Royally Yours: A Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  Her pussy was exposed for me, glistening as her tits bounced with her breaths.

  I dove in and out of her body as she shook around my cock. Her hands dug into the meat of the leather seats while her juices soaked my balls. I wanted to go back home with her smell coating my skin. I wanted her low groans to turn into wailing declarations of love. I wanted to make her come as many times as she could stand before I watched her hobble back into work.

  I had no intention of feeding her anything for lunch other than my cock.

  I slammed into her, watching her body jolt as my fingertips found her clit. I roughly circled it, watching her gasps catch in her throat. Her face was screwed up in pleasure. Pleasure I was delivering as my hips pounded mercilessly into her. Her juices were splattering all over my clothes, soaking the very fabric I’d have to pull back onto my body.

  But then, I felt it, her pussy contracting around me as her legs began to shake.

  “Brandon. Brandon. Yes. So close. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  “Come for me, Mel. Let it all go.”

  “Brandon!”

  Her back arched up from the seat, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I bit my lower lip, trying desperately not to spill just yet. Her body was shaking, my thumb making furious work of her clit, and just as I sank my cock into her again, another orgasm barreled through her body. I watched Melissa jolt and quake, her fingernails leaving crescents in the leather while I plunged my thick dick deep into her throbbing pussy.

  Her jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure as her back finally hit the car seat.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said.

  I slowly pulled my cock from her and watched her juices trail down to the leather. The sight was gorgeous, her tanned skin dripping with her white fluids. I wanted to clean her up. Bury my tongue deep within her pussy and make her cry with delight as she orgasmed again and begged me to stop.

  But my low-hanging balls had something different in mind.

  I slid from the seat and shifted over to her. She tilted over onto her side and took my cock in her hand. Before I even gave her a command, she slid her lips around me, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I was spilling down her throat.

  “You like that? You like tasting yourself on me?”

  “Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.”

  I reached my hand over and parted her aching pussy folds again. My fingers found her sensitive clit, her body jumping as her thighs clenched together. Her thighs tried to stop me even as her hips rolled into my hands, and I slid one finger inside of her while my thumb continued to work its magic.

  Her humming around my cock drew the very come I had to give her from my balls, and I slid myself down her throat just as she reached down and grabbed my wrist.

  “Sweet Mel. You feel so good. Holy fuck, I love your lips. They treat me so well. Yes, yes.”

  I felt my cock pumping my streams of come down her throat as she swallowed it all. She bucked wildly into my hand, covering my skin with her juices. Her pussy fluttered around my finger, her eyes widened, and just as she flew over the edge one last time, I pulled my cock from her lips just in time to hear her beautiful words.

  “I love you. I love you. Oh fuck. I love you, Brandon.”

  I rode her through her orgasm as tears started to pool in her sweet brown eyes. They reflected the yellow sparks of the sun as I slowly dipped down to her lips, drawing them up with mine as I tasted our mixture on her lips. When her back collapsed, and she started heaving for air, desperate to recuperate from her orgasms, I slowly massaged her burning pussy folds with my fingertips as she relaxed underneath my body.

  “I love you, too, Mel,” I said.

  We breathed each other’s air, smiling as the limo driver slowly came to a stop. We looked up and saw Melissa’s workplace, only to realize we’d burned through her entire lunch hour simply devouring each other’s presence.

  And then, her stomach growled with hunger.

  “Now what am I going to do?” she asked, giggling.

  “You’re going to put yourself back together and go to work. I’ll have something delivered to you to eat while you finish your day. Then, you’re going to pick up Sarah, go home, and prepare for Max and me to come over.”

  “Oh, Sarah’s gonna love that,” she said.

  “And what about you?”

  I watched as she slowly raised up, her eyes never leaving mine. We were half naked in the back seat of a limo with our come on every surface, but in that very moment, nothing else mattered.

  Nothing except the answer that came from her lips.

  “I’m going to love it, too,” she said, smiling. “Oh so much.”

  I raised up and captured her lips with mine as her hands cupped my cheeks. I felt her smiling into me as her hands slid down my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles.

  “So strong,” she said devilishly.

  “And every inch of it is yours,” I said.

  Chapter 32

  Melissa

  I wasn’t at my desk for more than an hour before the smell of food wafted up my nose. I looked up and saw Ava grinning in the doorway, holding up a pizza while carrying a drink for both of us.

  “The man could drop-order us steaks, and he orders pizza,” she said as she walked in.

  “It’s my favorite,” I said, grinning.

  “You have this beautiful glow, Melissa,” she said as she sat the pizza down. “Care to explain?”

  “He left his book tour for me. Twice,” I said.

  “He did.”

  “And he picked me up in a limo,” I said breathlessly.

  “He did.”

  “And we had great fucking sex in it,” I said, moaning.

  “No, you didn’t! Girl. Spill. Now.”

  “I was the one who initiated it. Can you believe that? Me. Initiating sex.”

  “With those hips of yours and those breasts I still wish I had? It doesn’t faze me a bit.”

  “I crawled into his lap and just pulled it out,” I said as I opened my drink.

  “I’m all ears,” she said as she bit into a slice of pizza.

  “And I went to town. Sank right down onto him and took off. He laid me down on the leather seat and tossed my leg over the side, and I came three times with him. Three.”

  “After that man worked that hard, I hope you gave him his,” she said.

  “I did. After he was done, he kneeled in front of me. I took the reins from there,’ I said, grinning.

  “I. Am. So. Jealous.”

  “I made the right choice,” she said.

  “I didn’t realize you’d made a choice.”

  “I did. It’s why he flew back early. We talked Tuesday evening, with the kids on a video call and everything. I saw his mom, and we talked like we used to. Sarah and his son Max stole the phone, and they showed each other their new toys. There was nothing about it that didn’t feel right, so I told him.”

  “You told him what exactly?” she asked.

  “That I couldn’t lose him. That I … that I loved him, Ava.”

  “You told him that?”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

  Tears of happiness sprang to my eyes as Ava set her slice of pizza down. She opened her arms to hug me, and I leaned into her, my body trembling with the emotions coursing through my veins. Never in my life did I ever think I would fall in love again after Carl. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have a family again.

  But I could never have fathomed that the person I’d find love again with would’ve been Brandon.

  “I’m so happy you finally pulled your head out of your ass,” Ava said lovingly.

  “Thank you for always telling me like it is,” I said.

  “And thank you for no longer sabotaging your life,” she said.

  The two of us ate most of the pizza before I got back to work. I was excited when I picked Sarah up from school, telling her that Brandon and Max were coming over. She squealed with delight, clapping her hands
while she wiggled her feet. But the moment we pulled up into my driveway, she shrieked with joy as Max and Brandon stood up from our porch.

  “Mommy, let me out! Let me out!”

  “I’m coming. Hold on, sweetheart.”

  I jumped out of the car and slid open the door so I could unhook her from her car seat. She went tumbling to the ground, scurrying to her feet as she ran toward Max. The two of them automatically began running around back, finding their way to the playground in our backyard as Brandon simply smiled at me.

  “Did you enjoy the pizza?” he asked.

  “Pepperoni and pineapple. You remembered,” I said.

  “I’ve forgotten very little about you, Melissa.”

  I heard Max laughing wholeheartedly as the kids came running back around. They chased one another into the house as Brandon wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into a kiss that took my breath away. His lips ghosted against mine, side to side before he slowly planted them. It was warm. Radiating. His lips moved against mine, pressing deeper and deeper as his hands bent my body to his. I could feel his rippling shoulders moving underneath my fingertips as my tongue swiped along his lips. It begged for entrance as the tips of our tongues danced together.

  And the last of my world shifted as it slowly settled into place.

  “Mommy, what’s for dinner?”

  I pulled away from Brandon as our foreheads rested against one another’s. We smiled at each other, listening as our children complained of their sudden onset of hunger. His hands slid down to mine, interlocking our fingers as he reluctantly pulled back from me.

  But as I went to answer, a car pulled up into my driveway.

  “We expecting anyone else?” I asked.

  “Nope. Just dinner arriving for us,” he said.

  “Wait. Where did you order from? It’s usually only pizza and takeout Italian that delivers out here.”

  “Dr. Black! Nice to see you again,” the delivery guy said. “I’ve got two medium rare steaks with garlic broccoli and twice-baked potatoes, a bottle of room temperature Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar, and two side orders of fruit and macaroni and cheese… with extra cheese.”

  “Mac and cheese! Mac and cheese!”

  The kids chanted from the driveway as my lips parted in shock. I watched Brandon sign for the food before the bags started hanging from his fingertips. He turned toward me and winked, a smug grin on his face as I shook my head at him.

  “You know you don’t have to impress me anymore, right?” I asked.

  “Who said this was for you? I just wanted steak. Geez. Selfish.”

  I giggled at his playfulness as we all made our way into the house. We sat down at the dinner table and ate our food while talking about our days. Max talked about his favorite subject in school, and Sarah talked about Logan coming over so they all could play. I hummed over how wonderful the steak was while Brandon asked me about work, and then I asked him about his patients while the kids divvied out their fruits.

  Apparently, Max didn’t like grapes, which was fine because Sarah did. And Sarah didn’t like apple slices, which was fine because Max loved them.

  It all seemed to right. All of us around the table, eating dinner together like we were a family. The food was soon gone, and we all piled onto the couch, turning on a Disney movie while the kids drifted off to sleep. I pulled out the couch for them both and tucked them in so they could fall asleep watching their movie. Then, I locked the front door and closed the blinds. Brandon took my hand, leading us both up to my room, where we shed our clothes and snuggled underneath the covers.

  We ran our hands along one another’s bodies, silently exploring while our lips outlined roadmaps along the bodies we were getting to know all over again.

  I sighed his name all night while the kids slept soundly in the living room, and the only thing I could think was that this was perfect.

  This was how life was supposed to feel, and everything simply felt right.

  Chapter 33

  Brandon

  I woke up holding Melissa, but this time, I found her staring at me. Her gaze was moving around my face as I stretched, my arm pulling her closer to me as she smiled. I felt her bare fingertips drawing faceless pictures on my abdomen while the sun outside still stayed concealed behind a blanket of night.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  “Just before eight. I think it’s going to storm today,” she said.

  “Better snuggling weather, if you ask me.”

  “My thoughts exactly. I don’t know about Max, but Sarah’s usually up in another hour.”

  “Somewhere between nine and nine thirty for Max, yep.”

  I felt Melissa pick up her head and place it onto my chest. Her hair fanned out around my body, tickling my skin as my hand began running up and down her arm. Nothing could’ve felt better in this very moment, but I could tell Melissa was thinking too much.

  Just a little bit.

  “I’m not the young boy I was when I was eighteen,” I said.

  “Such a shame. We had some good times back then,” she said, giggling.

  I felt my cock jump at her statement as her hand slowly trailed down my rock hard abs.

  “I’m not as impulsive, and family is more important to me than ever,” I said.

  “Family was always important to you,” she said.

  “Making sure my family had a good life was important. That train of thought is what drove me into the idiotic decisions I made in college and ones I made with you,” I said.

  I felt her hand grace the top of my growing cock as my legs pulled taut. The softness of her skin, the way her tan contrasted with my paler skin, forced my eyes to look down as her palm flattened out around my dick.

  “I know you’re not that boy anymore,” she said.

  “I’m kinder. More compassionate. My priorities sit in a, ah, a different order.”

  Her hand was massaging my cock, and I could feel her tits growing against my skin. She turned her head and kissed my chest, her lips leaving behind a warm wetness as my cock grew solid underneath her palm. I involuntarily bucked into her, my hand coming up and weaving itself into her hair as her body slowly rolled on top of mine.

  “What else are you?” she asked as her beautiful brown eyes called to me.

  Her body slipped between my legs and the motion of her smooth skin against mine took my breath away.

  “I’m more romantic,” I said as she pressed kisses into my neck.

  “Mhm?”

  “And more in tune with someone’s needs.”

  “All right.”

  Her lips trailed down my chest, her tongue tracing the outline of my muscles as her hair grazed my skin. I wrapped my hands into her hair as her lips slowly traveled down my abs, and she giggled when I jumped.

  My cock was dragging between her voluptuous tits, and I almost lost my cool.

  “Anything else?” she asked as her eyes fluttered back up to mine.

  I looked down at her as her yellow-speckled eyes hooked onto mine. The playfulness behind her eyes was nothing compared to the way her tongue licked her lips. She was ready to gobble me down, ready to take me to the back of her throat. One of my hands released her hair so could I reach down to cup her cheek, and in that moment, she lightly nuzzled into the palm of my hand.

  “Things feel so perfect,” I said.

  “It doesn’t feel like any time has passed,” she said.

  “Now, more than ever, Melissa, I feel we were meant to be together. As a family. All four of us.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” she said, whispering.

  Then, before I could catch myself, the words flew from my mouth before I could catch them.

  Before her lips could finally slide around my cock.

  “Move in with me.”

  Her head whipped up, and her body shot back up mine. Her legs straddled my lap, and I could feel her morning wetness. Warm and dripping, her body was ready for me. I wondered how long she had been up. H
ow long had my body been driving her crazy while she laid there and envisioned my cock inside her?

  She planted her hands on my chest and raised up as my hands slowly slid up her juicy thighs.

  “What?” she asked.