Second Chance Baby Daddy

by Vivien Vale

  "Your car seemed to do pretty well," I say, trying to drive the attention away from myself.

  "Yeah, we did good. I couldn't help but notice that something was different about your car, though."

  I try to fight the smile. She's fucking onto me. I should've known that if one person knew what I was up to, it would be Jenna. And why is that so fucking hot? I wonder what kind of scrupulous notes she took tonight?

  I divert.

  "She's basically the same car. Tonight, she did really well, though. So, what are your plans later?"

  Jenna looks at me like she's not gonna let me off the hook for one second.

  "Did you do something different to the propulsion?" she asks, not letting it go.

  She's sharp as ever, but what does she expect me to say? I don't plan on revealing my secrets to her anytime soon. She's the competition, after all.

  "You know, I might have amped it up a little bit. Did you notice? Anyway, are you going to that gala?"

  I keep trying to change the subject, hoping she'll let it go.

  "I noticed that the thrust timing was off. Can you explain that to me, Braden?"

  This girl like it a goddamn dog with a bone. I'm not gonna tell her anything. She might as well let up.

  "Hmm, Jenna, ever the observant spectator. Nothing gets past you, does it?" I attempt to flirt with her.

  "Braden, I want you to be honest with me. I know you did something remarkable to your car and I want to know what it is," she says confidently as if she's sure she can get it out of me.

  "Jenna, you're too beautiful to be asking me business questions like that. Don't you want to relax tonight?" I ask her honestly.

  Her cheeks flush pink, and I know I've got her right where I want her. With just a little more divergence, I can point her mind in the direction I want it to be, which is on me—not my car.

  "Be real with me here, Braden. I know you're not gonna divulge your new technology, but at least give me a hint as to the direction you're going with it," she presses.

  "Jenna, if you want to know the technology, then you should come work for me. Of course, you'll have to sign a nondisclosure agreement. That's standard."

  I actually would be thrilled if I could get her on my side. But something tells me she's out to win it, not to join sides with the enemy.

  "A non-disclosure agreement. What do you have to hide, Braden?" she says pointedly.

  "I require one of those for people to enter my personal life as well. Looks like you'll be signing one no matter what," I tell her.

  She laughs in disbelief.

  "Braden, you really think you're something special, don't you?"

  I love the way she's flirting with me. Little does she know, I’ll have her signing an agreement with me soon enough, an agreement to be my submissive. Now that the idea’s taken hold, I’m determined to make it my reality.

  "No, I don't think I'm special, but I know my technology," I say to her.

  I watch the careful way she sips her drink and how it slowly helps her to relax. I watch her neck and think about how I'd like to bite it gently and trail kisses up to her ear where I’d whisper sweet nothings.

  And then my eyes make their way down to her perfect tits, which just the other night I had access to. When I was biting and sucking on her nipples.

  I'm dying to do it again, and suddenly this restaurant seems like a bad idea. I want to get her straight to my penthouse. And in my bed.

  "You know, Braden, if you tell me some of your secrets, I might tell you mine," she says.

  The sexual tension between us is fucking crazy, and I know she's alluding to her desire to be with me. Even though she's sworn off dating a racer, it's my sole intention to make sure that I'm the exception to her rule.

  "You make it hard to say no to you, Jenna," I say.

  The idea of giving up my secret technology seems like nothing if only I could have her under my control for the foreseeable future in return. As I'm getting to know Jenna, I'm becoming more enthralled and invested.

  "Then don't say no," she says, her eyes teasing me.

  She's gazing at me, and the tension between us ratchets up a notch. I'd want to draw this out a little longer, but I don't think I can wait another second.

  I will have Jenna tonight. Right fucking now.

  Braden

  Beads of condensation drip down her cocktail glass.

  She takes a sip and gazes at me steadily from across the table. We've each had a couple of drinks now, and I'd say things are starting to loosen up.

  Jenna still seems hell-bent on finding out the secret of my technology, but I'm not gonna reveal one single thing to her until she gives up to me what I want.

  "Don't you think all this shop talk is boring?" I ask her.

  "It's never boring to me. Braden, don't you understand? I live for this stuff."

  "Yeah, I know you do, Jenna. You're my main competition, after all."

  “You think we're in competition?" she asks, and I'm not sure if she's referring to our professional or private lives.

  "Of course, but it doesn't have to be that way. You could just give in to me, Jenna. Come over to my side and see how things are," I say to her provocatively.

  The air is heated between us, and you could cut the tension with a knife. Our connection is palpable. My cock has been throbbing so hard against my pants for the last hour that I can hardly take it anymore.

  I get up and beckon Jenna to follow me. I hold her hand behind my back and pull her through the lounge and back towards the powder room.

  I know the owners. They won't mind. I've never done it in here, but there's a first time for everything.

  I've never been with a woman here that I couldn't wait to bed. The idea of making it all the way downtown to my penthouse is too much. I have to have Jenna here, tonight.

  "No, Braden, we can't. It's a public place," she says, as though that will fucking faze me.

  Doesn't she know me at all by now? I live to break the rules. I own the streets of New York City. Who else can say that?

  "I'm a rule breaker, Jenna. You should come to understand that."

  I pull her into the ladies’ powder room that has several plush seating benches available. It's a high-end club and this room reflects that.

  There's an attendant inside and I tip her $500 to leave us alone. She takes the money without a word and locks the door behind her. Privacy at fucking last.

  "Do you pay off everyone you meet?" Jenna says to me.

  The question heats my blood. How dare she question me? I have this need, this desire to overshadow her. And it’s only getting stronger every time she resists me.

  I've never met such a strong woman, and I plan to subjugate her to my every craving.

  I motion for her to sit on the velvet bench, and to my surprise, she does so immediately. It's these small gestures that give away her stance. I know she wants me. I know she wants me just as badly as I thirst for her.

  She's seated, and I immediately go to my knees, spread her legs, and push up her silky black dress, my head torturously close to her pussy.

  Once there, I'm able to sense her wetness, and I know she's been playing coy this entire fucking time. I smile. She's been wanting me all night, just as much as I’ve been wanting her. And yet she's been trying to play it off like she's above me, high up on another fucking level with her morality.

  Her panties are soaking wet just from our verbal foreplay. This gets me so wound tight, like a spring that’s ready to spring free. Just like my cock. I kiss up along her thighs and all over the moist laciness of the scrap of fabric that's covering her slit.

  Even through her panties I can taste her juices. So sweet and salty. I caress her thighs lovingly before pulling her panties off with my teeth.

  I slide my finger up and down her lips, teasing her thoroughly before I make contact with her clit.

  I finger it before circling it with my tongue. I feel her body tighten beneath my hands, and she moans out i
n pleasure despite any misgivings she might have had earlier.

  I can tell she's trying to hold back, but her body just isn't listening to her. She'll be mine soon. I made her come the other night and I plan on doing it again.

  I circle her clit with my tongue and then flick her pussy lips open.

  I breathe hot air around her sensitive spot, trying to emulate the warmth that I know is rising within her.

  Her fingers tangle in my hair and she's pulling hard. She lifts her legs onto my shoulders and squeezes my head like she's a goddamn wrestler, and a good one at that.

  I take this all as a good sign. The fact that her body is starting to spasm is a very fucking good sign.

  Just when I’m sure she's on the brink of her climax, I penetrate her with my fingers. I stimulate her G-spot and it takes just a couple seconds to make her come.

  She stifles a moan and I know she's trying not to act too eager, but I can tell by the way her knees tighten around my head that she's absolutely aching for it.

  Her body convulses a couple times and I know I've done it. I’ve brought her to total ecstasy and now I can begin the real work of finding mine.

  "Fuck, Braden, that was so—"

  "Intense," I finish the statement for her.

  "Yes,” she breathes, “It was intense."

  I rise up and stand in front of her so that she has access to my perfect, aching cock.

  I've been dying to do this all night—really, for as long as I've known who Jenna is. I want to see those sweet lips wrapped around my thick cock and I want her to pine for it.

  This is the moment of the big reveal. I'll know by how hard she sucks it exactly how much she wants me. She'll aim to please me, this I know. That's just the kind of girl Jenna is, high standards, always wanting to prove herself, even in bed.

  Her hungry eyes meet mine and I unzip my pants, more than ready for what happens next.

  Braden

  "Open wide."

  She slides her ruby red lips over the length of my cock.

  I suck in a deep breath. Finally, this is the moment I've been fucking waiting for. Ever since I first saw Jenna, I knew I wanted to be in exactly this position.

  What's more awesome than seeing the most beautiful girl in the world on her knees before me? She's aching to fulfill every sliver of my desire.

  My deepest yearning comes to the surface, as all those years of wanting to fuck Jenna finally come true.

  She's fucking beautiful, an angel. And at least for this moment, she's all mine.

  She starts out at a steady pace, licking and cupping my balls before working her way up to my massive shaft. She strokes the length of it with her tongue and circles me from every angle.

  I'm dying to find my release, to shoot hot, sticky jets of cum all over her. It's been too long, too many years of staring at her, wanting to dominate her, and it's all coming true.

  This is only the beginning with Jenna. She has no idea of the heights of bliss I'll take her to once she becomes mine.

  She makes her way to the tip of my cock where she concentrates on making sure I'm happy.

  Towering over her small frame makes me feel empowered. I know she wants it too. She's been lusting for this. It's obvious by the way she's going to town on my cock.

  Normally I'm a little more reserved, a bit more held back with women. But no one excites me like Jenna. I've been blown thousands of times in my life, but never like this. She's apparently very skilled in more ways than one.

  My cock is dripping with her saliva and the feel of it is so fucking good. I want to take her head and force her down on my shaft, making her swallow the full ten inches, but I let her take her time.

  Her hands slide around the base of my shaft while she sucks the thick tip with desperate urgency.

  I sigh with pleasure. I can hardly take it anymore. I want to explode all over her face, down her throat, every fucking where.

  Instead, I push the straps of her dress from her shoulders, and I can see that my touch sends shivers down her spine. That's an awesome power to have over someone, when she desires you so much that a single gentle touch nearly sends her into ecstasy.

  I have this power over Jenna now, no matter how much she tries to deny it. And with it comes a certain possessiveness. I want her to feel that way for me alone.

  Her dress falls to the floor in a puddle around her knees, and I have a perfect view of her incredible tits. They're full and heavy and perky, begging to be touched.

  She's the most striking thing in the world, especially now that she's naked with her lips around my cock. She's not wearing a bra and she didn't even take the time to put on a garter belt. I fucking love it.

  Once she's satisfied with the tip of my cock, she starts to get a little sloppy, making it extra wet.

  She spits on my shaft, and then moves her hand up and down at a quick pace to the point that I'm having a hard time holding back.

  Usually, I'm the authority on self-control, but with Jenna, it's hard for even me.

  I don't want to come yet. I need to see Jenna deep-throating me before I'll let myself release.

  Once she's got me good and wet, lubed up with her spit, she at last moves her hand and takes in my entire length.

  The feel of her tongue sliding along my cock makes it throb uncontrollably. The feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat makes her choke. Her warm lips surrounding me is pure fucking bliss.

  I've imagined Jenna doing me like this a thousand fucking times. I've been wanting her on her knees begging for it, in submission to me, and now it’s finally coming true.

  At last.

  Not even the thrill of racing compares to the effect she has on me right now. Life in the fast lane is better with Jenna by my side, and that's painfully obvious now as she slurps and sucks her way to my oblivion. It feels so fucking good, it’s worth every second of my patience.

  I see that now as I look down and see that beautiful head of hair bobbing back and forth, up and down.

  She's not able to take my entire length down her throat, so I help her out a little bit. I make my fantasy a reality and pull her hair gently. I force her head so far down my cock until it slides ever deeper, inch by inch, down her throat.

  She's choking on it and the sound of her gagging gets me off. You know why? Because she's also moaning, begging for it. Fucking loving it.

  This girl wants to choke on my cock. It makes her so happy, I have no doubt.

  I thrust into her and she takes it for a while. Then she moves her hand back up to the tip of my shaft to try to slow me down. I wish I had her pinned to the bed, handcuffed, or tied up so that she couldn't use her hands.

  As it is, she's sucking and slurping up all the pre-cum she can.

  Her deep green eyes look up at me, and it's a sight that nearly makes me come right the fuck now.

  Normally, I'm not one to make eye contact during sex. Why would you want to be that intimate with someone who's gonna go home in the morning anyway?

  With Jenna, all of that is different. I feel something for her. I can't deny that. What, I don’t know, but it’s there.

  So, when she looks up at me from her obedient position, I can't help but meet her with my own hardened gaze. My eyes tell her everything—that I'm the fucking one in fucking control. And her eyes tell me everything, too—that she won’t resist my power.

  I'll have to tame Jenna into obeying me willingly, but that's part of the fun. She's a bit wild now, independent, and she'll always have that. But with me, she better be unresisting.

  She licks and kisses her way up my shaft. I swear I hear her whimper.

  My breathing is ragged as I near the finish line. She can tell because she moves faster, urging me on.

  I tense, my balls tighten, and my cock hardens even more. Her cheeks are hollow as she tries to suck the fucking life out of me.

  "That's it, baby, I'm gonna come," I say through clenched teeth.

  Just as the warmth starts to spread throughout m
y body and spiral out of control, I pull out of Jenna's mouth and spray my cum all over her neck and chest.

  What feels like gallons of cum pumps out of me. Years of desire for Jenna comes streaming out in thick, sticky ropes.

  I look down at her face, and she's shimmering with the glisten of my essence.

  She does her best to lick up the sticky mess.

  But I’m not done. The view of my cum on her tits is just too much. I have to have more.

  Jenna

  For once, his ocean blue eyes are not so crystal-clear.

  They're deep, the color of a stormy gray sky as he sprays his cum all over me.

  I couldn't have asked for a better experience with Braden's cock than this. I've been imagining what it would be like for years, and now me and his cock have a personal relationship.

  I gave him the best blowjob possible, and I can tell he was loving every minute of it. Though his impassioned eyes tell me that he's ready for more.

  The fact that Braden can get hard again so fast doesn’t surprise me in the least. He's a man with many talents.

  His cock is like an aphrodisiac that gets me horny for more. I'm incredibly fond of it already and we've only just met.

  Now that I see how enormous it actually is, I'm even more enamored with Braden. You may call me lovesick, passionate, or tender for him, but I'm really just infatuated with his massive cock.

  I know there's a man behind the shaft, but right now, I'm focused only on that shaft being inside of me.

  He offers his hand to help me up. I step out of my dress and now I'm only wearing my heels. His cum is all over my body and it's a feeling I really fucking like.

  He hoists me up into his arms so that my legs are around his waist. Then he pushes my back against the wall.

  His cock is just inches away from entering me, and I can hardly believe my luck. Here I’ve been daydreaming about Braden for some time, and now it's about to happen...in the powder room at some restaurant.