Wicked Lil' Brat: A Secret Baby Romance

by Alexis Angel

When I finally come, there’s no screaming or moaning; I place my head against the leather seat and just hiss like a rattlesnake, my throat too ruined to carry on. I almost think that Mason’s done, but when he pulls his cock out of my pussy he runs it along my crack and presses it against my hole. Oh, sweet God… I think I’m really going to OD on pleasure.

  “Do it… Do it… Fuck my ass,” I beg him, and he starts to push his cock inside of my hole. It moves in at a slow pace, but it goes steadily all the same. Even though my throat has given up on me, I force myself to scream one more time, the pressure of Mason’s cock on my insides too good for me to remain in silence. “Hard… Fuck me hard,” I continue, and he doesn’t need any further instructions; he starts to thrust as if his life depends on it, ravaging my ass like he never has before.

  Remember when I told you that I probably wouldn’t be able to sit straight for days? Yeah, let’s make that weeks. But, once again, the price is worth the admission. Oh, if you could only feel what I’m feeling right now… Every woman on Earth should be fucked like I’m being fucked right now, even if only once in their lives. I can’t imagine living all of my life without experiencing an orgasm so fierce it makes you pass out.

  Mason quickly derails my train of thought, burying his cock so deep inside my ass that I have to scream again. At the same time, he slides one hand around my waist and presses down on my clit with two fingers, immediately stroking it at a furious and almost too violent pace.

  It doesn’t take long for me to come undone; one more thrust of his cock and my mind snaps, my soul shattering into a thousand little pieces with it. I thrust back, forcing him to push his cock deep into me, and then I hold that position as a violent convulsion takes over me. My muscles are burning, my skin is boiling, and both my heart and lungs are working overtime to keep me alive. It’s a wonder that I still haven’t passed out… I feel exhausted enough to fall unconscious, but I refuse to do it as pleasure still courses through my veins. Even though Mason and I have a lifetime ahead of us, I don’t want to waste one single second of what I’m experiencing now.

  “Cum… Cum for me… In my ass…” I find myself telling him, my brain having no say on what words leave my lips. As if my voice had a magical effect on his body, his cock starts to spasm and, half a heartbeat after that, it throbs violently and I feel the warmness of his cum filling my ass.

  Instead of gushing his entire load inside of me, Mason pulls his cock out and, still on his knees, starts to stroke himself. I feel thick ropes of cum cover my lower back, ass cheeks and crack, but there’s a whole lot of skin to cover. Grinning devilishly, I turn to him, forcing my body to spend the last reserves of energy, and curl my fingers around his cock. Now I’m the one stroking him, and I’m doing it even more fiercely than he was.

  Aiming with his thickness, I point it at my face and, not a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing out like a torrent. I open my mouth immediately, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue and, without wasting time, I swallow as soon as I feel my mouth brimming with his juices. But there’s more inside of him, and he keeps on covering me with semen—my face, neck, tits, and stomach… All of it is a white wet mess, and I already feel it dripping down to between my thighs and caressing my folds.

  The cum inside of my ass is dripping out of my hole and pooling on the seat, right between my thighs, but I don’t care. I’m not sure on how we’re going to explain the fact that the back of the limo is completely covered in cum, but I can’t really devote any of my brain power to it right now. Oh, no, there are far more important things to think about.

  “Fuck… This was fucking amazing,” Mason groans, looking me in the eyes as his cock spasms one last time against my fingers. A final drop of cum falls from his tip, and then it drips down to my fingers.

  Painted in white, I lean into him and gently kiss him on the lips. Then, completely exhausted and unable to think straight, I lean back against the seat and close my eyes. I feel myself drifting off, but I take a deep breath and manage to hold on to consciousness.

  “I can’t imagine my life without you…” I whisper at Mason, opening my eyes and looking at him with the happiest smile on my face. Sure, it’s a cum-coated smile, but I’d say that makes it even more beautiful.

  “Neither can I,” he replies, taking my hand in his and squeezing it softly. “You’re my everything, baby girl… I will protect you, I'll love you, I'll hold you in my arms and never let you go,” he continues, smiling back at me, and I squeeze his hand in mine. I purse my lips, stopping myself from crying. Yes, I’m getting emotional and I’m not ashamed of it. I mean, he fucked me hard, and now he’s telling me the sweetest things… I have the right to be emotional right now. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth.

  “I love you so much… You have no idea,” I whisper, leaning into him and placing my head against his shoulder.

  “I know, babe… I love you too,” he says, stroking my hair softly. As the limo cruises through the New York City traffic, the gentle purr of the engine lulling me to sleep, I close my eyes and fall into a slumber.

  Once I wake up, we’ll be a few minutes away from home… As soon as I get there, I’m going to have a nice warm shower and, when I step out of it, wrapped only in a small cotton towel, I’m going to go straight into Mason’s arms and… We’re going to do it all over again. And again.

  I’m insatiable, and I’m in love.

  34

  MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  Financial markets were stunned into submission yesterday as Mason Kane reaffirmed his status of King of Wall Street.

  One title that the CEO of Kane Price was quick to let go of however, was that of Wall Street's Bad Boy.

  He appeared at a press conference outside the offices to the Kane Price's global headquarters on Park Avenue, where he held forth on the ensuing drama.

  "Was I partly to blame for everything that happened? Of course. I was living a live that was wild and unhinged, but boy did I think it was fun. But at the end of the day that's what made me a great target for Ms. Lowell. And you know? It almost cost me not just my company, but hundreds of thousands of people their jobs - their livelihoods. But the only thing that saved me from all that was the honest love of a real woman," Mr. Kane said in an emotional and heartfelt statement.

  Some observers had questioned the propriety of Mason Kane, who at 37 is romantically linked to the daughter of his ex-wife. However, his proponents rightly point out that Lorna Lowell was not in fact married to him under the articles of New York State law since her husband was still in fact alive and the two had never dissolved their marriage. Further, Rebecca Lowell, at 21, was the daughter of her father, and only related through marriage to her stepmother.

  Kane Price shares finished trading near their highs for the year, as investors and clients breathed a sigh of relief that this period of turbulence had passed.

  In a sign that Mr. Kane was ready to move on, he granted an amnesty of sorts to many who had opposed him. But not all. Shortly before his press conference, Kane Price announced the involuntary termination of Roy Purpus from the Board of Directors for his collusion with Lorna Lowell throughout the episode. It was Mr. Purpus who had called the initial vote of No Confidence.

  "I have every belief that the employees who were believing Red Lion Aviation was a good deal were doing so based on the limited information that was made available to them, and I can't hold them in fault for that," Mr. Kane commented.

  Tensions within the investment bank seemed to heal on a rapid clip as insiders reported that work had begun proceeding according to normal schedule. The perception of two armed camps - something that had come to dominate how Kane Price was viewed by Wall Street - had already begun to alter itself.

  In the coming months, Kane Price is expected to announce and launch revolutionary new products that promise to upend the traditional order of Wall Street and generate a great deal of revenue for the Firm.

  Stay with Marketwatch Journal as we bring you updates
on them as they happen.

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  Epilogue

  "Mason," I whisper, trying to sound serious. "Don't make me moan out loud. You'll wake the baby."

  Mason just laughs and continues to grab my boob, squeezing it and running his fingers around my nipple as he kisses my neck.

  I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure at his touch.

  A year and half after we first met, he still has the power to make me forget everything and revel in the moment.

  "You'll moan when I tell you to, baby girl," he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.

  My entire body convulses in shudders at his voice.

  I'm almost carried away.

  I mean, you would be too. Imagine yourself trading places with me. I'm sitting on the leather sofa of our new One57 apartment that we bought together as husband and wife.

  Little Ida is asleep in the other room, in what I hope is a peaceful sleep. I had just sat down with my Kindle. I was going to read The Woodsman by Eddie Cleveland.

  I mean, I don’t know about you, but based on everything I’ve seen, the closest anyone ever comes in the book world to Mason and his complete alpha nature is Eddie and the bad boys that he writes about.

  I remember Mason was the one who first introduced me to him back sometime after I told him I was pregnant.

  “Something for you to read when you need to think about me fucking you,” he said one morning as he was going to work. “My friend Eddie is an author. He just published this.”

  At first I didn’t really know, you know? I just skimmed through it. I mean the story was good.

  But then I got to the sex.

  And, oh my God.

  By the time Mason walked in, I was jumping all over him.

  No one writes bad boys and alpha males like Eddie. Except maybe Alexis.

  So The Woodsman is just something I thought I’d relax with. I briefly thought about taking my panties off. But I figured I’d just let them get wet. It would help Mason smell me.

  And he’d know.

  So I got through one chapter and I must have given off pheromones or something.

  Because Mason is already here.

  And true enough, he's literally trying to get in my pants. As in his hands are travelling to the hem of my yoga pants and his fingers are slowly tracing an outline over my thong.

  With a sudden flash of inspiration, I turn to him and smile.

  "If I'm your baby girl, will you go make me something to eat?" I ask him.

  I'm trying hard not to laugh as the King of Wall Street looks at me with a perplexed look. No one has probably even asked him that. Ever.

  No, of course not. Mason has just finished off a successful year as Wall Street's most celebrated CEO.

  I mean, it's a good thing he's had me over the last year to at least suck his cock every morning otherwise I don't know if he'd even have time for sex.

  Kane Price has launched over 40 new financial instruments and products and they've literally cornered the market on exotic financial instruments. Money flows only one way nowadays and that's into the coffers of Kane Price.

  "Excuse me?" Mason asks me, and I can see his brow furrowing. That's right. Not too many Wall Street people probably joke around with him nowadays, what with his sky high bonus and soaring valuation, people are calling Mason Kane one of the richest men in the world.

  "Please, Daddy?" I ask batting my eyes and trying to keep from laughing. "Please feed m?"

  Now Mason realizes that I've been joking. When I'm begging to him, but begging for food and not fucking, he can finally tell that I'm pulling his leg.

  He growls and picks me up.

  I squeak loudly as he stands up and carries me to the chaise lounge next to the sofa and deposits me on it.

  I splay my body out and spread my legs wantonly. My finger comes to my pussy and I begin to rub my clit through the fabric of my yoga pants and thong. I'm definitely wet. Just being around my husband makes me wet.

  Mason begins to unbuckle his belt.

  "You're either going to need a spanking, baby girl," he says to me as his eyes meet mine. "Or a good fucking. Either way you need to be taught a lesson."

  "I'm not a good learner tonight, babe," I say, teasing him. "Maybe you you need to teach me extra hard."

  We both stare at each other for a long moment.

  Finally Mason cracks a smile as my eyes twinkle.

  At the last minute I can't hold it in anymore. I start to chuckle.

  Mason joins in.

  But our chuckle becomes laughter which quickly gets louder and louder.

  Oh my God, my stomach is hurting.

  Which is when the baby monitor goes off.

  Shit.

  We've woken little Ida.

  Mason looks at me with concern, but I just sit up and grab a hold of his arm as the two of us walk to the nursery.

  Inside is the cutest little baby that I've ever seen.

  Ida was born several months ago, but already Mason and I can tell how much our lives have been changed.

  I feel so blessed to be a mother. Sometimes I don't understand how Lorna could not have wanted this feeling ever in her life.

  But I'm sure she has plenty of time to think about things like this.

  The case was pretty open and shut against her. I mean, when you're trying to bilk close to a billion dollars from a publicly traded corporation that manages the pension payments of millions of people, there's very little leeway that the prosecution is going to grant you. She was sentenced to life in prison at a maximum security women's prison. Her eyes boiled with hate towards Mason and me the entire time.

  I just sat there next to Daniel, my father, and prayed that this would be the last time I'd ever have to see Lorna again.

  It took me a long time to not instinctively call her Mom, and I think I've finally made peace with all the things she said and did to me through my life.

  Oh, right. Daniel.

  So Daniel had always kept tabs on me from afar, but as Mason had said, he never really bothered to reach out to me. He was under the impression that my life was proceeding along happily and that anything he would have done to get back in it would have raised retribution from Lorna towards both him and me.

  I was surprised when he told me that, to say the least.

  I mean, with everything Lorna had said to me, it didn't sound like she much wanted me.

  "I don't think she did either," Daniel agreed with me. Even though he was biologically my father, I couldn't call him Dad. "But when the whole topic of separation came up, she made it clear that she would fight for custody. Not because she loved you, but because she would win. And she would have a trump card to play against me our entire lives."

  But over the last year and half, I think that Daniel and I have gotten close. I mean, we don't see each other much - he lives in Canada somewhere in the mountains filled with snow - but we keep in touch by email and sometimes Facebook.

  I think it just feels good knowing you have a family out there in this world. That you're not completely and totally alone.

  And just like that, we raise the next generation of our family.

  Ida is looking up at me with wide eyes, her crying over now that the big humans have come to her crib and are looking down at her making funny noises as they take her in their arms.

  Mason looks at me.

  "You're a great Mom," he says to me, drawing me close to him. "I have a great family."

  I smile.

  He's right on the money in this respect.

  I couldn't have wished for a happier and more content family life.

  I am truly blessed.

  And it's all because of a taboo love affair.

  Amazing, really.

  Almost makes you want to write a book about it, doesn't it?

  About the Author

  Alexis Angel writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to k
now, and still very much looking for love.

  Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that.

  Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City. She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world.

  Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above. She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe. You can join her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/csXC2P or email her at author.alexisangel@gmail.com

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  My Naughty Angels

  I want to take a moment to thank a group of very special ladies in my life. Without them I would be nowhere so when I say I feel blessed to have them part of my life, I mean that this book would probably not be possible without the love and support that they give me.

  These ladies are my Naughty Angels. At the end of each night, I know I can fly back to the nest that we’ve created together. I’d like to take a moment to thank all of them individually.

  Ida Jolley: I just wanna hug Ida and bury my face in her and then sit with her and veg out drinking scotch and watching Jersey Shore lol. She’s got such a good heart and she says whatever she thinks that I always wake up and wonder with curiosity what Ida’s been up to. Love you babe.

  Joyce Walker: Joyce is the enforcer, lol. At first I was a bit scared of her because she has such a strong personality. But it comes from a place of love and nowadays I feel so safe and protected knowing that Joyce is behind me watching out for me. God bless this woman who makes me feel so comfortable and that I always know I can go run to if someone is mean to me.