Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Lisa clearly did not like me anymore, given the mad-eye she stopped mid-roll when her husband called her out by name to go check on their daughter.

  Lisa finished her eyeroll and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “That girl is just messing around. She’s fine. Probably re-doing her makeup.”

  I liked the sound of that. Perhaps she was doing it for my benefit.

  I leaned against their table.

  “If I may ask, has Valeria started looking at colleges? I have quite a few friends on the board at Stanford and could put in a good word,” I offered, with concern in my voice.

  James shook his head.

  “I’m not sure that Valeria is the college type. The girl seems lost right now. I want her to figure out a career or better yet, find a husband.”

  We both laughed a bit, but I was wondering how I could be that husband that they found.

  I shocked myself with this thought, since I had never been the settling down type.

  I reached up and scratched my chin thoughtfully.

  “Perhaps I can talk to her. I’ve done some career counseling and sometimes it helps to talk to someone outside of the family.”

  Lisa looked as if she was definitely against it, but James piped in.

  “How kind of you, Alexander. Actually, it would be nice if you got to talk to her and she got a few pointers on what she wants to do with her life. She should have enrolled in college months ago. She has already graduated from high school and has been eighteen years old for a little while now. She needs to get a job and fast.”

  He nodded his head like I was offering his daughter a lifeline.

  I smiled to myself.

  “Thanks, James. Lisa, I hope you don’t mind,” I chimed.

  “Not at all.”

  The finality of her tone sent me away, but not before I said hello to their son, Andrew.

  I walked past the doors leading to the hallway, and walked slowly, with my heart in my hands. I was nervous but had to seem calm.

  Just then, I heard a strange noise.

  I instinctively ran towards the lady’s bathroom but stopped in my tracks when I heard a moan that I found familiar from my womanizing days. With no one else around, I put my ear to the door.

  “Oh, Alexander, that big cock is mine, and I want to feel it inside me!”

  That took me by surprise. Was Valeria actually… masturbating to me?

  I was rock hard in an instant. But I had to keep my head — both of them, if I wanted this conversation to happen.

  The lock to the lady’s room was open, and the most beautiful spectacle I had ever seen was just past the door. Valeria was standing with her back pressed to the sink. Her legs were splayed, and her sweet little fingers were up the skirt of her dress.

  A flush covered her face. A moment of eye contact was all I needed to refuel me back to my youth and switch on my sweet-talking capabilities.

  “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Valeria,” I told her, “and have seen you grow into a mature young lady. I hope you don’t take any offense when I say I admire your beauty and character, as they do make me feel intoxicated with you.”

  I locked the door behind me, drunk on lust, and took a step towards her.

  Valeria dropped her hand from her pussy, but she didn’t straighten her skirt.

  I had confessed to her how I felt, and she walked towards me in a manner that suggested a slap at the end of that strut.

  But then she kissed me so strongly I lost all thought at that moment.

  My arms and shoulders relaxed at her taste of mint and the sweet fragrance of lavender. I reciprocated with passion, my lips hard and hot on hers.

  She pulled back from my embrace, a worried expression on her face.

  “Alexander, I’m a virgin. Be gentle, okay?”

  Those words made me smile; they were like seven words of heaven to me. This young lady, this beautiful gem of humanity, was going to give her innocence to me.

  She touched the bulge in my pants tentatively, and I was surprised at how good she could handle a man, but my desire for her was too strong. I put my hands on her narrow waist, picked her up, and set her bottom on the edge of the sink.

  Pushing between her legs, I slid my hands up her thighs to find her deep warmth. My fingers brushed over her smooth skin. My dirty girl was not wearing panties and her pussy was dripping wet from her own actions.

  I had to taste her juices. I dropped to my knees and pushed up her dress until her pussy was exposed to me. It was pink and perfect. I could see the wetness on her lower lips, and I leaned forward to lick her.

  Her sweet pussy was nothing like I had tasted before. Valeria’s inner folds had a fresh taste to them, and her pink flesh was hot, only with sweet juice wetting her.

  Valeria kept moaning so strongly, without a care in the world, and I knew the moment I licked and twisted my tongue into her slit and stuck my thumb inside her puckered asshole that I wanted her virginity more than ever.

  She stared pushing her pussy up and down on my fingers and I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to take her right then and there.

  I stepped back and pulled her light form from the sink. Guiding her to the toilet, I hastily pulled down my pants and boxers — letting my long hard cock spring free — and sat down.

  I turned Valeria so that she faced me.

  “Do you know how to get on a horse? Get on me like that. Yes, just like that baby, right on my thighs. Look at me baby, now I need you to take that…” I went incoherent as she grinded my dick along her wet pussy lips.

  The wetness engulfing my cock and her pink lush lips moistened in the faint bathroom light, made me want her badly. My body ached to fuck this girl who had commanded me to make her my own, but I knew I had to be gentle with her and let her feel comfortable with me.

  “Patiently, baby,” I whispered, knowing how long and thick my cock was.

  It could destroy her if I wasn’t careful.

  Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, and, oh, fuck!

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed. “You are so tight, Valeria! My little virgin!”

  My sweet girl could not even talk. The pleasure we were both engulfed in could only be described as magic. She took my whole length in her wet pussy, and I was in heaven.

  It had been so long since I had known the smooth, velvety depths of a woman, and I was not able to move or fuck her. Not yet, anyway.

  I looked at Valeria’s sweet luscious breasts in my face. Those babies were so round and reminded me white globes, her rock-hard nipples pointed at me accusingly of not engorging them with my tongue, and I pleaded guilty, sucking one into my mouth.

  She looked into my eyes as she rode me and all I could see in her blue-glassed eyes was hunger and desire. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her with my tongue. I explored her mouth fiercely, with more and more of my pulsing dick slowly plunging deeper and deeper into her.

  She moaned as I pinched her nipples with both my hands and squeezed the soft mounds on her smooth chest. Valeria threw her hair back – her blonde, silky hair – and rode me hard. She was so fucking tight, and I could feel my balls tighten up, alerting me that I was going to cum inside my little angel.

  Just then, I felt the softest hands I had ever felt reach back, grab my balls and squeeze them ever so gently.

  “Valeria…that feels uuuuuuhhhh…so fucking good…” I whispered.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I looked deep into Valeria’s eyes and said words I never thought through, but to this day I do not regret them whatsoever.

  “I’m going to cum inside you right now and for the rest of our lives together.”

  The orgasm creeping over me was already set to be one like I had never had before. With the women I had entertained at my house before I had met Valeria, I always used condoms. But I had an insane desire to possess every raw, naked inch of Valeria.

  Valeria’s pussy was p
erfect. She knew I was coming and held her own by rocking so elegantly you would think her a pro at this. Her naked torso had beads of sweat rolling down her beautiful breasts, and her pussy was pulsing with each wave of pleasure she gave herself with me.

  “Baby, I want all of it inside me. Cum inside me… oooooh baby, I’m coming too!” was all that she could muster, and with one final swing of her fine ass humping my balls, we came together.

  For a second, I was in a place filled with silence — a void, and I think I met with God there. It was an essence constructed with bliss, and the entirety of it all was immensely perfect.

  Valeria moaned, and I grunted with enough pleasure to last a lifetime. I came inside her sweet depths, without a care in the world. I filled her with string after string of my seed, and her pussy walls milked it all in.

  For a full minute, we reveled in the pleasure of being with each other, our bodies still shaking from the mind-splitting orgasms we had just given ourselves.

  My cock was still slick and wet with Valeria’s pussy juice and filled her hot hole so tightly it could not shrink back to its normal size.

  “Valeria, that was the most beautiful thing I have done in a very long time, and I want you to know how special that was to me,” I confessed.

  She looked into my eyes, and all I could think of was how beautiful her own eyes were. They were round and blue with a hint of mischief and satisfaction. I wiped off the line of sweat on her upper lip, and she bit my finger playfully.

  “Ow!”

  “Ha-ha, can’t the big man handle a little bit of pain?” she asked playfully, hand in mine.

  “Oh, you’d be surprised how high my threshold for it is,” I responded coyly.

  “Alexander, that was amazing. I am so happy you are the one who I gave my virginity to. Something in me knew that one day my fantasy with you would come to pass. But the singing is over, and I need to get back to my parents,” she added with a hint of disappointment and possibly fear.

  “It’s alright, baby. I can clean up in here and leave through the back,” I reassured her with a smile. Her hand in mine clasped strongly, and my heart skipped.

  “You can keep my panties, Alexander. You seemed eager tonight. Ha-ha,” she retorted, as she stood up to get her bearings together. Her ass wobbled in my face as if begging for more, but that was for another time.

  “Need some help with your zipper?” I offered, getting onto my feet as well.

  Fuck, that dress was sexy. Not to even mention her heels.

  “Thank you, Alexander,” she cooed, after a little feel of my hands on her.

  If she touched me any longer, I would rip her dress off and fuck her raw again. Yet I knew the timing would be wrong.

  Valeria got her purse and checked herself out in the mirror.

  If only this young woman knew how beautiful she was, and how long I have saved myself for her.

  As she walked out of the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks and looked back at me.

  Her bit lip and innocent smile let me know I had made the right choice.

  She was perfect and I needed more.

  Chapter Six - Alexander

  Once I arrived back home to my rather empty house, I went first thing to take a shower. I missed Jonathan already, but was not in the mood for a sarcastic comeback with the good mood I was in. I decided I would call him the next morning.

  As I walked past the hallway leading to my bedroom, I stopped at the wall.

  It would look so much better with photos of someone I loved and called family, I thought. Jonathan… definitely, but also more of a family… maybe children.

  The hot bursts of water from the shower head onto my body were all I needed. As the droplets that turned into streams of refreshment and healing cascaded down my body, I felt the need to imagine Valeria right there with me.

  Oh, Valeria… be mine. Take my hand in yours and kiss me. You taste so good, like a French dessert on the Alps… your skin feels so soft…

  My cock sprang up slowly, and it felt so good to wrap my hand around it and harden it up.

  Valeria, take my cock. Be mine… I’m yours tonight. Ravish me; take me deep in your mouth… yes, just like thaaaat… oooooh fuck… yes…

  In my head, Valeria was on her knees, taking my cock deep in her throat, pleasing me with zero abandon, and slobbering all over me.

  Don’t stop, baby… Oh, I feel your hands touching me softly… don’t take your hand off my balls, love…

  I was on the verge of coming, with my hands all over my cock, thinking of the only girl my brain or cock would let me think about these days. Her mouth on my cock, her fingers on my skin, squeezing my ass, her other hand fondling my balls, and her blue eyes finally looking at me with desire.

  “Fuck!” I screamed out, as I came hard, onto the marble tile floor. It was totally different having my fantasy of her, with my lady far away from me.

  I dried off and wore my robe. The insignia at the back with my black initials, AF, looked fantastic in the mirror. My white robe felt warm covering my naked, satisfied body underneath, and as I walked down the flight of stairs towards the common room, I could only think of the events that had happened over the past few hours.

  It was only 10 p.m. and I had no desire for sleep in my system. I flicked through a few episodes of Jonathan’s stash of British comedy, and a few episodes of The Inbetweeners made my hour pass along quite swiftly. It was almost my time to get to bed, for the next day would begin the grit of the week.

  Fucking jerks in suits.

  The guys I was meeting with tomorrow had almost succeeded in a hostile takeover of my company a few months back, and if Jonathan had not been at my office that day to have a random look over my finances, I would be royally screwed.

  Reminding myself to call the man in the morning to see how his vacation was coming along, I got up and switched off the TV.

  It was a long walk to my bedroom, which was on the third floor. I never thought to install an elevator. It would only encourage laziness.

  I passed by the hallway once more, and it hit me.

  Valeria was looking for a job!

  I hurried over to my bed stand and got out my contact book. I was sure that her father James had given me his number once before, but as I went down page after page, I grew constantly disappointed.

  When I arrived at the last page, still there was nothing.

  I was disappointed and was about to call it quits and head to bed to figure out the next move with Valeria — till I saw the sticky note at the edge of the book cover.

  It was a sticky note alright, but its corners had been cut off just so the book’s edges lined perfectly with it.

  Jonathan. With all your fastidiousness you just had to cut off the edges to make it look even, huh?

  James’ number was scrolled on it in black ink, and I smiled as I hurriedly dialed the number.

  “Hello?” a sleepy voice grunted.

  Clearly, I had awoken him.

  “Hey James, this is Alexander Foster,” I said, and a fast ruffle of activity told me that that bit of info had got his attention. “I was wondering if it’s too late at night to have a talk about your daughter’s future?”

  “Oh, not at all! Not at all… uh, is there a matter that I need to know about? Did she talk back at you? If she did…” he was clearly agitated over the story he had made up in his head.

  “No, James. Valeria is quite polite and respectful, and we have Lisa to thank for that, don’t we? Ha-ha, we both know how hard-headed you used to be back in the old days,” I commented.

  I wanted this to play out just as I hoped.

  “Well, then. Thank you, Alexander. That means a lot, coming from you, and I’ll be sure to pass that along to my wife. Ha-ha, you’re right. Back then, things got out of hand fast, but luckily, they got back in hand quickly, after saving your ass in that fight,” he responded.

  He was clearly enjoying the trip down m
emory lane.

  “Oh, it was fun alright. Perhaps the days ahead could be much better for both of us,” I paused, waiting for the right tone to hit him with.

  “How so?” he nervously responded.

  “Well, I have a new position available at my office, as my secretary needs help with the workload we will have in the next few months, and I was hoping that Valeria would take that opportunity and learn a few things about the way companies are handled.”

  I paused.

  Clearly that piece of news had left James dumbstruck.

  A few moments passed and I was getting slightly nervous that I might receive a negative response.

  “James? Are you still there?”

  “Oh yes! I am. I was just surprised at the offer! Wow, thank you, buddy!”

  Relief.

  “Fantastic! Can she start tomorrow? I know it’s late and she might be asleep, but could you let her know that she will need to be at the head office at seven?”

  I had to make him feel that the control was in his hands, so that he would give her permission to work for me.

  “That sounds great. I’ll just run it by Lisa, but you can be sure Valeria starts tomorrow. She will definitely be excited over this.”

  “I hope she is. It’s good work with pay and benefits, and I promise to look after her. Don’t you worry, alright?” I reassured him, fiddling with the phone line.

  I always fiddle with things when I’m happy.

  “Great! I’ll let her know! Thanks, Alexander. I believe now we’re even,” he haughtily responded.

  He was obviously ecstatic that his daughter now had a bright future, seemingly closer in time than he had expected. My company was known for getting its employees into college and paying for all their tuition fees. He was sorted, and he whispered a faint “amen” through the phone.

  “Good to hear, James. Have a good night.”

  “Good night, Alexander. God bless you.”

  I hung up and then I got into bed, smiling for two reasons.

  I would see Valeria in the morning. And I would also see her for many days in a row after that.