Cocky AF: A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  “Of course not,” is my quiet mewl. “With what’s happened to you, things have been hard. Real hard. I completely understand. Do you want to talk about it? Here, let me make us some hot chocolate.”

  But Trent grips my hands harder, holding me in place.

  “It’s terrible,” he says in a growly rasp. “It’s fucked up.”

  I squeeze his palms again, my heart melting.

  “Of course it is,” is my sympathetic murmur. “What happened to you would drive anyone into the depths of insanity, not to mention despair. What can I do to help? What can my family do?”

  But the question just makes him flinch. I can see that handsome face outlined in the glare of the streetlamp from outside, and he’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Those harsh features are more manly now, and less high school jock. His nose is strong, those perfectly sculpted lips parting a bit as he looks for the right words.

  “It’s not your family. Or it is,” he growls low in his throat. “I just can’t stand it.”

  I pull back, stunned. After all my parents have done for him, this is what they get? I try to wrench my hands away, but Trent won’t let them go.

  “I’m sorry,” he says harshly. “That came out wrong. I didn’t mean it. You, Elaine and Vincent are wonderful. Too wonderful in fact. It just has me so mixed up and I’m so fucking confused ….”

  I relax then. Of course. We’re a loving family, and we probably remind him of his own loving family that he lost recently. After all, I remember Karen and Bob Lewis. They were quite a bit fancier than my parents, what with their designer clothes and luxury cars, but that doesn’t mean that they had snooty airs. In my one or two interactions with the Lewises, they were perfectly friendly: Karen with her red-lipsticked smile and Bob with his hearty slaps on the back.

  I melt then. My family just reminds him of what he’s lost, and my heart goes out to this handsome man.

  “It’s okay,” I say gently, squeezing his hands. “I get it. I can’t even imagine how horrible these past few weeks have been. I’m so sorry,” is my whisper. “I wish I could change it.”

  Trent’s motionless, shoulders hunched as he stares at the ground before him. I squeeze his hands again with sympathy.

  “Is there something I can do?” are my quiet words. “I’m happy to help in any way I can.”

  That causes a reaction that takes me by surprise because the big man pushes his chair violently back then, the legs scraping on the hard wooden floor. He jumps out of the chair and begins pacing the room frantically, three strides forwards and then three strides back.

  “You don’t get it,” he whispers furiously, refusing to look into my eyes. “Not at all.”

  My mouth snaps shut. Of course I don’t understand his situation, not really. But at the same time, I can feel for him, can’t I? Empathy and sympathy are genuine emotions and I have both in spades.

  “Trent,” I begin, my hands imploring. “Just calm down. I can help you. We can help you. You’re lost and a terrible thing has happened to you.”

  But he cuts me off then, jerking his chin to stare at me with flashing blue eyes.

  “You can’t understand,” he rasps harshly again, now gripping the back of the chair so tightly that I’m afraid he’s going to break the wooden back. “Don’t even try.”

  That makes me kind of pissed. I’m offering help, and he’s not even willing to give me an opportunity to help. What the hell? Talk about spurning the Good Samaritan. So I take a deep breath while trying to keep my temper even. There’s no sense in blowing up at someone who’s just lost everything.

  “Trent,” I begin again, my voice neutral. But this time I’m cut off, but not by his incessant pacing or some rude comment. Instead, his lips come swooping down, crushing mine under his in a soul-destroying kiss.

  Oh my god, what’s happening? On the one hand, I can understand it. The man’s lost everything in the world, and a connection with another human being is crucial. Sometimes kind words and gestures aren’t enough. He needs more, and I’m potentially that more.

  But on the other hand, this is wrong, isn’t it? Trent is literally a guest in my parents’ house, and in fact, Vincent and Elaine are snoring peacefully upstairs right now. Should he be kissing their daughter and devouring her soul like she’s the only thing keeping him alive? Should he be sweeping his tongue into my mouth, making me mewl and gasp as I cling to those broad shoulders?

  And suddenly, I know the answer. Of course, he shouldn’t be doing this. Or more accurately, we shouldn’t be doing this because I’m as much of a participant in our kiss as he is. My hands are pulling him closer and threading through that coal black hair. My breasts are heaving, the giant Double Ds crushed against his chest as I try and unbutton his shirt. And oh god, but my cunt. It’s moistening at light speed, even beginning to gush as I’m surrounded by the masculinity that is this alpha male.

  Because he needs me. He needs a woman, flush and curvy, ready to give him everything. He needs a female willing and hot, who’ll restore a sense of balance to that broken soul. And if I can do this for him, then why not? I’ve lusted after Trent from afar for years now, the curvy girl hiding behind her locker door as he strides down the hall. But now our roles have changed. The big man on campus needs me, and it’s up to the BBW to show him the way.

  So I lean into his kiss even more, my hands trailing down that sculpted bronze chest.

  “Yes,” I murmur against his lips. “Yes, let’s do it.”

  Trent’s ravenous, devouring my lips once more before pulling his head up and staring me in the eyes. The blue fire grips my heart and my heart literally skips a beat, drawn to their magnetism.

  “Are you sure?” he whispers harshly. “Because Janie, baby, once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I need you too much.”

  But there’s no conflict in my soul. I know what I want to give, even here in my parents’ home with their bedroom directly over the guest bed. So I nod, whispering into his ear, my breath hot.

  “Yes Trent. Yes, take me, I’m yours.”

  And with that, the sex rockets a hundred degrees. Suddenly, I’m overcome by flames as he tears my blouse off, buttons pinging to the ground. My jeans are shucked to the side in record time, leaving me in nothing but a lacy bra and tiny panties.

  Trent’s staring at me like he’s never seen something so delicious.

  “Take them off,” he rasps, voice scratchy. “I need to see you Janie. I need to see that beautiful cunt again, the one that’s made kept me whole these past couple weeks.”

  What? He’s been dreaming of my pulsing pussy ever since that fateful day during biology class? But I let it go because maybe he’s speaking in the heat of the moment. And slowly, my hands fumble with the clasp behind my back before releasing the lacey fabric, the big Double Ds springing out.

  It’s almost embarrassing because there’s so much of me, and I’m painfully aroused. The white sacks of cream swing this way and that after being released, the pink pebbled tips pointing straight at Trent.

  And the man can’t look away. But then he raises gleaming blue eyes towards me and nods at my tiny g-string.

  “That too,” is his commanding rumble. “I want to see everything.”

  I flush all over, growing desperately hot. Because oh god, this is what I’ve dreamed of for years. Me and Trent, in a tiny space together, the air thick with sensuality. And slowly, I reach up and edge the fabric over my hips and down my legs until they’re all the way off, dropping the scrap of satin onto the floor.

  “Is this what you wanted to see?” I breathe softly, my breasts heaving up and down slightly. “Does this make you feel better Trent?”

  But the man shakes his head, his eyes still glued to my frame.

  “Show me everything,” he commands, voice harsh. “Spread your legs and show me that twat that’s kept me from sleeping at night.”

  I gasp at the crude words and yet, they send a thrill to my sweetest spot because this man desperately wants me. He’s p
ulled out his shaft, stroking along the hard, heavy length with one hand, and even in the dim light, I can see a pearl of pre-cum at the tip. Oh fuck. I want to taste it so bad, but Trent’s got me in a bind, and I must obey.

  So never taking my eyes from his, I spread my legs slowly, the meaty thighs parting until my cunt’s on view for him.

  “Is this what you wanted to see?” I breathe again. “Just like this, big guy?”

  But before he can reply, I up the ante. Because I know that parting my knees isn’t enough. He’s been fantasizing about my pulsing pink for weeks now with the two of us under the same roof. Trent needs full access, and I’m only too happy to give it to him.

  So with one hand, I reach between my legs and put two fingers on either side of my soft slit before pulling my pussy lips apart. The pink revealed is delicious, dripping and swollen, begging to be kissed by a man.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it, Trent?” comes my breathless coo. And in a second, he’s on it. That dark head is between my legs, the stubble on his chin scraping the soft skin of my inner thighs. And I feel it then. His clever tongue, slowly niggling my hole before trailing up one side of my pussy, and then back down the other before returning to my clit to give it a good suckle.

  “Unnnh!” I cry out, my hands burrowing through the dark hair. “Oh god!”

  Because this is electrifying. I’ve kind of had sex before so I know what men and women do to one another. I know that men often taste their partner’s pussies, sipping their honey while making her feel good. The thing is that the men I’ve been with weren’t into it at all. They complained about “things being fishy down there” or “a certain cheesy smell.” It always ends up with their cocks in my mouth, gripping my curls as their eyes roll up with orgasm.

  So to suddenly feel Trent’s mouth on my sweetest spot, hungrily drinking my pussy cum while suckling my clit drove me over the edge. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and I spasmed hard while going over the cliff.

  “Oooh!” was my helpless cry, cunt clenching and clamping with ecstasy. “Oh god yeah!”

  Warm juices squirted from my private spot but instead of pulling back, disgusted, Trent just gulped it all down before pushing his tongue into my hole.

  “That’s right pretty baby,” he rasped as I pulsed around him. “Come with my tongue in your pussy. Do it, sweetheart.”

  But it was already happening. The earthquake that overtook my frame was so deliciously overwhelming that I gave myself to it whole. My pussy shuddered as I pulled at my nipples, breasts bobbling as my form heaved and bucked.

  “Unnnh!” came the helpless shriek again. “Oh god.”

  And finally, I spiraled back to earth, small shudders still running through my cunt but mostly in one piece, more or less. Trent lifted his head from between my thighs, and I gasped because his chin was covered with wetness. But the big man didn’t flinch. Instead, he merely wiped his jaw with the back of one hand before leaning up to kiss me.

  “You were amazing,” he breathes into my mouth. “Absolutely perfect.”

  And I melt then. Because I belong to him. I belong with him. My body can heal this man, and what better way to use it for good? So I lean back once more, parting my legs and obediently holding my pussy open. The hole winks and pulses, my clit still throbbing with intensity.

  “Put it in, big guy,” is my soft entreaty. “Put it in and let’s both feel good.”

  Trent’s eyes gleam, but in a moment, he’s on me … and I can’t wait for what happens next.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Trent

  Oh fuck, oh fuck. Am I really doing this? Am I really seducing the daughter of the house while her parents sleep upstairs?

  It’s fucking insane. And wrong. And yet I can’t keep my hands off of Janie. The brunette’s delicious and irresistible, and it’s been hell trying to stay away from her. I’ve locked myself in my room so that I don’t maul the beautiful brunette at every turn. I even pleaded depression so that I could get out of being her partner in Biology. Otherwise, who knows what other dirty things would have happened?

  Because Janie has a heart of gold, and she’s got it all wrong. Or rather, they all have it wrong. Everyone thinks that I’m suffering from grief and mourning the loss of my parents. And to some extent, I am. After all, Karen and Bob were human beings, and I care about them as one human for another. But as parents? They were godawful, and the worst part is that no one could tell. We probably came off as the perfect family, when in fact the two of them were monsters.

  Because Karen and Bob were raging alcoholics. If the coroner had been able to do some type of autopsy, they would have determined that both Karen and Bob had blood alcohol levels way over the limits. Not a smidge over the limit but probably four or five times what’s legal. Not only that, they would have seen that both of my parents have diseased livers, the organs already scarred and decayed from decades of abuse.

  But the thing is that the coroner couldn’t do an autopsy because their bodies were so trashed that there was literally nothing to be done. Just some dismembered body parts, and liters of blood. It’s gross, I know, but that’s the nature of death sometimes.

  So yes, I mourned. After all, on some level Karen and Bob provided for me. I always had a place to sleep and there was always food on the table. But anything more than that? Please. It was me taking care of them, and not the other way around.

  So it goes to show that things aren’t always what they seem. On the outside, my family was perfect. We lived in a two-story house that vaguely looked like the White House, with an expanse of emerald green lawn and his and her Mercedes parked in the garage. But on the inside, the Lewises were dysfunctional to the point of shattering. The minute I finished high school, I was getting the hell out of Dodge with no intention of ever speaking to my parents again. Football made that possible for me, what with the scholarship offers.

  But everything’s been turned on its head because now I’ve seen the real thing. The veils been lifted from my eyes because now I’ve witnessed what it’s like to live as a part of a normal, loving family, and shit but I’m angry. I’m angry that Karen and Bob wasted years of their lives looking at the bottom of the bottle. I’m angry that they wasted years of my life by forcing me to pretend to be Mr. Perfect, when inside all I wanted to do was to scream the truth to the heavens.

  So it’s been a rough adjustment, to say the least. Not only did I lose my two closest relatives, but my entire world view has changed. Oh sure, I realized that our household wasn’t normal, thus my intention to get away as soon as possible. But I didn’t realize that we were this abnormal. What Janie and her parents have is terrifyingly decent, and I’m broken up inside knowing that this is what I missed … and because of what I’m going to do to their daughter.

  Because I can’t stop myself anymore. I’m a fucking raging animal at this point. Biology was nothing. Janie only saw a piece of me then, the asshole who pushed her over to get a better look at that big bottom. And boy, did the beautiful brunette deliver. I’ll never forget the sight of Janie on her hands and knees in the classroom, baiting me with her holes as my cock dripped hungrily onto the floor.

  And in the past few weeks, things have only reached fever pitch. The girl’s always around. Helping in the kitchen. Knocking on my door to tell me that dinner’s ready. Even delivering towels to my bedroom with a shy smile while announcing that they’re still warm from the dryer.

  Fuck. What do I do? Well, the animal’s been released now, and I’m here to take. I just made the sweet girl come like a hurricane with my tongue in her pussy, but that was only step one. And it looks like she’s more than ready for step two, lying back with her legs spread, a sweet smile on that gorgeous face.

  Because shit, this woman is the one for me. I’ve always wanted someone sharp as a tack, yet with a strong streak of the domestic. I’ve always wanted someone who could pull out straight A’s while also baking a mean apple pie. And Janie is all of that and more. She’s got a
real future, an unblemished past, and a body to die for. What else could I ask for? It doesn’t get better than this gorgeous vixen.

  So I pull out my cock, the heavy length thick and dripping with lust.

  “Are you sure, baby?” I ask, my voice raspy with need. “Once it goes in, I don’t think I can stop.”

  Janie doesn’t even hesitate. Instead, the little slut actually pulls her knees up higher, revealing everything to me, from her throbbing clit down to that dark back hole.

  “Yes Trent,” she breathes. “You made me feel good, now let me make you feel good.”

  And with that, I’m on it. My big form descends on her, the curvy white flesh driving me insane. My lips are on hers, seizing that delectable pout in a frenzied kiss as my tip nudges her folds. She’s so tight that at first, I can only slide in about half an inch.

  “Fuck baby,” I rasp, pulling back to gaze at those sweet features for a moment. “Are you a virgin?”

  She colors bright red, visible even in the dim light.

  “No,” Janie mewls in reply, eyes blinking with unshed tears. “Why is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

  But I bend and kiss her again, re-positioning myself. She’s just tiny, that’s all, and I have to be careful.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” I breathe against her lips. “You’re about to get stretched and it’s easier if you go with it.”

  She inhales deeply, nodding slightly, and I feel it then. My shaft slips deeper into her folds, that pretty pink cunt gripping me like a velvet glove. Oh fuck, she’s so hot, tight, and wet and I want to come right now. But I can’t. Janie deserves the best, so I take another breath and gently ease forward again.

  “Oh!” she cries out, eyes flying open. “Oh god, you’re so big!”

  “That’s right,” I growl into her ear. “And you’re so fucking small. But trust me baby, this pretty pussy can take my cock. You’re young and elastic, so you’ll stretch.”

  She moans again, eyes fluttering shut, but as her hips shift, I slide in all the way, balls deep within her sweet channel.