by Jamie Knight
After the baby has eaten a little, Mariah looks up at me and says, “Would you like to hold your daughter?”
“I sure would,” I answer.
From the moment she’s placed in my arms, I’m instantly in love.
“Hello, little daughter,” I tell her, smelling her new baby smell and touching her soft skin. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“What should we name her?” Mariah asks.
I smile as the idea comes to me instantly.
“How about Shelly?” I say.
She nods. “I like it.”
I bend down to kiss her while still hugging our baby – Shelly. “That’s good, because I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, as she kisses me back.
And so our family will make our way in this world, together forever, no matter what.
Extended Epilogue
Six Months Later
Mariah
Nothing makes the world shine brighter than Shelly’s infectious peals of laughter. The two of us are playing in the backyard with a bottle of bubbles. Every time I blow a strand of shimmery orbs into the air, Shelly howls with laughter as if I’ve told the best joke in the world. And of course, her laughter sets me off, which makes her laugh even harder, and the two of us just giggle and giggle.
She claps her tiny hands together gleefully and I catch my breath and stop laughing long enough to blow another stream near her. She reaches up to touch one and squeals in surprise and delight when it pops. “You’re funny, little girl, you know that?”
Shelly responds with a stream of baby gibberish and I can’t help but grin and scoop her up. I’m filled with anxiety about leaving her this weekend, but Wesley insisted we get at least some kind of honeymoon, even if it’s short. I trust Aunt Shelly to watch her little namesake, but I haven’t been away from my daughter for more than a few hours at a time yet, and I’m nervous.
A stream of bubbles flies by my face and I turn to spot the source. Wesley is standing behind me, smiling. “I hate to interrupt the fun, love, but we need to get her over to Aunt Shelly’s if we’re going to make our flight.”
I sigh heavily and get to my feet. “Maybe we should wait a few more months, she-“
“Nope. She will be just fine, Mariah, relax. Aunt Shelly is dying to spend the weekend with her, and I,” he steps so close to me that I can feel his breath on my skin, “Am dying to ravish my wife and possibly make Shelly a little sibling.”
I can’t help but laugh as Wesley scoops the baby from my arms, but my laughter is cut short when he kisses me hard. A surge of heat flows through me and I find myself a little less anxious about leaving Shelly and a little more anxious to get to our destination.
We drop off our little girl with Aunt Shelly, who patiently listens through my nervous babbling about emergency phone numbers and rambling about bedtime routines, and with her reassurance, we’re off for the airport.
Arriving at the resort is a blur, and all we want to do was scramble up to our suite, and before Wesley has even finished shutting the door, I jump him. We rip each other’s clothes off in a tornado and before I can blink, my back is hitting a deliciously soft bed. While we’d had the chance for a quickie here and there, we haven’t had the time to truly indulge in the lovemaking we so desperately craved since before Shelly was born.
I push Wesley down and kneel between his legs, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers through my hair and I part my lips, taking his shaft into my mouth.
I indulge in the salty-sweet taste of him as I suck his dick, and the groans rolling from his mouth egg me on. I suck him off harder, suppressing my gag reflex to take him deep into my throat. After a few minutes of this, he gently tugs me away. “I want to cum inside you,” he murmurs, and flips me over onto my back.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Wesley growls as he slips a hand between my legs, “You want my cock in that sweet pussy of yours?”
My voice comes out in a near whimper. “Yes, Wesley, yes!”
He slides the head of his dick slowly along my slit, teasing me. I arch my back, wordlessly pleading for more, and he slides into me. His cock fills me up, a perfect fit. “It’s like that perfect little pussy was made just for me,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts.
“It’s yours and yours alone,” I gasp as he sinks deeper into my pussy. With every thrust, I can feel the pressure building inside me. He bends down and bites my nipple and I throw my head back, arching up against him and coiling my legs tight around my waist. “Fuck, Wesley, I’m gonna cum!”
He thrusts into me even harder and I spiral over the edge into a bone-shaking orgasm. But Wesley shows no sign of stopping, he continues to pound my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I’m coiling myself around him again, eager for more. “You know, I did promise you I was going to show you what my cock feels like in that gorgeous ass of yours.”
I shiver in excited anticipation. “You did.”
He slides out of me and flips me over on the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he instructs.
I scramble into the requested position. I hear him unzip his travel bag, and when he returns, I feel cool liquid pour over my backside. My squeal of surprise echoes in the room. “Relax, baby, just a little lube,” Wesley trails his fingers through the fluid and he brushes a finger over my asshole, making me jump at the new sensation.
He slips a finger into my ass and I gasp. The sensation is strange and unfamiliar, but I fucking love it. My fingers knot in the sheets and he adds another finger. “You like that, baby?”
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes, Wesley!”
“You want more? Do you want to feel my cock in your ass, Mariah?”
“Yes!” I practically scream.
He positions his cock at my entrance and slides in slowly. A shriek of pleasure escapes me, and I rock backwards against him, pushing him deeper into my ass. He grips my hips hard and begins to really pound me, and I am reeling. The feeling is so different, but it drives me wild, and when he reaches around me to play with my clit, the pleasure inside me builds higher than anything I’ve ever felt before.
It takes no time at all before I cum again, and the orgasm is so intense it’s like every nerve ending in my body explodes like fireworks. My vision blurs, my ears ring, and I nearly collapse beneath him. When I start to come back around, Wesley is still going to town, and while I’m certain I can’t possibly cum again, the pleasure is already building again.
He slaps my ass the way I like and I squeal. “You like this, don’t you? My dirty little wife.”
Breathless, I nod, pushing back against him in a wordless plea for more. He continues to play with my clit with one hand, and reaches his other up to toy with a nipple. I can feel my pussy dripping onto his hand and I’m already building towards another bone-shaking climax.
As I tip over the edge, he thrusts deeper than I thought possible and I can feel the heat of his cum spilling into my ass. This time, my limbs give out beneath me and I sink into the marshmallow-soft mattress, panting hard. Wesley flops down beside me, catching his breath. He pulls me close to him, my back pressed to his chest.
“Well,” I say when I’ve finally caught my breath, “That’s not going to make Shelly a little brother or sister.”
“Hmm, you’re right. Guess we’ll have to keep working at it,” he kisses my bare shoulder, “We’ve got all weekend to get it right.”
I turn over in his arms and kiss him lightly. “We’ve got forever to get it right.”
THE END
My Professor’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2018
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
Izzy
"I'm so glad that you decided to hang up your nerd hat for the night and come party," yelled Layla, inches away from my ear.
I had to strain to hear her over the loud techno music blaring from the loud speaker. The spe
akers seemed alive as they shook with each beat. The room was filled with sweaty bodies pulsing to the rhythm of the music. I nodded in Layla's direction.
It felt nice to be out of my dark dorm room. I had been holed up for a few days, studying for a math test that I knew was going to be a major part of my overall grade in one of my classes.
Earlier, while my head had been buried deep into my math book with all types of notes scattered all over my desk, Layla had stormed into my room, all huffy. She always had a demanding way about her, but I loved her anyway.
"Where have you been? What are you doing?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
Her normally nearly porcelain white skin was bright red and her breathing was shallow. I could tell that she had been walking fast.
I looked up, almost in a daze.
“I’m studying,” I told her.
"That’s all you ever do. But not tonight. We're going out," she said, grabbing my hand, not waiting for my response.
“Hey. I have class tomorrow. Several, in fact. A math class, with a test. As well as that brand new class starting mid semester, due to them finally finding a professor for it. The Organic Chemistry class…”
I tried to keep protesting, but Layla had a firm grip and was a lot stronger than she looked. Once I realized how insistent she was on making sure I went out with her, I stopped trying to fight.
I’d learned some time ago that it was pointless to try to stop some people from getting what they wanted out of life, and Layla was one of those people. Vivacious, head strong, and always determined to grab life by the horns and make it hers, she was like some force of nature to be reckoned with.
And I didn’t have it in me to do the reckoning. I felt overwhelmed with my college study work load and decided that she was probably right – a break from it all, a fun night out, would probably do me good.
Now, standing there in the middle of the crowd, nursing a long island iced tea that I sipped out of a large, clear glass through a tiny, red straw, I made a face as I sucked in the liquid and cringed. Layla laughed, showing off all of her shiny, straight teeth.
"Let me guess. You're a lightweight?" she yelled, thick veins bulging from her neck as she leaned toward me, smirking and shaking her head at me.
I hoped that she wasn't surprised that the drink was strong for me. I could count on one hand the number of times I had indulged in any liquor at all. As a matter of fact, Layla had to make a few calls on the way to the club once she realized that I wasn't 21 yet and wouldn't be able to get in.
"Damn, I forget how young you are," she had said, as she dialed the phone and waited for someone to pick up. "You should live a little."
After she made a few calls and didn't get an answer, I started to think that our night was going to come to a grinding halt. After about the fourth call, though, someone picked up.
"Sara, hi! I'm glad that I caught you. I have a favor to ask. Can I stop by? I'm right around the corner."
She hung up quickly and pulled me around the corner to the grad students' dorm rooms. I had never been there, so it was nice being able to see where I would soon be heading. The point behind all my arduous studying was to go to grad school.
Layla disappeared into one of the dorm rooms and told me to wait out in the hallway. She emerged after a few minutes with the ID of a girl who looked a lot like me, except older. Layla waved the driver’s license at me and raised her eyebrows. The name on the ID read Sara Miller.
Layla said that she was a friend of hers who was a lot like me. She knew that Sara was probably going to be studying and wouldn't need her ID, so she asked if she could borrow it. Sara had graciously said yes.
"It's so sad when people come to college and waste all of their time in books," said Layla, clucking her tongue and shaking her head. "But you? You can't let your college years pass you by. You will feel so much better if you just let go and have fun."
I smiled at Layla. I knew that she was right. And standing there feeling the electric energy of the club permeating the air made me sigh with relief at being able to lean into life.
I mouthed the words “thank you” to Layla, since I knew that it was probably too loud in the club for her to hear me. She nodded and smiled, making a motion with her hands like she was drinking and pointing at the half empty drink that I had in my hands.
It was as if she was telling me, “You can thank me by finishing that drink.”
"I'm getting to it," I told her, lifting my drink toward her.
I did want to let my hair down a little and enjoy my night, but at the same time, I knew that just being out this late would make it hard for me to get up in time for my early classes. I rarely ever missed a class, unless it was some kind of emergency.
I had worked too hard to get good grades and I would hate it if I were to flush all of my hard work down the toilet because I wanted to hang out. I would never forgive myself.
I tried to shake off those thoughts so that I could let the night flow.
There had been a few parties going on on campus, but Layla had insisted that we go to this club, the Rain Bar, off campus. Layla said that it was a great spot because it had a mixed crowd and you never knew what the night might bring or who you might meet.
All of a sudden, the music dropped, and a low baseline made the floor rumble, tickling my feet and vibrating up my legs.
"Oh my God," yelled Layla, flapping her arms wildly, while reaching for my hand.
She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing like she was in a music video. She was so full of life and fun. I wasn't sure if it was the music, the liquor flowing through my body, or a little bit of both, but I threw myself into the music, feeling each beat and stepping in sync with it.
Layla and I danced with each other, making a little routine that made other people nearby stop and watch. Some even tried to follow our steps and we all made it into some sort of line dance.
I was really enjoying the moment, spinning around on the dance floor, feeling weightless. I felt like I didn't have a worry in all the world.
Then, it happened.
I turned toward Layla and bumped into a girl dancing near me. We hit each other so hard that my cup flew out of hand, its contents spilling all over the shimmery, skin tight dress worn by a young, blonde girl who had been dancing with a tall, gorgeous man.
It almost seemed like everything had happened in slow motion. The girl froze and let out a high-pitched shriek. Her mouth was open so wide, and she was so loud that she could be heard even over the loud music. Everyone seemed to turn and look in our direction.
I wished that I could have sunk into the floor.
The girl stood there, her arms flailing wildly at her sides. She was so upset, I was sure that she was going to break into tears at any moment.
I did feel bad for her, but I also felt like she over-reacting and being a bit of a drama queen. But maybe that’s just because I felt sorrier for myself, for having done such a humiliating thing in my clumsiness.
All of a sudden, the guy that she had been dancing with stepped toward us. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and turned her away from me and so that I could get a good look at him.
Even in the dark and flashing lights of the club, I could tell that he was extremely handsome. His dark eyes were penetrating, and his smile was reassuring. He was tall, broad shoulders. He looked older than me, but distinguished, and had a full head of dark hair.
He leaned in to speak to the girl who was standing there, her napkin-sized dress soaked with the contents of my cup. Rivulets of tea were streaming down the front of her legs and landing in droplets onto her stiletto heels.
I couldn't make out what she was saying to him, since her back was turned toward me. But the way that she kept throwing dirty looks over her shoulder at me gave me a pretty good idea of what she was saying. And I knew that it wasn't good.
But still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the guy. He looked absolutely amazing.
I clutch
ed my chest and took a step back as I watched him in awe as he calmly spoke to her while she continued to act upset. Whatever he was saying worked, though, because I could see her body begin to relax with each word from him.
He pointed in the direction of the bathroom, touched her face, and she laughed. She sauntered away in the direction of the ladies’ room, not without first giving me what I assumed was her attempt at a withering look.
I grimaced apologetically and tried to shout, “I’m so sorry!” but the club music drowned me out. She marched off, tossing her bouncy blonde curls over her shoulder while swinging her ass back and forth with such force that I was sure that she was going to break a hip or something.
"I'm so sorry about all of that," came a deep, even voice next to me. "I'm sure that it was an accident. She really didn't have to overreact like that."
Mr. Amazing had come to stand by my side. He leaned toward me as he spoke, making his arm rub against mine.
Shit. I had no idea what to say to this man who was somehow capable of taking my break away.
Chapter 2
Izzy
I jumped back, startled. It felt like a current of electricity shot through my body. A dark, brooding look fell over his face.
We had a silent moment where our souls seemed to connect. That sounded cheesy, but it seemed real. It felt like time stood still and he was the only person in the room.
Then, I felt myself moving away from him. Was I falling? Was I walking? It took me a few moments to get my bearings and realize that there was a hand on my arm pulling me. It was Layla.
"No standing against the wall like a flower," said Layla, even though I hadn’t been standing against the wall.
She was swaying like she had had a few more drinks in the short time that we had been away from each other. I looked back at the handsome guy who had been talking to me.
