Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  "You want it, dirty girl. Don't pretend you don't."

  There's no pretending. I don't have the energy or the focus to lie about my desires right now. And he can tell. From the way I'm grinding my hips against him. The way I'm whimpering and whining.

  "Gonna tell your friends about this, too?" he challenges me.

  His lips curl into a gorgeously cruel smile. I need them to be on my fucking cunt, but I know he won't give them to me.

  He's toying with me.

  Playing with my body like I'm a fuckdoll made for his cruel little whims.

  I would do anything to come right now, and he fucking knows it, too.

  "You fucking want it, girl," Zane growls as the phone buzzes and buzzes against my tender clit. "But this is never going to be enough to push you over the edge. You know that, don't you?"

  I whimper and nod my head. I do. I know it. I really do.

  "Do you want to touch yourself, Piper?"

  "Yes! Fuck. God yes," I beg.

  Zane pulls the phone away and swats my pussy with a cruel little slap. Even that's almost enough to give it to me. Push me into another orgasm. But just like the thing with my phone, I'm coming up short.

  "Finger yourself," Zane says, pulling me off the couch and pushing me to my knees. He stands before me, cock huge and hard and ready. "Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers of yours, Piper, while I use your mouth."

  His cock is staring me down. Stiff and demanding. Ready to be licked, sucked and fucked. Probably in that order.

  I stare up at Zane as I stick my tongue out, letting a bead of his precum drip down onto it, catching it before it hits the floor.

  Then he’s got one hand in my hair, forcing my mouth down on the tip while he idly goes through my phone—the fucking jerk!

  “Mm. Your friend Candice would be happy with you, Piper baby,” Zane teases, flipping idly through the group chat while I gag on his dick. “According to her, you’d better be swallowing my cock tonight like a speed eater at a hot dog convention.”

  I glower. To be fair, that does sound a lot like Candice.

  “Should I tell her how good you’re doing, babe?”

  Zane pulls my mouth off his cock and I gasp for air.

  “You better fucking not,” I say, and that’s all that I say.

  Because as soon as I get the words out of my mouth, Zane’s using my throat as his personal fucktoy again, and it’s making me wetter by the second.

  “Don’t worry, Piper. I won’t tell,” Zane promises. “Although, from the sounds of things, you tell an awful lot already. Good to know that I have—how did you put it?–a sexy as fuck O-face and a hot ass.”

  Ugh. The worst thing is he does. He so does. Even the way Zane closes his eyes when I take his cock down my throat in an especially excellent way is too sexy to handle. It's making me wetter, and wetter, and—

  Oh my god. I forgot. How the hell did I fucking forget?

  I can touch myself.

  Dear lord. Thank fuck.

  I slip my fingers between my pussy lips and start rubbing and grinding away while I use the other hand to stroke the back half of Zane's cock. I use my mouth on the front half, sucking and slurping and treating him like he's a push pop that I just can't get enough of.

  Above me, Zane hisses and moans and, despite my best efforts to distract him, continues to go through my phone.

  "Mm. Piper. You didn't tell me about your dirty little secret," he says.

  While I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if I have any self-indulgent tit pics or ass snaps in my photos folder, my mouth is still taking Zane's cock like a sexy vacuum. Oh god, is he checking my browser history? My drunk Twitter account?

  "David, David, David," Zane says, scrolling through my messages. "This ex of yours sure is obsessed with you, Piper. Is this something I should be worried about?"

  Oh my god. He's found the David messages. Long, drawn out, sometimes vaguely threatening and always, always super pathetic. How many has he sent me since I walked in on his cheating ass? Dozens. How many have I responded to? None. Nada, zilch, zero.

  "As if," I say, taking a gulp of air before I go right back to work.

  I don't have time for fucking David right now. I'm fucking Zane, for fuck's sake. Taking his huge, gorgeous cock in my mouth makes me happy. It feels right on my lips and it leaves my cunt fucking singing.

  If Zane could just shut the fuck up for a little bit longer, I could so totally come again. And I want to. God, I desperately want to. I want to orgasm while I suck Zane's cock, then take him into my bedroom and work this cock with my cunt until we make a baby.

  But Zane, apparently, has other plans.

  "Whatever happened with you and David anyway, Pipes?"

  "Ugh. Does it matter?" I ask, coming off Zane's cock again. "It's so fucking over now. Come on. Drop it. Gimme that baby juice."

  "Huh. Maybe that's it. It would explain why you don't want to say," Zane chuckles, tossing my phone back down on the couch.

  "What would?" I pump Zane's cock in my greedy little fist, annoyed.

  I want to make this baby, like, now. Like, yesterday. But Zane knows that I'm a sucker for a good mystery. I just can't help myself—I need to know the answer to this stupid hypothetical he's posed for me.

  "His cock. Is that why you dumped him and came crawling to me, begging for cum?"

  Zane's cock throbs as he says it, and I look up at him with narrowed eyes, amused.

  So that's what this is about. It's getting Zane off, this idea of stealing me away from David.

  And who am I to deny him from something that he enjoys so much?

  "His cock is smaller than yours," I say saucily.

  "Most men's are." Which is true. Twelve inches is no laughing matter. "Tell me something I didn't know, Piper."

  "He doesn't cum as much as you do," I say, my voice breathy and sensual.

  "No, I bet he doesn't. And I bet he doesn't make you orgasm the way I do either. Which reminds me—get that fucking hand to work."

  I hiss in realization. I got so caught up in this little narrative Zane has created that I forgot. I'm supposed to be rubbing my clit like a slut while I jack off Zane's massive man meat.

  "Sometimes, he couldn't keep it up," I go on.

  Because you know what? Fuck David. Fuck David and his shitty, cheating attitude. Fuck all the times that he should have been pleasing me and only ended up letting me down. And fuck the idea that it was ever normal for that to constantly happen.

  David made me feel bad about my sexuality. He made me feel like I didn't deserve to feel the way Zane is so fucking happy to make me feel.

  Like I'm worth a million bucks even when he's balls-deep in my throat.

  Like every orgasm I have is worth taking the time to slow down just to ensure that I have it.

  Like every other girl in the world fades away when I'm with him, and it doesn't matter how many women he's fucked. Because I'm the only one he's ever going to get pregnant. I'm going to be the mother of his child. And only I'm going to have him that way. The way that no other woman ever will.

  "Let me tell you something, Piper," Zane says, easing his hips into a gentle thrust while he claims my mouth with his thickness. "I've met David. I've seen how he acts around you. And I know, for him to have sent you all of those fucking messages…he must have hurt you. That bastard had no idea how good he had it."

  Can you actually be turned on by someone trash talking your trashy ex? Because the way my fingers are working against my clit, you would think Zane was reading me erotic poetry or describing in detail exactly how he plans on using my body over the course of the evening, kiss by delectable kiss.

  "He's no man, Piper. That's why you came to me. That's why you wrote that stupid fucking contract, and that's why you're sucking my cock right now. Because you need a man to knock you up. Not some little boy who couldn't even appreciate what he had when he had it. That poor fuck only realized how good he had it when you were gone."
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br />   I'm going to come. Oh god. That feels so wrong, but I want it. I so fucking want it! I want to come while Zane says all the shit I've been thinking about my dumbass failed relationship. I've never felt so vindicated and turned on all at once.

  "And now I've got you. You're mine, Piper Stewart. And I'm going to use you the way you've always wanted to be used."

  My fingers trap my clit between them, stroking it in time to the way my lips are currently stroking Zane's cock.

  "I'm going to take you. Fill you up with my baby batter. Make you pregnant the way we both know your body needs."

  I'm throbbing. Panting. Moaning into Zane's shaft, sending little vibrations straight to his balls where he's keeping all of that gorgeous, delicious cum of his.

  "Fuck," Zane snarls. "Come for me, Piper. I want to fill your fucking throat with my nut while you come for me. Like the little slut you are."

  Yep. That's what does it.

  That's my kink.

  Zane's cum floods into my mouth as my hips ache and my wet pussy sends throbs of pleasure all up and down my spine. I can feel the orgasm all the way up in my tongue where Zane's cum is washing over my taste buds. He's sweet and salty, juicy and perfect and so much. So fucking much.

  Zane comes harder and more than any man has any right to. When I can't lap it up fast enough, it slips over my bottom lip and dribbles onto my tits.

  My own orgasm should have left me satisfied. But all it did was drive me fucking insane.

  I need one more. Just one more fucking orgasm to satiate me. Not from my fingers or Zane's mouth or my fucking phone, which is still buzzing on the couch with hundreds of messages from my dick-crazed, jealous friend.

  I need an orgasm from Zane's cock, or I'm going to fucking lose my mind. Or even better…I need an orgasm from Zane's cock while he shoots his cum deep into my womb, getting me pregnant and giving me the baby that I so totally need from him.

  Zane's cock doesn't soften in my mouth. Even when I've sucked up what I know must be the very last of that load.

  His refractory period is just plain stupid. I suppose all of his training with supermodel foursomes has finally paid off. It's made him the perfect man for me: the kind who can go all night without stopping, giving it to me until I'm too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

  "Fuck." I laugh, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand. "I need a drink."

  "Do you?" he asks darkly. He's not fucking smiling.

  If I wasn't still staring down the barrel of his raging hot love gun, I might even think he's pissed.

  "Don't you?" I ask, fluttering my lashes at him sweetly. After all…what could possibly be wrong with a little mid-fuck pick me up?

  Zane hauls me to my feet by my wrists.

  "I'm getting you pregnant, Piper," he snarls, before claiming my lips in a hot, brutal kiss. "One way or another. So you're going to stop the fucking drinking. Right fucking now. In fact…"

  His voice lights up with the sound of a bad idea. When I pull back, I fucking shudder.

  Because now he's smiling.

  And it isn't a nice man's smile.

  "I ought to punish you for putting our baby in danger like that in the first place," he says with that awful grin.

  And like, shit. I didn't think of it like that.

  But before I can make excuses for myself or try to argue, Zane has me hauled up over his shoulder. Like some kind of caveman, hauling me off to his little hole in the mountain to have his way with me. Only, the hole in the mountain is my lush, lavish bedroom. And Zane having his way with me sounds like, for once, it might actually hurt.

  Zane tosses me down on the bed roughly. The rest of his clothes are off before I can even recover. There's a wild look in his eyes to accompany that awful grin, and I can't tell if I'm actually in trouble or if this is all just part of the fun.

  Actually, knowing Zane, it's probably a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B. But if he thinks he's going to punish me, he should know better than to think that I'm going down without a fight.

  We're both naked now. Just me versus him. As he throws his shirt across the room, I rush at him. Bad move, Stewart. He gathers me up into his arms, his hands groping and wandering wherever they please.

  It's good. It's so fucking good. But I can't let him know how much I like it. It would ruin the damn illusion. And there's something so fucking sexy about the energy between us now. It's feral and raw and I don't want it to stop.

  But Zane is stronger than me. He's faster. The man has the muscles of a bodybuilder. He's obviously well-acquainted with the gym. He's young, healthy and he doesn't skip leg day.

  So when he picks me up and throws me back down on the bed again–well, there's not a whole fucking lot I can do about it but squeal and kick and wiggle. And maybe, if I'm smart, beg for mercy.

  He sits down on the bed next to me and pulls me onto his lap like I weigh nothing. Nothing at all.

  "I'm going to spank you, Piper," he tells me, flipping me over face down.

  My body stretches out across his lap as he runs his hands up and down it. But as promised, they seem to always find their way back to my ass. I wince and tense up, my muscles tightening with every stroke.

  "What if I like it?" I finally purr, unable to deny how good it feels. Even if he is killing me with anticipation. It's insanely fucking hot.

  "Oh, I'm sure you will," Zane purrs back.

  And then it's on.

  I don't' know how many times Zane spanks my ass. I don't know how he manages to make me cry out and beg for him to stop and moan and beg for more all at once. It's intense. It's too visceral for my body to even fully comprehend.

  And it makes me wetter than I've ever been in my goddamn life.

  By the time he's done with me, I'm shaking. Trembling like a puppy left out in a snowstorm. And when he draws me up onto his lap–dammit–I might even be crying a little.

  "Shh, Piper baby," he coos, holding me against his chest nice and tight. "You did so good. Are you all right?"

  "Mm," I say, nodding. Because I am. He hasn't hurt me. At least, not in any way that I didn't like.

  Then, he says it. The thing that I've been waiting all night for. The thing I want more than anything else in the world.

  "You still want my baby batter in that pussy?" Zane asks, smoothing my hair down over my forehead and kissing my neck.

  I don't think I've ever spread my legs so fast before in my entire fucking life.

  Zane takes me there on my bed. Where David was fucking that bimbo floozy. Where I've had sex with plenty of other men and, despite myself, ended up a little bit disappointed every time.

  There's no room for disappointment in this bed tonight.

  Zane fucks me slow and hard, and I come for him more times than I can reasonably count. Whatever's between us, it's real. It's intense and wild and crazy and yeah, sometimes it's even pure fucking nonsense. But it feels right. It feels more right than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  And Zane doesn't stop until I'm completely satisfied, sweaty and spent and exhausted, with his cum leaking out of my cunt onto my Egyptian cotton sheets.

  24

  Zane

  I’m sitting at my desk looking at the schedule for the week when my assistant Laura pounces into the room.

  Her eyes are as fucking wide as saucers, and she appears to be visibly sweating. What the fuck could possibly already be going wrong at 9:30 in the morning?

  “I’m sorry. I can’t stop him from coming back here.” Her voice is full of panic, and her short red hair is spiky on the top. She wears black-rimmed eclectic glasses that have a bead necklace attachment hanging for easy access.

  “What are you talking about?” I stand up, expecting gunshots or some other bullshit to start firing at me any second.

  “David Brigman is coming in here,” Laura announces contritely. I know that in any other circumstance she can move mountains, but right now is apparently a different story.

  “David Brig
man?” I say with alarm. “Why the fuck is he here?”

  Of course I know who David Brigman is. He’s the psycho ex-boyfriend of Piper’s who looks like a Gap model but has the mental edge of a person who belongs in a fucking mental institution.

  Before I have any chance to prepare or fucking hide―or run away for that matter―David storms into my office, his facial expression claiming rationale.

  “This is a private office,” I say and take a step towards him as if I’m marking my territory.

  “I don’t give a shit what it is,” David says, clenching his fists at his side.

  “Should I call security, sir?” Laura peers back and forth between me and David, worry spreading all over her face.

  I consider her proposal for a second. Sure, it sounds like a good idea, but if this guy wants to fight me or something, I want to know the fucking reason why.

  I’d rather get shit out in the open right here with witnesses and not give David an opportunity to blindside me later with a hatchet or something.

  “No,” I shake my head. “I’ll talk to this asshole. Just stay nearby in case I change my mind.”

  I nod to Laura to get her to cooperate, and she reluctantly backs away. “It’s okay,” I convince her. “I’m fine; we’re just going to talk.”

  When Laura exits the office, David turns back to look at me.

  “Okay, so what the fuck do you want?” I ask as if I’m only remotely interested and tremendously aggravated by his mere presence in my office.

  “I know all about you,” David’s grin forms into an ugly sneer.

  “Excuse me?” I ask.

  David nods. “Yeah, I’m going to ruin you unless you do what I say.”

  “You are being really fucking vague, dude,” I say with irritation.

  “I know what’s in that contract, and I am going to tell everyone unless you listen very carefully.”

  The blood drains from my face, and my heart falls through the floor. Fuck, this dude has me cornered.

  “What contract?” It’s a fucking feeble attempt to act oblivious, but it doesn’t work on David.