by Rye Hart
Because I was going to be a father. That meant everything to me.
I stroked Josie's back, running the tips of my fingers down her spine as I drove my cock into her. She shuddered and groaned, her ass pressing back into my pelvic bone, taking me deeper inside her. She was utter perfection, in every way, and I loved making her feel so fucking good. Not to mention the fact that I loved how I felt when I was inside her.
I had a week with her, and I intended to prove to her that we could have it all. The intense fucking, a healthy family, and that she'd never want for anything. That she would have whatever her heart desired and that I would take care of her.
Those thoughts were enough to distract me—at least temporarily—from the hot cum burning deep within my balls. I felt it rising, felt my balls growing tight with anticipation of release. Josie's tight little snatch was almost too much for me, her every movement milking me of my seed. Every moan that came from her sent me even closer to the top, and I tried to forget how smooth her insides felt. I tried to control my thrusting, but I couldn't, not for long. Not when it felt so fucking amazing. All I could do was grit my teeth and try to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her cries growing louder as I continued pounding myself into the depths of her hot, tight little pussy.
“Come for me, Josie,” I demanded, feeling my own orgasm rushing forward like an oncoming train, and feeling just as powerless to stop it. “Come for me now, before I blow my seed deep inside your hot little cunt, my pet.”
My words seemed to drive her crazy, and she moaned, her entire body spasming as I spoke to her. She was a good girl with such dirty little desires, and I had every intention of fulfilling those desires—of letting her explore her every dark fantasy—over and over again.
“Come on, baby,” I said. “Come fucking hard for me, pet. Come on…”
My words were starting to become strained as I clenched my jaw and gripped her hips tightly. She squirmed, pressing back against me, just before her ass briefly pulled away from me. I grabbed hold of her hips tighter and pulled her right back, though, ramming my dick deep into her. She cried out, so I drove it into her again. And again.
I pounded her sweet little hole, fucking her with wild abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together blended with our cries of pleasure, echoing around the room and creating an erotic symphony that turned me on even more.
“Gavin, yes… Oh, Gavin… I'm—”
She didn't have to say the words, I could feel her orgasming all around my cock. Her pussy clenched down on my thick shaft, released it, and then clenched down again. Her hot little twat spasmed wildly, her body writhing as she gripped the pillows on my couch tightly.
The sounds coming from her were not words, they were screams, grunts, and moans as she came around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” I cried out.
I drove myself into her one more time, and I exploded inside her, shooting my seed deep into her pussy, filling her up completely. I drove myself into her again, feeling my hot spunk spilling out of her pussy, running down the insides of her thighs.
Josie collapsed face-forward onto the couch, but I didn't dare move. The feeling of sitting inside her, of still being surrounded by the warmth of her pussy, felt amazing, even well after the orgasm that had gripped her body had passed. My cock, though, soon deflated, and I had no choice but to slip out of her, much of my semen coming with it, spilling out of the folds of her pussy.
Her ass was still bright red, the outline of my handprint plain as day. I ran my hand across it gently and stroked the smooth, soft skin before helping her stand. Josie seemed to struggle at first, wavering on legs that were like Jell-O, but I held her up, letting her rest against me. When I took of the blindfold and saw her blue eyes staring back at me, it made my heart skip a beat as I realized, definitely not for the first time, that Josie was the one for me.
“I'm not sure I can survive a week of this,” she laughed.
Stroking the hair back from her face, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Don't worry, it won't be all sex,” I said. “Just lots of it. I will let you come up for air now and then, though.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said. “That's big of you.”
She laughed, and rested her head on my shoulder, clearly exhausted. I picked her up in my arms, and carried her off toward my bedroom, where I gently laid her down on the bed—the bed we'd conceived our child. Once I had her laying down, I crawled in and curled up beside her. I'd unloaded all my energy into her, and I was beat. But, as we lay there in the dim silence of my quarters, I suddenly remembered something—she never did get to eat dinner.
“Where are you going?” she muttered dreamily as I got out of bed.
“To order you something to eat, my sweets,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Chapter Fourteen
Josie
The End of the Week
I was curled up next to Gavin, my entire body sore, but in the best way possible. I felt sated. My vagina ached from all the sex and the massive cock I'd had inside me, and my ass was sore from the spanking—something we both seemed to enjoy. Who knew?
Lila and Jason ended up sharing our suite, and to be honest, I didn't see much of either of them the entire cruise. I wasn't entirely sure they'd actually left the room at any point last night. At least I wouldn't have to worry about walking in on Lila with her ass in the air getting drilled from the back. Tonight was the last night of the cruise, though, and the four of us were meeting for brunch in just under an hour.
I rolled over and found Gavin just waking up, he yawned and rubbed eyes still full of sleep. Even with his long hair messy and his face stubbly, he was still the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes upon. We'd spent a lot of time together over this past week, and still, I didn't want to leave. “I guess today is the day,” Gavin said, planting a gentle kiss upon my lips.
“I know, don't remind me,” I sighed. “I don't want to leave.”
“Then don't,” Gavin said. matter-of-factly.
“You know I have to,” I said. “My mom needs me.”
My sister couldn't stay even a day longer, which meant I had to get home. There was no way I could hire an in-home caregiver, especially with a baby on the way. She needed me, even as much as I wanted to stay there, on that ship, with the father of my child. While it was too soon to say we were falling in love, there was definitely something more there between us. A connection I couldn't understand or explain.
Gavin needed a sub, and I needed a dom. I didn't know it until I met him, but I liked giving my control over to him. I liked letting him lead the way, sexually speaking. It was such a turn on and it helped ease the guilt in my brain. I'd come a long way from the first time we'd had sex, and he was slowly introducing me to all kinds of goodies he'd been kind enough to forego in our first encounter—whips, restraints, sex swings, and a whole host of other things I never imagined existed.
“You know I can take care of your mother too,” Gavin said. “I have the means to do so. And it would make me happy to make you happy.”
“I can't ask you to do that,” I said.
“Why not? You're having my child. It only seems fitting you'd stay here with me, allow me to care for you both,” he said. “If that means I take care of your mother too, so be it. I have no issue with that at all.”
My heart fluttered with so many warm feelings. The idea that he wanted to take care of me, after I'd been the one caring for others for so long, was so sweet it made me almost want to cry. I so badly wanted to agree, to say yes, so I could stay aboard this ship with him.
“I have doctors’ appointments and stuff too,” I muttered. “You know, baby stuff.”
“Like I said, we have a few days before we leave again,” he said. “We can stay in my condo in San Diego until then, get you to your appointments, and set sail again in a few days.”
“Oh God, that's so tempting,” I laughed.
“Then it's settled,” Gavin said.
“I'll set up someone to care for your mother, and it'll be the best care money can buy. Your mother will want for nothing, I assure you.”
My eyes welled with tears. “Thank you, Gavin.”
He kissed me, long and hard, and I felt his erection pressing into me. I reached down, taking hold of his cock—and yes, I could now say cock without dying of embarrassment. Gavin had helped me with so much in the last week, including accepting the fact that I could enjoy sex without shame. It was a really liberating experience, one I'd been denied for so long.
I very much enjoyed his cock, and my body ached for him already, even though we'd fucked only hours before.
“Slow down, my pet,” he chuckled. “We have brunch with your friends, remember?”
“We can cancel,” I said as I nuzzled myself into his chest.
I stroked his long, hard cock through his pants and felt him shudder. With my hand gripping his cock, he wanted to cancel too. I could see it in his eyes.
“We can't,” he said, taking my hands off him and bringing them to his lips, where he kissed them gently. “But we'll have all the time in the world if you stay with me.”
“I'll stay with you,” I said. “Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be.”
EPILOGUE
Living life at sea was interesting, to say the least. Especially with a child. Colby Lamar was born in San Diego, and while we spent the early days on land, our first trip out to sea came when he was just under a year old.
It wasn't aboard the cruise ship, however. Gavin and I still frequented the cruises, when we had time, but most of our time on the water was aboard his yacht, which allowed us to sail wherever our hearts desired. Colby's first steps were aboard the yacht, with Lila and Jason present as well.
Gavin and I were sitting next to each other, our son sleeping in my arms, as we sailed down to Cabo. It was just going to be a short trip, just to see if our son loved the sea as much as his father, and so far, it appeared to be the case.
Lila and Jason had recently gotten engaged and we were going down to celebrate. Apparently, the singles cruise helped more than one person find their soul mate, because those two looked completely and utterly in love.
As did Gavin and me. My handsome, dominant man kept his promise—he took care of us. I was able to take some online classes while at sea, and when we got back to San Diego, I could finish my degree. I'd be a nurse. Not because we needed the money, but because that's what I wanted to do. Finally, I could do what I wanted. I wasn't tied down to my family.
My mom was getting the care she needed, better care than I could provide for her, and was recovering nicely. She was a little upset at me for getting pregnant before marriage, but after meeting Gavin and hearing that he was going to be in the child's life, she relented.
Plus it wasn't just Lila and Jason getting married in the not too distant future. Gavin and I had a wedding of our own to plan. He'd asked me right after I gave birth to our son—a child that looked every bit like his father.
He wanted to make us a real family, and how could I resist? I love him, he loved me, and we simply worked together.
Our love story might not be conventional but in the end, we were happy.
Our son had his mom and dad, and he'd be spoiled rotten. Not just by his daddy, but by Aunt Lila who showered him with lavish gifts as well. Never before, had I experienced such luxury and ease of living. Never before had I felt so loved and valued.
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NAUGHTY BUT NICE
A Best Friend’s Dad Christmas Romance
PROLOGUE
Adrenaline rushed through me as I glanced over at the door leading back down into the building. At any moment, someone could come walking through it. But for some reason, the danger of it thrilled me, and my body ached for more.
Those thoughts were shooed away, though, when I heard the distinct sound of his belt and zipper being pulled down. His cock, thick and hot, nudged me intimately, drawing a gasp from my lips. He slid into me with one easy thrust. I gripped the wall even harder as pleasure shot through the center of my belly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping my waist with one hand. His other hand smacked into the wall above my head as his hips rolled again. “You feel so good. You feel so fucking good, it’s almost painful.”
Desperation filled me, and the pressure in me began to mount when he thrust hard into me again.
“Harder,” I panted. “Please. Please. It feels so good, baby. Fuck me harder.”
I didn’t even cringe at the words coming from the tip of my tongue. All I cared about was the slick sensation of his dick sliding in and out of me at a desperate pace now. He leaned over me as he fucked me. His hand reached in front of me and slipped into the top of my dress. His warm palm cupped my breast, scraping deliciously over my hard nipple.
I moaned at the feeling of it. The sounds of my pleasure seemed to spur him on, and his cock pounded into me faster and harder. Every stroke of him inside me found my most sensitive places, and soon, I was bucking my hips back into him, meeting every thrust of his hips, as he buried his cock into me as deep as it could go.
My body jolted every time he plunged into me, making me pant and moan every time. I could feel the sensations building up inside me again, overwhelming my senses and erasing all rational thought. The only thing in the world that mattered was the feeling of our bodies coming together on that snowy rooftop.
He carried us both higher and higher, filling me with tension, and together, we exploded in a release that left both of us shuddering in response. The sound of our panting breaths mingled together on the quiet roof, and he held me tightly as we basked in the pleasure pulsing through our bodies. We stayed that way for a moment longer, until the cold was too much to take.
My fingers were trembling as I turned to look back at him. He tucked himself back inside of his pants. Sweat glistened at his hairline, and clouds puffed out in front of us while we gazed at one another.
CHAPTER ONE - GABRIEL
Goooood morning Mr. Bradley! We have a busy day ahead. Everything has to be just perfect!” Maria shouted, in her usual bouncy and energetic tone.
“Good morning, Maria. Right on! I’ve been looking forward to this day for months and I know you won’t disappoint.”
Years back, when I first hired Maria, my new housekeeper’s style took some getting used to. No amount of reasonably digestible caffeine could bring me to her level of gusto, which was the equivalent of five shots of Starbucks espresso, with a few Red Bulls thrown in. Talk about a fucking rush. Eventually, I adapted and even looked forward to her company. These days, I couldn’t imagine starting my mornings without her chirpier than Mrs. Clause personality.
Sure, there were days when I wanted to hit the damn mute button. Fortunately, my mother raised me a gentleman, so I knew when to bite my tongue. And for a man running several multi-million-dollar IT businesses, survival meant setting rules in life. One of my biggest rules was to make my home life nothing short of Zen. Maria’s presence helped me to maintain my Zen, so for that reason I kept her around and well-paid.
I took a deep breath as I allowed myself to savor my view.
This never gets old. What a fucking beauty she is.
My high-rise penthouse, situated near the Hancock Tower, gave me a 360 vision of Chicago - the city I prized. Like every morning, I woke up prior to sunrise to give myself a daily dose of meditation. It gave me a chance to quiet my one hundred mile a minute mind prior to a busy and unpredictable day. A cold wind rattled against the sliding glass door of the condo when Maria pushed it closed. An icy blast crawled through the living room where I was seated at my desk.
“She’s growing up much too fast for my liking. I remember when she was a tiny little thing, sitting at your feet at that exact desk and spot, years ago.”
I chuckled fondly at the memory of that. Nineteen years had passed by in the blink of an eye. I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact my baby girl was no longer a
baby. She was a college student; a smart young woman who worked at a start-up firm outside of class, because she wanted the experience. She told me I earned my way to success so why shouldn’t she. That was my girl. She definitely wasn’t working because she needed the money. I made certain Alyssa would be well cared for – but it made me a damn proud father to know she wanted to earn her own way through life. I guess I must have done something right over the years.
“It all changes too fast,” I said wistfully. “At least Christmas is still her favorite time of year.”
Maria looked up as she placed the freshly-beaten rug back in front of the sliding glass door. “There’s a box of Christmas decorations upstairs. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to grab them, or if you wanted to let Alyssa take care of the decorations herself.”
“I’m sure she’d enjoy decorating the condo,” I replied and glanced down at the contract I had been looking over studiously for the past thirty minutes. “She actually called me yesterday to ask if she could bring Penny along with her for break.”
“Penny Marshall?” Maria asked. “As in, Nikki Lewis’s daughter?”
I nodded as Maria smiled widely at that.
“Oh, that will be nice,” she said. “We’ll have some life around this place for the holidays. I haven’t seen Penny since Nikki moved away after Gary’s death.”
“She isn’t a little girl anymore, either,” I said. “Penny is about to wrap up her Bachelor’s in Business this spring. She’s been helping Alyssa with a few classes they both took.”
“Not surprising at all. Alyssa and Penny always looked out for one another. You can trust Penny to keep an eye on Alyssa. Their two-year age gap worked to our favor.””
“No kidding. I felt a lot better about Alyssa going away to college after I found out Penny was there.
