The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  Turning the knob, I walked into my apartment. I immediately looked at my big screen. Still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. Stealing a man’s television was not cool. I walked around the living room and saw that everything was in it’s place. It was the same story with the kitchen.

  “Idiot,” I mumbled, realizing I had left my door unlocked like a dumbass.

  I walked into my room, ready to strip into a pair of comfortable basketball shorts before chilling out and watching a little baseball.

  “What the hell?” I muttered, freezing in the doorway. “Son of a bitch.”

  Mia was curled up on top of the covers of my bed. She was wearing the black lace number and appeared to be sound asleep. I smiled as I took in the sight of her. After checking my watch, I saw it was after midnight her time. I briefly wondered how long she’d been waiting for me.

  I looked at the chair in the corner of my room and saw her suitcase. She was staying for a while judging by the size of the thing. That was a good sign.

  My gaze returned to the nearly naked woman on my bed. “Fuck me,” I whispered as I looked at her.

  She was sexy as hell, a real-life sleeping beauty on my bed. Judging by what she was wearing, or rather not wearing, I knew I was about to get very lucky. I just had to move. I shook my head when I realized I was still standing in the doorway like an idiot.

  I kicked off my sneakers and walked across the plush carpeting in my room. I didn’t want to scare her. I reached out and gently pushed back one of the long waves of hair that was across her cheek. She didn’t budge. The poor woman was obviously exhausted. I hesitated for a second, thinking I should let her sleep.

  I looked down at the recently spray-tanned skin and realized she hadn’t put on the lace lingerie to sleep in. She wanted me to fuck her. Who was I to deny the woman?

  After kissing her gently on the cheek, I moved to her lips. She moaned, but she didn’t move. I hoped she was dreaming of me. When she didn’t kiss me back, I moved lower. I kissed her chin and then her delicate collarbone before kissing the top of one of her rather exposed breasts. The only thing truly hidden from view was her nipple, and I could see it puckered beneath the black lace.

  “Hey,” she breathed out, my kiss to her tit having succeeded in finally stirring her from her slumber.

  “Hey yourself. You came.”

  She grinned and rolled onto her back, gazing up at me. “Not yet I haven’t.”

  Her words hit me like a freight train. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you every day since I left. Hell, the day I left, it took everything I had to walk out of your house without bending you over that couch one last time.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted. “I’ve been dreaming about you.”

  I grinned before giving her a quick kiss on her lips. “Did you get a nice nap?”

  “What time is it?”

  “After nine.”

  She smiled. “I slept enough.”

  “Good, because I’m about to make you a very happy, very satisfied, and extremely tired woman.”

  She giggled. “You think so? Maybe it’s going to be the other way around.”

  I shook my head, staring into her eyes. “I’ll have you crying uncle before this night is done.”

  She blushed. “I don’t know about that. Do you really have it in you?” she whispered.

  The woman had no idea what she was doing. I wasn’t a toy to be played with. I was going to fuck her until she was begging me for mercy. Her body was mine, and I needed her to know it. I had to dominate her in every way possible to prove to her how much she wanted me, how much she needed me in her bed.

  “Baby, you are going to be screaming with every orgasm I give you. This little bit of lace you sent me has had me beating off every night. That has only made it worse, so I’m so fucking hot for you, I’m almost afraid of what I might do to your body.”

  She shuddered beneath me before stretching both her arms up. “I’m yours to do with as you please. Fuck me, Brad. Dominate me. Make me scream for mercy. I dare you.”

  I pressed my lips against hers. She pulled my body against her own. I willingly collapsed on top of her before rolling onto my back, taking her with me to sprawl on top of me. I wanted to cherish every moment. Looking into her eyes, I took a brief second to thank my very lucky stars that she was here and in my bed.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Mia

  I leaned up and kissed him. I had never longed for anything as much as I longed for his touch. He kissed me back, slow and gentle. I wanted to tell him he had way too many clothes on for my taste. I squirmed, trying to remind him that I was virtually naked and on top of him.

  “Want something?” he asked in a gruff voice.

  “Yes.”

  He ran his hand down my side, starting at the tip of my fingers raised high above my head and trailing all the way down over my ribcage to my hip. My body was shaking in anticipation.

  He rolled me off him, sat up, and put his hand on my stomach. “I imagined what this would look like on you, but I could have never imagined this.”

  I smiled and arched my back, stretching my arms higher, encouraging him to look and touch all he wanted.

  He stared at me and my scantily clad body. It made me feel sexy, as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world.

  When he reached out and yanked my legs to hang them over the bed at my knees, I gasped. I slid back a few inches, thinking things would go a little easier if I was on the bed.

  “Don’t you fucking move,” he growled.

  I dropped back down to my elbows and stared at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with raging passion. He stared at the lace that ran over my pubic bone.

  “Open your legs.”

  I nodded, gulping down the ball of anxiety in my throat.

  “Fuck,” he said, groaning low in his throat.

  The tiny panties were crotchless and not really panties at all. They were nothing more than a band of frilly lace that wrapped around my hips.

  “Roll over,” he commanded.

  I slowly rolled onto my stomach.

  “God damn,” he breathed out.

  “Back. Get to your back!” he ordered, and I quickly did as he said, leaving my knees bent and my lower legs hanging off the bed.

  Without him asking, I spread my legs wide enough for him to step between them, which I was hoping he would hurry up and do. I was wet and aching with need for him. I had been waiting for this moment for too long to hold out much longer.

  He undid the button on his pants and pushed them down his hips, instantly freeing his engorged cock. I licked my lips at the sight of it. I could practically feel him inside me. He kicked his pants to the side, pulling his shirt over his head as he stepped between my knees. I reached up, bending at the waist to take his dick in my hands.

  I stroked him a few times before sitting up and closing my mouth around the silky, smooth tip of his cock.

  I moaned low in my throat at the taste of him. His hand went to the back of my head, pulling me against his dick, forcing me to take him in further. I opened my mouth and swallowed him deep in my throat. I lapped at the length in my mouth before I began sucking and pulling away.

  “Fuck!” He groaned and pulled my hair back, effectively pulling him out of my mouth.

  Instantly, I moved to take his dick back into my mouth, but he had other plans. He dropped to his knees and shoved me forcefully onto my back.

  I cried out when his mouth closed over my pussy lips with no warning. A million sensations exploded through my body as he used two fingers to spread my nether lips before sticking his rough tongue inside my hole.

  He furiously lapped and nibbled while I thrashed my head against the bed.

  “Brad!” I screamed his name, unable to say anything else. The feelings he was stirring inside my pussy were making me feel crazy. My hands were on his head, just like his had been on mine. I was pulling him closer, deepening his tongue thrusts into my hole before
pushing him away as the sensations became too strong.

  I was ready to explode. I was panting, trying to slow my heart rate, knowing it was on the verge of exploding out of my chest. He offered no relief. It wasn’t my heart that exploded, but my pussy. I erupted in a fountain of juices that he eagerly lapped up as I cried out in complete ecstasy, one vibration tearing through my body and then another, and then another.

  He pulled his tongue out and began a slow trail of kisses up my stomach before pausing at my breasts.

  “I didn’t hear uncle,” he said, looking into my eyes.

  I shook my head. “No, you didn’t.”

  He grinned. “Not yet anyway.”

  He stood and looked down at the lace stretched across my breasts. I smiled, realizing he had no idea how to get it off.

  I made a move to untie the thin straps around my neck that held it on, but I was interrupted as he slapped my hands away and in one quick, violent move, ripped it from my body.

  I gasped as his nostrils flared a split second before his mouth dropped to one nipple. He sucked hard and deep, practically pulling my back from the bed. The sucking turned to nibbling that created a painful pleasure I had never experienced. My brain warred with my nerve endings. It was my pussy that was oozing with the lovely sensations spiraling through my body.

  He stood up, looking down at me as he ran his hand between my legs. “You’re wet again. You ready?”

  I gulped and nodded, expecting him to give me that beautiful cock jutting out and over me. Instead, it was his fingers that ran up my clit before pushing inside me. The invasion was welcomed, and I felt myself tighten around his fingers as he pushed in and out while his other hand massaged one breast and then the other.

  “You’re drenched, Mia. You’re soaking my fingers,” he whispered, pushing them deeper inside me.

  I nodded, not sure what to say. I could feel my juices running onto the bed. He pinched a nipple, causing me to groan as he used his other fingers to pinch my clit. I jerked off the bed, wanting to get away and wanting more at the same time.

  “Come, baby. I can feel how wet you are.”

  Nodding, I whimpered from the mix of pleasure and pain. The pad of his thumb rubbed over my hard little nub while two fingers pushed deep inside me. When he tweaked my nipple again, I screamed as the second climax slammed into me, washing away the sting.

  “There you go. I knew you had it in you,” he soothed, stepping back a few inches before grabbing my legs and pulling my ass to the edge of the mattress.

  His big hands grabbed my legs and put my ankles on either side of his face, resting on his shoulders. Before I had time to protest the awkward position, the head of his cock was probing my entrance. I shimmied lower on the bed, desperate to have him inside me.

  With one hand, he spread my pussy lips and expertly guided his dick inside. The tip was pushing in, pressing the length of him against my swollen nub. I propped my head up and looked at the part where we were almost completely joined.

  “Watch,” he ordered, pushing in another inch.

  I bit my bottom lip, watching my pussy swallow his length. He pushed deeper, and the first stirring of a climax ran through my body, causing me to shudder and involuntarily arch my back. My head dropped back.

  “Watch!” he shouted. “Watch me fuck you.”

  I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight off the orgasm I could feel building with his slow entry. Watching him enter me was extremely erotic and had me very turned on.

  “Mia, look at my dick. Look at your sweet pussy pulling me in.”

  I opened my eyes and sat up a fraction to watch him push all the way inside. His balls were pressed against my ass, his pubic hair tickling my sensitive skin.

  “Your pussy is tight and so wet,” he groaned, stepping closer to the bed and pushing farther into me.

  “Brad!” I screamed as his dick pressed against my cervix. He was impossibly deep inside me. “I can’t stop it.” I groaned out the words as my orgasm rolled through my body in slow motion.

  My head dropped back against the mattress a split second before he reached down and cupped the back of my head, pulling me forward while pushing even deeper.

  “Watch!” he grunted.

  I was shaking and convulsing while watching my own pussy seep juices around his dick. He pulled out, his dick glistening with my own wetness before he pushed in again. I couldn’t stay up any longer and flopped against the bed, my body arching and flexing with violent muscle spasms.

  When I could finally move of my own accord, I looked up to see him watching me.

  “You’re so fucking hot when you come,” he whispered in a strained voice.

  “You’re so fucking hot when you make me come,” I told him in a croaking voice of my own.

  He smiled. “Then you’re about to get really hot, because I’m going to make you come again.”

  My breath hitched in my throat as he pulled out and slammed into me. I moved back a couple inches only to be dragged right back against his thighs while he drove into me over and over. I almost cried when I felt my body gearing up for another orgasm. I didn’t know how it was possible to come again.

  I whimpered, the sound encouraging him to drive harder and faster inside me. I felt my body stiffen before exploding around his dick. Everything went black as I rode out the next orgasm that he joined in on. Between the two of us, there was a flood of juices flowing in and out of me.

  He collapsed against the bed beside me, panting hard. I looked at him and used one hand to gently caress his face before I closed my eyes. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t find the energy to speak.

  My body was sated. He hadn’t been wrong. Uncle wasn’t the word I used, but I vaguely remembered begging for mercy. He had played my body like a finely tuned machine. And now, I was starving. I had been too nervous and excited to eat before I’d crawled into his bed to wait for him. Now that my immediate needs had been taken care of, I needed food.

  I pushed his arm off me and sat up, looking around for something to throw on. I found his shirt on the floor and leaned over to pick it up.

  “No.”

  I turned to him. “What?”

  “No. Leave it off. I like you naked.”

  “I’m hungry.” I pouted, folding my arms across my chest.

  He grinned. “Fine. You can put on the shirt. Nothing else.”

  I raised an eyebrow and thought about telling him I could wear as much or as little clothing as I wanted. Instead, I slapped him with a pillow.

  He laughed and grabbed it out of my hand before smacking me playfully in the head with it.

  “You don’t need clothes on to eat, just so you know,” he said with a smile.

  I shook my head. I loved this fun, flirty side of him. He could go from serious to wild and fun in the space of a minute. I gave him a quick kiss before pulling on the shirt and getting out of bed.

  “You better have food in your kitchen, or you are going to find yourself going to the store.”

  “Or I’ll just call for delivery.”

  “It’s one o’clock in the morning.”

  He shrugged. “So? There are places that deliver all night.”

  I laughed and headed for the kitchen in search of sustenance.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Brad

  I should have been exhausted as I walked into work, but I wasn’t. I was on cloud nine. When I had left, Mia had been in my bed, getting in a quick nap. I had worn her out last night. I laughed while thinking back to our emergency run to an all-night diner at two o’clock that morning. I didn’t have what she’d wanted in my kitchen. She’d insisted on something completely fattening and full of protein. I had loved watching her pack away the food. I knew she didn’t normally eat like that. It was all me and because of what I had done to her body.

  I was smiling as I walked down the hall and into my office. I had called in earlier, saying I would be in for my show and nothing else. Than
kfully, I didn’t have any spots or live broadcasts on the agenda. It was just me and my one-man show. I couldn’t wait to tell my listeners that things were looking up. I had to be careful, though. I didn’t want to say too much in case Mia was listening.

  Sitting down, I quickly checked my email. There was an email from the radio station in New York. I clicked it, then nearly threw the computer across the room when I read the words. It was a no. They didn’t think I was right for their target audience. The demographics were not a good fit.

  “Bullshit,” I said into the empty room.

  They didn’t know what they were missing out on. I could run a successful show. I could bring in new listeners and increase their advertising dollars. I had done it at my station with great success, and that had been before I really knew what I was doing. Now I had experience under my belt and a solid reputation in the entertainment industry. I wasn’t interviewing Madonna or Katy Perry or others like them, but I was on my way.

  “Fuck,” I said. Now what was I going to do? I had been certain I could get a job in the city fairly easily. Mia was going to be pissed when she found out. She was going to think I wasn’t serious about moving to be close to her.

  I had to find a way to make it work. After last night, I knew without a doubt that I wanted her in my life. I was absolutely willing to give up everything to be with her.

  “Hey, you okay?” Tina asked, coming into my office and sitting down. “You look like someone just popped your favorite red balloon.”

  “Just a shitty email.”

  “Everything else okay? You didn’t come in at your normal time. I thought maybe you were sick or something,” she said. She studied my face. “You don’t look sick.”

  I nodded. “I’m better than okay actually. Mia got into town last night,” I said with a big smile.

  She laughed. “That explains the glow. I wasn’t sure if you were happy or feverish.”