to finally find a girlfriend and bring her to meet her, which was why she was more than happy to hear about you.”

  “About me?”

  “Yes.” He dropped his hand. “Which brings me to a favor I need to ask from you.”

  “Okay. Shoot.”

  “I didn’t tell my parents that I’m working on a business project here, because if they knew, they would give me a hard time. They’re always complaining about me working too hard and whatnot. So I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Can you do that?”

  7

  Bryce

  I waited for Chloe to come up with an answer, hoping I hadn’t crossed the line, although, if I were to be completely honest, that line had been crossed the moment I put my hands on her.

  She mulled over my question for several seconds, and I crossed my fingers that she would agree to it.

  I had thought about this a lot. I couldn’t quite divulge my plans for expanding my business to my parents because they had been clear about where they stood the first time I mentioned my plan to head along the entrepreneur route. They had thought I’d bitten off more than I could chew, failing to understand my desire to increase the zeroes on my bank account.

  If I came to their house with Chloe as my assistant, they would press me to know all the details of my visit, and I was sure they would blow their top and drive me up the wall with their nagging comments and lectures about my excessive ambitions.

  The only way to prevent this and get a shot at spending this dinner with them in peace was to present Chloe as my girlfriend. Pretending could be awkward at first, but it was better than bickering or something worse.

  “I know this may be a lot for you, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to do that,” I told her, quick to assuage her in case I’d weirded her out.

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay. After all, it’s just one dinner.”

  “Yeah. We’ll just have to keep up the ruse around the table and nothing more. So is that a yes?”

  She nodded, cracking a smile at me. “Yes.”

  “Thank you.” I cupped her face and brushed my lips against hers, sensing her shiver at the contact. I felt warmth spreading through my chest, and I was more than ready to have another round with her, but we didn’t have much time. “As much as I want you, we should really get going.”

  “Sure. Let me just dry my hair off and put some makeup, and I’ll be ready.”

  I had to hand it to Chloe—she didn’t show a hint of nervousness when we reached my parents house, staying composed about meeting my parents.

  “So, let’s go over this once again. We’ve met several months ago when you came to my hospital for a treatment. A few visits later, I invited you on our first date, and we’ve been together ever since,” I recapped our fake story. “We’re exclusive, but we still don’t have any plans for the future.”

  “I work as an assistant in a real estate company, and I hope to become a real estate agent.”

  “You’re allergic to peanuts.”

  “I’m allergic to peanuts.”

  “And I hate sports.”

  “And you hate sports. Is all of this really necessary? I mean, with the way you’re describing your mother, it sounds like she is an FBI agent. I can’t help but imagine her firing all these questions about me and our relationship.”

  “Nah, she’s not that curious, but one can never know.”

  I rang the bell and snaked my arm around Chloe’s waist, putting a huge smile on my face. Not even ten seconds later, the door burst open and my mother appeared, throwing her million-watt smile at us.

  “Bryce!” she squealed and pulled me into a suffocating hug, cutting my air supply instantly.

  “Mom! You’re going to kill me if you keep squeezing me like this.”

  She smelled like cookies and home, reminding me of all the things I’d been missing while I was away from home—reminding me of my empty penthouse that lacked any warmth. Pushing these gloomy thoughts aside, I stepped back to introduce Chloe to her.

  “Mom, this is my girlfriend, Chloe Lewis. Chloe, this is Ruth Evander—the woman who will call me a thousand times a day until she gets what she wants.”

  “Oh, shut up, you,” she said, keeping her smile on her face, and hugged Chloe. “It’s nice to meet you, Chloe, dear. Welcome to our home.”

  “It’s good to be here, Mrs. Evander.”

  “Oh, please call me Ruth.” She winked at her before she threw me an inquisitive glance. “I’m curious as to why Bryce didn’t mention anything about bringing you here tonight!”

  I rolled my eyes, not surprised by her reproof in the least. I was sure that if I’d told her about Chloe she would go above and beyond to make Chloe feel at home.

  “It’s okay, Ruth,” Chloe replied politely, and a feeling of awe settled in my chest. She was amazing at handling this—acting politely and with class. She glanced at me, her lips curling up in a mischievous smile. “It was an eleventh-hour decision, after all, so I apologize if this is inconvenient for you.”

  “Oh, nonsense! Look at you, all formal! Relax, we’re family! But why are we still standing here? Come in!”

  She moved aside to let us in, and I took Chloe’s hand, relieved that mom didn’t make a fuss about me bringing Chloe.

  “Roger! Your son and his girlfriend are here!”

  “His girlfriend?” we heard him say from the living room, and a few moments later, he appeared in the hallway. His gray eyebrows furrowed slightly as he assessed Chloe, right before an approving grin formed on his face.

  “Hello, son,” he said and hugged me with one arm, patting my back with the other.

  “Hey, Dad.” I motioned at Chloe. “Meet Chloe. My girlfriend.”

  For a brief moment, Chloe’s and my eyes met, creating an unusual feeling in my chest. Even to my own ears, those two words of endearment sounded too intimate.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Chloe said and shook hands with my dad. “Br
yce has told me a lot about you.”

  He guffawed. “I hope he mentioned only good things.”

  “Absolutely.”

  We continued to the dining room, which held massive amounts of food, as if my mother had prepared dinner for ten people, a huge turkey occupying the center of the table. Light music played in the background, adding to this rather cute wintery scene, and I could see Chloe reveling in it.

  “So, how did you two meet?” my mother asked us a half-way through our dinner.

  I was a bit tipsy after a few glasses of wine, finding this time with my parents to be more enjoyable than I’d thought. My dad engaged himself in conversation more than usual, trying to impress Chloe with the stories from his college days when he played football and aspired to be making a career out of it. Chloe gave him full attention, eagerly listening to his stories, and I wondered if she was going out of her way to please my father only because she was trying to do her job as best she could, or she was genuinely interested in what he had to say.

  I caught myself wanting this to be real. There was a part of me that enjoyed this illusion too much, and I had to remind myself that she was just my assistant and nothing else.

  “Chloe was my patient,” I answered her. “She was having a terrible cold, and it lasted for a few weeks.” I caught Chloe’s hand on the table. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

  “Yes. I was so sick that I had to come to Bryce’s office several times. Little by little, we got to know more about each other and found out that we share similar interests.”

  “So one thing led to another, and a few weeks later, we got together,” I said and took a sip of my wine.

  “I’m a bit surprised that you didn’t mention her to me at all,” Mom told me, a hint of reproach coloring her voice.

  “You know how he is, Ruth,” Dad interjected. “He never tells us anything these days.”

  “Dad, don’t start. You know I’ve been really busy.”

  He raised his hands in the air. “Alright. I won’t. But you know how your mother and I feel about it. If you hadn’t appeared tonight, she would’ve started a war here.”