Baby Batter: A Baby For The Billionaire Single Dad Romance

by Alexis Angel

  It’s so hot how dirty he is talking to me right now. It helps start to push me closer to the edge. I want to come. I’m close to coming. He starts thrusting himself in and out of my asshole, harder and faster. It feels so good and I through my head back. He grabs my hair and helps hold it back, pulling when I try to relax.

  “You’re gonna come for me,” he says. He isn’t asking and I LOVE IT. It’s so hot. He’s dominating me. Making me do whatever he wants me to do. I don’t things could get any hotter than they already are.

  The vibrator falls.

  “Shit.” He lets go of my hair and stops thrusting. He reaches for the vibrator.

  “I’ve got an idea.” I’m stopping him from fucking me the same way. I want to get fucked in a different position.

  I lie down on my back and fold my body in half, lifting my ass toward him. I grab the vibrator and shove it back into my pussy. I have to twist it around so that the ears can touch my clit. He’s staring down at me in awe.

  “You are fucking amazing, you know that?”

  I nod my head because he has already said that to me today.

  Kirk reaches for the lube and pours some all over his cock. It’s so fucking hot to watch him rub his cock like that. he does it slow and I know he’s just teasing me. It’s working so good.

  “That’s so hot,” I tell him.

  He stops and then scoots up to my asshole. He sticks a finger inside while I continue to fuck my pussy with the toy. I’m moaning and it’s getting louder and needier and then I feel him finally shove himself in my ass. There’s no warning or slowly entering, he just thrusts hard and he’s all the way inside of my ass.

  “Holy shit,” he says. As if it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life.

  “Mmm. Fuck me harder, Kirk,” I say. “Fuck my tight little asshole.”

  “I love when you talk dirty.” He takes the vibrator from my hand and starts fucking me with it.

  So now he really is fucking me in both holes. It feels so hot and I’m moaning loud. I can’t get enough of the pleasure I’m feeling and I want to keep feeling more and more. I want to keep feeling this until I reach my next climax.

  “I love that you’re fucking both my holes at once. It feels so fucking good,” I say to him. My voice sounds extra needy, but it’s not whiney. It’s hot.

  “Tell me more, baby,” he says.

  “I want you to fuck my ass with your giant cock and my pussy with my toy until I squirt.”

  “Oh fuck. Keep going.”

  I grab the vibrator from him and he starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. It hurts, but at the same time it feels fucking amazing. I’m on the verge of another orgasm. I’m going to come fucking hard for him.

  “I’m gonna come for you. Do you want me to come for you?”

  “Oh yeah, come for me baby.”

  “Harder, fuck me harder,” I yell and begin to thrust the toy in and out of my pussy so hard. It’s so deep inside of me and so is his cock. I figure it would be the same feeling with two different cocks. I love how into this he is. He isn’t worried about my toy and doesn’t consider it competition. The fact that he can be a real man is what’s really driving me crazy.

  “I’m coming!” I yell, loudly as he starts to fuck me even harder. I moan so loudly that I’m sure the neighbors down the street can hear me, but I can’t help it. My orgasm is so intense that I cannot control the sounds that are coming out of me. I can’t control my voice level because it’s so fucking hot. I’ve been fucked in both of my tight holes.

  My body is numb and as I’m coming down from my orgasm, Kirk slows down too. “I want you to have one more orgasm,” he says and leans down and kisses me.

  He pulls out of me and I pull the vibrator out of me. My body is jelly and I feel completely and totally relaxed. Every one of my muscles feel more relaxed then they have been in a long time. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy for another orgasm. But I know I at least want to try for him.

  I get onto my knees and start to suck him. I suck him hard, grabbing onto his balls and playing with them. I take one into my mouth and suck on it.

  “Oh, shit. Don’t do that, I’m gonna come,” he says.

  So, I do exactly the opposite of what he tells me to do. I grab his cock with my right hand and start jacking him off, hard. My hand is going along the length of his hand, hard and fast and I take one of his balls and stick it in my mouth. I suck on it and then switch to the other ball. I can see and hear how crazy he is being drove. Just as I think he’s going to blow his load all over me, he pulls back.

  “I’m serious, Emily. I want you to come one more time. I won’t come until you do.”

  I look at him. “I don’t know if I have the energy to do it.”

  He gets on the bed and lies down. “Just try. I’ll be here to help you.”

  I get on top of him, straddling his legs. I lower myself down onto his cock. No need to aim, my pussy found it perfect. I feel him entering me and it feels fucking amazing. It hurts a little because it’s raw, but I love having my pussy fucked raw and the feeling actually turns me on more than I thought it would. I move my body up and down slowly on his cock. I stop when I reach the head. I slide down him, slowly, and then back up, stopping, again, at the head of his dick. I repeat it over again. Going down slowly and back up just as slowly, this time I get off of his cock.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he says.

  “That’s the point.” I laugh a little and then put his cock back inside of me.

  I go slowly once again, but he’s not having it. He grabs my hips and slams me onto him. He starts fucking me harder and harder. The feeling of his cock inside of my pussy, shoved in there, is amazing. It’s hard for me to catch my breath because of how good it feels.

  “Mmm. I’m gonna come so much,” he says.

  “Come for me,” I tell him. I want to feel his hot cum load up my pussy. I want to feel his cock throb as he shoots his cum inside of me. I want to watch his face be filled with pure pleasure. The look of an orgasm on his face is fucking hot.

  “You come first.” He grabs my hips and starts moving them back and forth so that I’m grinding into him.

  I lean forward some, putting my hands on his chest and start rocking my hips back and forth, faster and faster. I can feel myself getting closer to anther orgasm. I can’t believe I’m about to come again. I start moving faster, faster and faster. As fast as my body will physically go. I want to come so bad. I want to make him come. I want to see him come. I want to feel him come.

  I go faster and faster. His hands go to my tits. He starts playing with my nipples. I sit up on his cock all the way and start bouncing and rocking my body harder. He’s shoved deep inside of me and I want to come so bad. I put my hands in my hair. He starts thrusting himself in and out of me at the same pace that I’m riding him. Not only do I feel sexier than ever in this lingerie while on top of him, but I fucking love riding him this hard.

  “Are you gonna come for me baby?”

  I’m so focused on my orgasm because I’m so fucking close that I can’t even find the words to respond to him. I’m focusing my breathing so I don’t’ pass out and I’m concentrating hard on the feeling of him underneath me. I’m ready to come for him. I’m ready to come all over him.

  “I’m gonna come,” I tell him.

  “I’m getting close too, baby. Don’t stop.”

  His hands go to my hips and he starts rocking me harder and faster, back and forth on him. Back and forth on his cock. And then suddenly, I’m coming and at the same time my orgasm is starting, I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. We’re coming together and it only increases the pleasure of my own orgasm. It feels so fucking good and my pussy is soaking up his cock. He’s moaning loud and I can tell it’s a great orgasm for him.

  When we both come down from our orgasms, he pulls me down on him and I kiss his lips.

  “Thank you.”

  He lifts and eye brow. “For what?”
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  “For the best sex of my life,” I say and climb off of him, making my way to the bathroom.

  I get myself cleaned up in the bathroom and when I walk back out, he already has his boxer briefs on and he’s under the covers. I climb in next to him and we roll over, say good night. My super weird shitty night turned into the best sex of my life.

  Naughty Angel Newsletter

  Wow ok Dirty Daddy is like 36 hours away...

  But I gotta tell you something first.

  Soooo, I posted last night before I emailed. I was on Facebook and I was like "Hey I'm gonna go do something naughty" and then left. I didn't say what because come on, have you not figured out that I'm a tease.

  Anyways, so turns out Freeway was like you wanna come over. I was like, no, sorry I can't because I have to work, but you can come over. We're talking about sex here, just FYI.

  So I'm doing my read through of Dirty Daddy and we're watching a movie and then he does his moves which aren't bad so I put my tablet down and start to respond. Anyways, so I'm kissing him and my hands are at his belt and I undo it after we wrestle for a while.

  I unzip his zipper and undo the button on his jeans.

  I just casually stick my hand inside. I'm not really focusing here because he's like doing stuff to me too.

  Anyways, so I pull the pants down a lil' bit.

  And I look down.

  He's not really commando. He's wearing underwear.

  But that's gotta be the tiny pair of briefs I've ever seen.

  Actually, those aren't briefs.

  That's a thong.

  Like a woman's thong.

  I know it because I have that same thong from Victoria;s Secret. It s a VERY SEXY LACE THONG IN PEACH MELBA.

  So I like look at him, like in a lil' bit of shock.

  This story is toooo good and I'm like lolling so hard I'm gonna stop for now and tell you the rest later.

  I know, I AM SUCH A TEASE, huh?

  LOL ;) Love you too!

  Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,

  Alexis Angel

  Kirk

  I could get used to this, I think to myself as I open my eyes. The sun is streaming through the blinds of her bedroom, its pink morning glow tumbling over the room gently. There’s only a sheet covering both of our naked bodies, and I smile as I feel one of her feet brushing against mine.

  I roll to the side, that stupid smile still on my face, and I reach for her. She has her back turned to me and, with my hands almost touching her waist, I hesitate. I start thinking about what happened last night and I can’t stop myself from overthinking everything.

  She seemed distraught about something, but she didn’t even tell me what it was… She just jumped on me, a kind of wild hunger flickering in her eyes. She was like a wild animal, completely untamable, and I loved every single fucking second of it.

  But, I gotta wonder… Was she just looking for sex? Maybe that’s all I am for her, a walking twelve-inch cock. Fuck, I really have to stop all this self-pitying bullshit. It isn’t helping me at all.

  What happened to the old Kirk?

  The one who didn’t give a shit.

  Well, he fell in love, my brain answers back. And he’s got to be strong till the female version of him is able to fucking realize it.

  Holding my breath, I finally lay my hand on her waist, the warmness of her smooth skin spreading to my fingers. I sigh softly as I feel the curve of her hips, remembering the way it felt to be inside of her… Whenever I lose myself in her kiss, in her touch, in her body, it’s absolute perfection. It’s more than sex with her. I never thought I’d be saying something quite like this, but now I know what ‘making love’ really means.

  I want nothing more than to pull her against me and hold her close. And the weird thing is, just like I told you, I’m not even talking about sex. I just want to hold her, to feel her body pressed against mine and breath at the same rhythm… as if we’re one.

  Screw it, I have to stop thinking and start doing.

  Draping one arm over her body, I press my chest against her back and close my eyes, breathing in the gentle perfume of her hair. She smells like Spring, like one of these perfect days where the world seems to be blossoming like a flower. Usually I need three or four glasses of wine to be this poetic, but I guess I’m already drunk on Emily. If I keep going like this, soon enough I’ll be writing her sonnets under the moonlight. And to think that I used to be the terror of women in this city.

  I sigh softly as I press my whole body against hers; she stirs in her sleep slightly, and I hold my breath as I find my cock pressed against her ass, the smooth curve of her cheeks against my shaft. Remember when I said this wasn’t about sex? Well, how does the saying go? One thing leads to another… As I remember the necessity of breathing again, my heart picks up the pace and my cock starts hardening up slowly, desire rushing through my veins.

  It doesn’t take long for all of my cock to be trapped between her ass cheeks, lust making my shaft pulse steadily.

  “G’morning,” she mumbles in her sleep, pushing her ass back against my cock.

  “Good morning,” I repeat, whispering these two words. I don’t know why, but it feels like it’s a sacrilege to cut through the silence in her bedroom right now. This little moment is so fucking perfect that I don’t want to risk ruining it.

  Sliding one hand up to the nape of her neck, I push her hair over her shoulder. I take a moment, watching as the morning sunlight bathes her naked skin, and then I reach for her with my parted lips. I lay my mouth against her neck, softly kissing her, but she doesn’t react. I keep on doing it for a few seconds more, waiting for her to do something (really, anything!) but either she’s asleep or she doesn’t care.

  And so I just stop, feeling like a complete idiot.

  I can’t believe that I was trying to cuddle and she just ignored me. Look, I know I’m not used to the whole cuddling scene, but being rejected like this hurts like hell. Because, let’s be honest about it, this is rejection. Plain and simple.

  Fuck, it’s morning already, what the hell am I doing in bed still? Emily probably sees me as nothing more than a booty-call, so why am I torturing myself with all these thoughts of relationship and cuddling up to my loved one in the morning? I’m a grown-fucking-man, and I need to stop acting like a pussy.

  Well, easier said than done, of course.

  Right now, all I can do is roll to the side and pretend that I’ve fallen asleep. What did you expect me to do? Jump out of bed and storm out like a drama-queen? That’s not me. Sure, I’m not exactly in the greatest of moods right now, but I don’t lose my cool that easily.

  I remain lying there for a few minutes, but my mind is working overtime. No more sleep for me, it seems.

  Swinging my legs off the bed, I sit on the edge of the mattress and run one hand through my hair. I stretch my back loudly, and that’s when I hear her stir in her sleep again. To my shame, I consider tip-toeing my way out of the bedroom and leaving without telling her, but then I decide against it. I won’t blame her because my feelings have been hurt; after all, it’s all my fault.

  If I hadn’t been such an idiot from the start, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Even though I’ve never felt so close to anyone as I feel to Emily, there’s a kind of no-man’s-land between the two of us, a space that I simply don’t know how to cross.

  I’ve tried, but either I don’t know how to do it right, or Emily just doesn’t care enough about me.

  Either way, I’m fucked.

  Emily

  Mm, that feels good.

  It’s a bit weird of me to admit it, but this is something new for me. Usually, most guys are gone before I wake up; and, in the case they decide to overstay their welcome, I just kick them out of the bed with a smile.

  But waking up with Kirk by my side, his naked chest pressed against my back… his cock against my ass, trapped right between my cheeks… Oh, now this is how every woman in the world should wake up.

  Sm
iling to myself, I jut my ass back, pressing it against his cock. He runs one hand down the side of my body as I do it, and I feel his warm breath against the naked skin of my neck. Taking his hand to my neck, he brushes my hair aside and then reaches for me; when he finally brushes his lips against my neck, I have to purse my lips to stop myself from moaning. Jesus, forget all about breakfast… Waking up with him by my side, that’s all I need to start my day with a nice big smile.

  “Mm, g’morning," I purr, but I do it so subtly that I doubt he even heard me. I stay there, laying against him as he kisses my neck, and I start feeling terribly self-conscious. What am I supposed to do here? Turn to him and kiss him? Cuddle? This is the morning after we’re talking about, which is almost unexplored territory.

  Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m actually considering cuddling with a guy as if he were my boyfriend. Emily, Emily… You’re turning into a fine young woman. Soon enough I’ll be able to call myself an adult, just imagine that!

  Still, I can’t bring myself to do it. It goes against each and everyone of my instincts. If I had to guess, I’d say being a commitment-phobe is part of my genetic makeup. As much as I want to turn to Kirk and simply enjoy the moment, I can’t. My brain is working fast, going through all possible outcomes and, before I know it, the moment’s gone.

  Kirk pulls back from me and rolls on his back, facing the other side of the bed. I hear him move for a few seconds, but then a deep silence quickly settles in the room. Has he fallen asleep?

  Lying there, I keep on waiting for him to come back, to press his body against mine… But that doesn’t happen, of course. Oh, what am I doing? This is the 21st century we’re living in; I'm a woman, and I can take initiative. I’m about to roll to the side so that I can face him, when he suddenly pushes the sheets back and sits on the edge of the bed. He stretches his back, goes up to his feet and, for a dreadful minute, I think he’s simply going to leave without telling me anything.