Wicked Lil' Brat: A Secret Baby Romance

by Alexis Angel

  16

  Becca

  Locked away in my cramped office, I don’t even notice the hours passing by. When I look up at the clock on the wall, it already marks 9 pm. I lean back against my chair and take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes. I’ve been sitting here for God knows how long, looking over all the incongruences I’ve found in the papers Mason gave me. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s going on, but there’s something fishy about the company my mother wants him to invest in.

  But, right now, I need a break. I get up from my chair and head out of my small office, stepping out into the corridor. I go straight for the coffee machine at the end of the corridor, and that’s when I realize that Mason is already there, leaning against the wall and sipping on a cup while he looks at something on his cellphone. When he notices me walking toward him, he raises his eyes from his phone and smiles at me.

  “Working late?” he asks, his smile telling me that he hasn’t forgotten about what happened a few hours ago. I know I should have stopped whatever it is that’s going on between him and I, but I just can’t. It’s stronger than me. Even though we’re heading toward a dark place, I can’t resist it.

  “Going over a few documents,” I respond, smiling back at him. When I close the distance between the two of us, Mason has already gotten me a cup of coffee out of the machine. He gives it to me and, as I grab the cup, my hand brushes against his. His warmness spreads to my fingers and I feel my insides clenching, the memories of his cock deep inside my mouth bubbling up to the surface. I could do it all over again, right now; I’d just go down on my knees, unbutton his pants, and take his long shaft inside my mouth until he came again. Still, even though I’m walking down the devil’s road, there’s some self-restraint inside of me.

  “A hard worker,” he says, that gentle smile on his lips. “I like that… I like that a lot,” he continues, and I suspect that he prefers me to work hard when I’m on my knees, his fat cock between my lips. To be honest, I prefer to work hard that way as well. As fun as it is to look at spreadsheets and graphs all day, nothing beats having a cock as thick as Mason’s buried deep inside of your mouth. Hey, I’m just being honest here; don’t judge.

  “You know I always do my best effort,” I purr at him, leaning back against the wall.

  “You never disappoint, no,” he nods, mischievousness flickering behind his eyes.

  “Well… You’re my boss and my stepfather. I’d hate to disappoint you,” I continue, running my tongue over my lips.

  “I feel the same. I don’t want to disappoint you as well.” With that, he takes one step toward me, placing his cup of coffee on the small round table flanking the machine. I do the same, placing my cup next to his.

  “I can’t really complain,” I purr again, “at least so far.”

  “Let’s hope there will be no reasons for a complaint,” he whispers, closing the distance between us. His body is now just a few inches away from mine, and I can already feel my heart racing. Then, moving slow but steadily, he places his hand on my knee and runs it up to my inner thigh, gently hiking up my skirt. I remain in place, unmoving as his fingers make their way toward my pussy; by the time he touches me there, his hand between my thighs, I’m already wet and anxious for his touch.

  I bite my lower lip, looking into his eyes as he presses his hand against my wetness.

  “I’ve been thinking of… returning the favor,” he whispers, leaning in and brushing his lips against my ear. My insides start to burn up as I start to imagine what he has on his mind. “Would you like that, baby girl?” I nod, trying to find something to say, as his grin widens.

  “Is that why you’re on my floor…? Or do you just prefer the coffee up here?” I ask him, anticipation boiling under my skin.

  “What do you think…?” he says, and anticipation turns into desire inside my mind. Suddenly realizing that I need it to happen, and that I need it now, I grab his wrist and make him take his hand out from between my thighs. With a lewd expression on my face, I grab him by the hand and start walking down the corridor and toward my office, leading him.

  He comes after me without saying a single word and, when we finally step inside the office, he shuts the door with his foot and then turns toward it, reaching for the key. As I hear the key turning on its lock, my insides clench and I feel my nipples hardening and straining against the cups of my bra. Here we go.

  With that devilish grin on his face, Mason places his hands on my waist and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressed against the edge of my desk. He forces me to sit up on it and, taking his hands to my knees, he forces me to spread my legs. His fingers run from my knees to my inner thighs, and I tremble as I feel his fingertips brushing against my groin. Then he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched thong. One tenuous moan leaves my lips and, with his free hand, he grabs at my hair and yanks on it.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask him, locking my eyes on his as I feel myself growing even wetter.

  “I’m going to devour you, baby girl” he responds without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m going to kneel and, using only my mouth, I’m going to make you moan and scream. I’ll make you come with my tongue, and I’ll leave you burning for more.” As he speaks, he takes his hand off of my pussy and, grabbing at my blouse, starts to unbutton it with clockwork precision. I almost forget to breathe as he pulls the blouse down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

  Pressing his body against mine, he stands up between my parted legs. His hands are on my waist, and he starts to slide his right one over my stomach and toward my breasts. Once there, he runs one finger between my tits and, hooking it on the right cup of my bra, he pulls it down and bares my hard nipple. He’s moving slowly, and I realize that he’s doing exactly what I did to him; he’s teasing and torturing me. And I’m okay with it, oh, I really, really am.

  Circling my rosy tip with his index finger, he never actually touches it; his finger just goes around it, drawing close but never going for it. When he finally touches my nipple, he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it gently but then building up the pressure. I sigh loudly, and then I moan as the pressure grows harder, electric pleasure spreading from my breasts and crawling under my skin.

  Allowing desire to take the steering wall, I place my hand on top of his and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast. He does it and squeezes gently, my flesh molding to his fingers.

  Letting go, I place both of my hands on his face and pull him into me. He comes willingly and, parting his lips, presses them against mine. As we kiss, my eyelids droop and leave the real world outside. He parts my lips with his tongue, sliding it inside of my mouth, and I lose myself in a wild kiss, running my fingers through his hair.

  As we kiss, he takes his hands to my back and, with a simple flick of his fingers, he unhooks my bra. Still moving slowly, he hooks one finger on my cleavage, right where the two cups meet, and then pulls on the bra. I shiver as I feel the straps caressing my arms on the way down, and then he throws it on top of my blouse on the floor.

  Pulling back from our kiss, he grabs both my tits at the same time and dives into me. With his lips slightly parted, he reaches for my right nipple; before touching it, his tongue darts out and he starts to run it around my rosy tip in fast maddening circles. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan, and that’s exactly when he moves for the kill: wrapping his lips tightly around my nipple, he starts sucking it into his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. High voltage runs through my muscles, making them tense up, and I can’t even start to imagine how I will feel once he takes these delicious lips of his and places them on my drenched folds. God, just thinking of that is enough to make me almost desperate to be eaten out by him.

  Done with my right nipple, he slides his tongue down the curve of my right breast and traces a straight line toward my left nipple. Once there, he attacks me viciously, sucking and licking as if he’s a man possessed. I tangle my fingers in his
hair and, allowing instinct to dictate my movements, I start to push his head down. He doesn’t fight back, and his lips brush down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping when they find the place where the fabric of my skirt and my skin meet.

  He starts by laying gentle kisses around it and, at the same time, takes his hands to my thighs and hooks his fingers on my skirt. He pushes the fabric down, and I lift my ass up from the desk as it slides down my ass. I bite my bottom lip again as I feel the skirt kissing its way down my legs and, when he finally throws it on top of my discarded clothes, I finally sit back down on the desk.

  Looking me in the eyes, he goes down to his knees as a wicked smile shines on his face. I let go of his hair and lean back, placing my elbows on the desk’s flat surface and surrendering to whatever it is that Mason wants to do to me.

  Instead of grabbing my thong and pulling it down my legs, he simply rests his hands on my knees and starts to kiss his way toward my inner thighs. My skin prickles as his lips come closer to my pussy, and I throw my head back, letting out an anxious moan of anticipation. Kissing my groin softly, he finally places his lips over my drenched thong and I feel a thunderstorm building up inside of me. I moan louder as he starts to suck, my fluids going into his mouth through the fabric of my thong.

  Placing both his hands on my lower back, he pulls me into him and presses his mouth against my pussy as hard as he can, sucking in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning. All his gentleness and teasing movements have been thrown to the curb, and he’s relying solely on his primal urges, which is exactly how I like it. His fingers slide around my waist and he hooks them on my thong; tugging viciously, he makes me lift my ass up from the desk. The moment I do it, he pulls my thong out and throws it away. His eyes go straight to my pussy, and I can see the hunger flashing there, wild and unstoppable. He’s right about what he just said: he’s going to devour me, and he won’t stop until I’ve moaned and screamed my lungs out. Thank God the whole floor is as deserted as the Sahara right now.

  “Do it, I want your mouth,” I find myself saying, pulling on his hair and reeling him in. He lunges at me fiercely, opening his mouth wide and pressing it against my drenched pussy lips. The moment I feel his touch, one loud moan claws it way up my throat and explodes into the air. “Oh, God,” I moan, sparks of pleasure rushing through my muscles.

  He sucks on my folds in the most maddening possible way, tasting me and devouring me with the viciousness of a man unable to control himself. Which suits me just fine, since I don’t even know what self-control means; grabbing his hair, I keep his mouth pressed against me and start to sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face. He retaliates by jabbing with his tongue, pushing it past my pussy lips and then inside of me. My insides clench as he kisses my pussy more fiercely with each passing second and, as the fires of pleasure rage wildly inside of me, I finally let go of his hair and fall back on top of the desk.

  As I lay down, I send a stack of papers and a keyboard tumbling onto the floor, but the sound of it barely registers in my mind; I’m in a world of my own right now. I think that even if my mother strolled inside the room, just like she did while I was hiding under Mason’s desk, I wouldn’t look up at her and acknowledge her presence. Yes, that’s right, Mason really knows what he’s doing with his mouth, so much that reality doesn’t even seem to matter anymore.

  “It feels… so good…” I pant as he pulls slightly back, flicking his tongue at me and then running it up and down the length of my pussy. When he finally touches my clit with it, I have to fight against the urge to press my legs together, and so I bite my lower lip as my rational mind slowly drowns in a sea of pleasure. This feels too good to be true, and yet it’s really happening. Why did I only find a man like Mason just to have him marry my mother? The world couldn’t be any crueler. “Don’t stop, Mason,” I beg him as he circles my clit with his tongue, and that’s exactly what he does, redoubling his efforts and making my whole body buzz with electricity.

  My muscles tense up and, a heartbeat after that, I simply come undone. Ecstasy travels from my clit all the way to my brain and, there, it slaps him around and leaves it for dead. I didn’t think that it was possible to feel this much pleasure from having a man go down on you. Of course, it really shouldn’t be a surprise to me, this is Mason we’re talking about, after all.

  “More… I want more…” That’s the only thing I’m capable of saying, the muscles in my throat still filled with electric pleasure.

  “No,” he says curtly, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. I raise my head and lock eyes with him, my heart skipping a beat as I see my fluids dripping down his chin, his wet lips glistening. “I want more,” he corrects me, and dives into me again, this time replacing his tongue with his lips, and wrapping them around my clit. The moment he touches it, he starts to suck furiously, and I start to move my hips, unable to remain in place as pleasure whips at my mind. He acts fast, placing his forearm across my stomach and pinning me against the desk, holding me still.

  Unable to move, I just lay here and succumb to the lashing he hands out with his tongue. With his lips still firmly around my clit, he presses on it with his tongue, and that sweet tension starts to build up once again. I feel that lustful energy pooling on my muscles, eager to be set free and unleash ecstasy all over me, and I can’t wait for it.

  Upping the ante, he starts to brush the tip of his index finger against my pussy lips, moving it up and down as he keeps on sucking my clit. Inch by slow inch, he starts to feed it into my pussy, curling it upward in a hook motion. He slides it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against my G-spot. Holding his finger there, he starts to press hard, rubbing me and driving me completely insane.

  “Fuck… This is too much…” I moan again, my words sounding foreign to my own ears. I don’t even know where I am anymore, and I couldn’t care less about it. When he slides one more finger inside of me and presses it against that sweet spot, I explode once more, bright fireworks going off behind my shuts eyelids. “Fuck…!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, arching my back as a raging river of pleasure makes its way toward my brain and inundates it.

  I start to convulse as if I’m having a seizure and, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding me down with his forearm, I would send everything on top of the table straight to the floor. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t even know what to say or how to say it, the English language seems like something unintelligible right now.

  “Tired already?” he asks me, pulling back from my pussy. I look at him, breathing as hard as humanly possible, and I see sparks of mischievousness flickering in his smart eyes. I am tired, and I am spent, but I still want more. Oh, when Mason is involved, I’m insatiable.

  “No,” I manage to say between breaths. “Never.”

  “Good,” he tells me with a grin. “Because I’m not done yet.” With that, he places his hands on my hips and forces me to turn around; I roll to the side on top of the desk, and he pulls on my hips, making me go on all fours. My hair cascades down my shoulders and face, and I wait as he goes up to his feet and positions himself behind me. I have no idea what he has on his mind right now, but I don’t even care; whatever he wants to do to me, I want him to.

  He places one finger on my crack and starts brushing it between my ass cheeks, moving it up and down. Whenever he goes over my asshole, a shiver goes up my spine as I start to realize what he has in mind.

  “I bet you’re delicious… All of you,” he whispers, leaning into me and placing one soft kiss on one ass cheek. Moving his lips to the side, he runs his tongue along the length of my ass, and then finally presses his mouth against me. I close my eyes and he pushes his tongue against my hole, forcing it in, and I can’t help but imagine how it would feel to have his massive cock between my ass cheeks, stretching my ass wide.

  Using both of his hands, he spreads my cheeks wide and starts to lick me furiously, flicking his
tongue at my hole and forcing whatever rationality still lives inside of me to vanish. I moan, completely out of control, and push my hips back against his face. He's devouring my ass, much like he did with my pussy, and I just love it. I never really met a man that could drive a woman mad with pleasure using only his lips and tongue and, now that I’ve found him, I can’t help but surrender completely.

  He takes one hand around my waist and, sliding his fingers down my stomach, he finds the way to my clit. He presses on it as he licks my ass, rubbing it with fast circles, and I let out one wild scream. Working me with the mastery of an experienced man, he drives me to the edge of ecstasy and throws me off of it. I grit my teeth, hiss, and then scream, one violent orgasm taking over me suddenly.

  “Oh my God,” I mutter, thrusting back against his mouth as the flames of pleasure consume me from the inside out. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to pass out. “OH GOD!”

  “Delicious…” he says, taking his mouth from between my ass cheeks, “just like I said.” I sway my ass from side to side, still wanting more, and he responds by smacking my cheeks with the back of his hand. The sharp sting of pain makes me clench my ass cheeks, and he smacks me hard once more, the dry sound of flesh on flesh making me delirious.

  “Take me… I want you to do it,” I tell him, thrusting my ass back as he smacks me once again. Suddenly, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, nestling his shaft between my ass cheeks. I clench them and, rocking my hips, I start to stroke him with my ass. “Fuck my ass… I need it,” I continue, the words leaving my mouth completely unfiltered. I never felt a burning need like the one that’s raging through me. I should be afraid and anxious, after all, I have no idea what’s going to happen once he starts to push his fat long cock inside of my ass… But I can’t wait for him to do it.

  I keep stroking his cock with my ass until he stops me in place; then, he grabs his cock and starts to rub its tip against my hole. I feel my insides boiling, and he keeps on teasing me, making me dizzy with anticipation and desire. I never thought I’d want to be fucked in the ass this much, but here we are.