Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

“You feel so good,” she said, biting at my ear as the water came down over us. “I love your hard cock… I don’t ever want to let it go.”

  “I may need it occasionally,” I said as my hands soaped their way around to her tight ass. My fingers dug in and pulled her close. She held my cock tightly and swirled the head around her clit and between her lips.

  “I want your big cock inside me now,” she said, hands working me to the brink. My fingers slid between her legs. Her pussy was hotter than the water coming from the shower. My fingers glided inside her. Her moans echoed off the walls.

  “Fuck me from behind,” she said, letting me go and turning her back. She braced her palms against the wall and stuck out her ass. “Fuck my pussy, Isaac… hard… like before… hurry… before I die…”

  The shower filled with steam that coated our bodies with a film of sweat as I put my hands on her hips and guided my cock toward her waiting pussy. Her asshole winked at me. I smiled and brushed it with my soapy fingers. We’d become better acquainted later on. For now, I wanted the wet heat of her cunt suctioning my throbbing cock.

  I held my cock steady and pushed the bulbous head to her hole. She was hot and wet with her own juices and soap, well-lubed and ready to please. I slid in easily one inch, then two, then three… When the tip of my cock hit her innermost wall, I dug my fingers into her ass and started rocking my hips back and forth. I watched my cock disappear and reappear inside her. Her hole stretched to accommodate me. It held on tight when I withdrew, then welcomed me back for another thrust.

  “Oh… fuck…” Amy moaned, her head bowed. I reached around and clutched her big titties as they hung from her chest, keeping my hips moving, feet firmly planted. Amy pushed her ass toward me and growled like an animal in heat. “Faster… Isaac… fuck me… hard… fast… make me… cum… make me… cum… hard…”

  I grabbed her sides and sped up the motion of my thrusts, hammering into her so hard her big tits swung like melons. I could feel the heat in my balls, lava flowing, the eruption building… I was going to cum and cum hard, but only when Amy was…

  “Ready…” she whispered urgently. “Oh… fuck… yes… yes… yesssssss….”

  Amy bucked her ass against me as she came, gushing hot juices out over my cock and balls like a dam about to break. The moment I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, I literally exploded inside her. I pushed in as far as I could go and tightened my muscles as I filled her with what felt like gallons of hot cum. My body shook hard against her.

  Amy screamed and came again.

  And again.

  And again.

  “Holy… shit…” she moaned after she finally caught her breath. She glanced back over her shoulder at me and flashed a devious smile. Her hair was soaked and in her eyes. With my cock still deep inside her, I pulled back her hair between my hands and gave it a playful tug.

  “That was fucking… amazing…” I said, panting the words.

  “Yes…” Amy sighed happily. “Fucking… amazing… fucking.”

  I smiled and stepped back so she could straighten up and turn toward me. My cock slid from her and dangled happily between my legs, pacified at least for the moment.

  “I am so glad you showed up,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and pulling my lips to hers. “You saved me from having a very lousy weekend.”

  “I’m glad I showed up, too,” I said, pulling her close. I put my hands on her cheeks and tilted her eyes to mine. “Don’t ever run away from me again. Do you understand? Ever.”

  “Don’t worry, my prince,” she said with a dreamy smile. “Your Cinderella ain’t going anywhere.”

  EPILOG: Amy

  That long afternoon shower turned into a long night of passion, which turned into a long weekend, which turned into… well, you get the idea. By Monday morning we both knew we had something special. And I don’t mean just the sex, which was out of this world. I thought drunken sex with Isaac was good. Holy moly, he was even more impressive when we were both sober! There was no use denying that there was a definite spark between us, one that held the promise of growing into a massive bonfire, if we just kept fanning the flames.

  There was more…

  I know this is going to sound crazy, but the conversations we had before and after the sex were almost as satisfying as the sex itself.

  Almost…

  I know, I sound like a total nerd and maybe I am, but we not only connected sexually, but mentally, as well. That’s one of the reasons most men held little fascination for me. I like a nice cock, but I would prefer it come with a nice brain attached to it.

  Sadly, that was rarely the case.

  Most men had one or the other.

  Nice cock or nice brain.

  Either or.

  Take your pick.

  Then there was Isaac Hanson.

  He was the total package.

  Great cock, great brain, good golly Miss Molly…

  He laughed when I told him that and said we were just two sexy nerds with high IQ’s and high sex drives. I told him he was a genius. He said we both were.

  We bonded quickly, like we had been together for years. It was as if we had both been searching for something special to build our lives around and we had finally found it in each other. We had just approached it from two completely different directions. I had to get there on my own time, after dealing with my own issues, and so did Isaac.

  I think our relationship served as proof that money and success couldn’t buy true happiness. And brains didn’t count for much when it came to matters of the heart.

  We could have been two broke people in a ratty apartment and we woud have felt the same way about one another.

  Don’t get me wrong.

  Money is nice, but it will not keep you warm at night.

  Or wake you up by poking a boner in your back in the morning.

  In the ensuing months we didn’t make a big deal about our relationship. I mean, it wasn’t like we were Brad and Angelina and the world was holding its breath to see what we would do next.

  Granted, he was a tech billionaire and I was a successful woman, but nobody really cared that we were a couple.

  I mean, really, did you give a crap when you heard Mark Zuckerburg or Elon Musk or even Bill Gates was getting married?

  Neither did I.

  Until it came my turn to say, “I do.”

  THE END

  Wait! Don’t go yet. There’s a super steamy bonus sex scene from book 1 and it’s included right here for your reading pleasure.

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  Extra Steamy Bonus Scene: Isaac

  I began to move, but Amy quickly pushed me back down, her strength surprising me. She gave me a wicked smile, slipped off the couch to kneal between my legs, and began to unbuckle my belt.

  “Let’s see if he wants to come out an play,” she said, winking at me.

  I watched her fingers work expertly, unbuttoning and sliding my pants and boxers down in one quick motion. This was definitely not her first time, and when she looked up at me, blue eyes meeting mine, a wide smile on her face, she proved it with a quick flick of her tongue against my cock.

  She squeezed me, my cock pulsating in her hand. And when she took me into her mouth, my head fell back and a loud sigh escaped from my lips.

  Those fucking lips, that tongue teasing me as she sucked, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs, I felt like I was going to explode right there and then. It was all I could do to hold back, keep my head in the game, and the more she worked, the harder it was.

  My hand reached down to her head, and she gently brushed it away, letting me know that this was her show, not mine. She knew what she was doing and didn’t need any coaxing from me. She grazed my cock with her teeth, softly, the mix of little pain and so much fucking pleasure making me groan.

  And just before I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she let my cock slide out of her mouth. She stood up, gazing at me with those mischievou
s eyes, looking at me like she was a hungry wolf and I was her prey. She slowly slid her skirt up so I could see her drenched panties, then slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I stammered.

  She giggled. “You’re only saying that because you know what I’m about to do,” she said, straddling me. My cock was sandwiched between her pussy lips, and she slowly began rocking back and forth.

  “No, I’m not,” I said over gusts of breath.

  “Good,” she said, lifting herself up and grabbing my cock, guiding it toward her hole. “Because I would be disappointed otherwise.”

  She slid down and buried me inside her, and my groans matched the gasp that rushed from her lips. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, and I didn’t know if it was because of how tight she was or the fact that she was clenching against me. I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I basked in the warmth and wetness that surrounded my cock.

  “You gonna let me go so I can move?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face.

  “In a second,” I said, giving her a goofy smile.

  “Or maybe I should give you something else to keep your hands busy.” She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Her melons tits loomed large before my eyes, packed into a black lacy bra that was just getting in the way.

  “You’re not playing fair,” I said as she slid the blouse off and threw it to the floor.

  “I never play fair.”

  I reached up for the clasp between her tits, and as soon as my hands left her hips, she began to move against me. I closed my eyes for just a second; enough to let the feeling of her pussy shiver through my body. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, but finally it came unhooked and her beautiful breasts fell free. Her arms went already around my head, pulling me to her chest. I buried my face between her perfect tits, kissed them, used my tongue to draw circles around them as she began to ride me faster. I pinched her nipples, then took one between my lips and sucked hard until she moaned.

  Amy’s hips started moving faster, and soon she was riding me like a bucking bronco. Her hips switched from bouncing up and down to sliding back and forth. Her huge breasts slapped against my face. She was grinding hard and fast, driving me crazy.

  I reached down and found her clit, and that only made her move faster, her moans now full on screams. One orgasm after another shook her, but she didn’t stop. She wanted more. She begged me to keep doing what I was doing.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard as I lifted her up. She continued rocking against me, her legs wrapping around mine, and only when I turned her onto her back was I finally in control.

  I fucked like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my cock inside her with just the same speed and vigor that she had shown me, her breasts flouncing, her arms over her head, her eyes tighly closed. Her legs clasped around my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, forcing me to fuck harder.

  “Oh… fuck… Isaac!” she screamed. “I’m… cumming… again… don’t stop… don’t… stop…”

  The orgasm shuddered through her entire body, making her want more. She pulled me to her, wrapped herself around me, and shook against me as the aftershocks rocked her body and urged me onward.

  “Slow down,” she said, trying to breathe. “You’re killing me...”

  “You started this,” I said, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips. Her eyes were closed, and the smile on her face was priceless. My tongue trailed down the line of her stomach and across her dark curls. My tongue lapped up her juices. She squirmed underneath me.

  “Oh… now that… I like…” she moaned.

  I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving and pushed my tongue between her lips, licking up and down, round and round, flicking against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her legs clenched around my head and her fingers twisted in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, and while I worked my tongue, I twisted and turned my fingers inside, finding her G-spot, driving her crazy. Her heels rubbed against my back. I felt her toes curl, and soon her legs were shaking against me, another orgasm coming hard.

  I gave her a second to catch her breath. She looked up at me, her eyes barely open, then looked down at my hard cock. The head was round and red, looking as if it might burst.

  “We need to take care of that,” she said. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to her. “Bring that monster here.”

  She guided me to her and I slid in easily, my eyes closing at the feel of her warmth around my cock. She was wet, soaked, and it took little effort for me to find a rhythm. I rocked against her, slowly at first, taking my time, watching her and enjoying the dreamy look on her face. Her cheeks had a beautiful blush to them, and her hair fanned out around her head, making her look sexier than ever.

  “Come on, big boy.” She smiled and opened her eyes. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

  “Yes… let’s…” I said, breathing slowly. I fucked her slow, but every thrust made her smile wider, and soon she was racking her nails across my back. I picked up the speed, just a little, just enough for her breath to become soft moans against my shoulder. I felt the tension inside me building up. I was about to blow.

  Amy took my ear in her mouth, let her tongue roll over it, then whispered, “Cum for me, Isaac. Cum for me now.”

  It was all the coaxing I needed, and after a few more thrusts, I was groaning in pleasure and exploding inside her. The orgasm hit me hard, a rush of blood to the head that made me sway for a few seconds. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight, my cock still inside her as she clenched and milked me.

  I shuddered and fell limp on top of her, then braced my arms and gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I whispered, panting with my forehead pressed to hers.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” she said, rubbing her nose to mine.

  I smiled. “I think we’re fucking incredible.”

  “Yes,” she cooed, lips parted, tongue searching for mine. “We certainly are.”

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  BOOK 2: HARD ON

  That’s right. I’m that guy. The billionaire bad boy with the big mouth. When the blonde bombshell host of the TV show I was on asked, “what’s the best part about being Denny Chambers?” I just blurted it out. “The pussy. Duh.”

  I have it all, man. Good looks, a dozen houses, three dozen cars, a freakin’ island in the South Pacific, and more money than I could ever spend in ten lifetimes. And the women, jeez, the women. I could bang a new babe every night if I wanted to. Hell, I could bang two or three. I’m freakin’ Denny Chambers, billionaire batboy. That’s just what I do.

  So why am I not happy? I’m living the life most guys would kill for. Sure, money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy a shit ton of stuff to make you less miserable.

  Then I see her, Serena Diaz, the dark skinned Latino beauty who seems to have everything but money. Brains, ambition, determination, fire, her life all planned out, and a smoking hot body that I just want to melt into. I get hard just thinking about her…

  But Serena’s not like the other women that surround me. She doesn’t give a crap about my money or all the stuff I own. She’s not interested in being taken care of and sure isn’t looking for a sugar daddy. So how can I convince her that the guy on TV wasn’t the real me? There more to Denny Chambers than that? I’m not sure what I have to do, but trust me, I’ll do whatever it takes to win the heart of this fiery girl.

  Prologue: Denny Chambers

  I was the one who came up with the name Club Votre Désire for our little venture, which was French for “your desires” or something like that. I thought up the name after spending the weekend with an older French woman I met in Paris while speaking at the International Tech Conference a few years ago.

  Genevieve St. Claire
was her name.

  Genevieve.

  Sweet Genevieve.

  It was a warm Saturday night, summertime in France. I was done for the day and walked into the hotel bar around midnight for a nightcap when I spotted a gorgeous blonde sitting alone in a dark corner booth sipping a martini. I sidled up to the bar and glanced around, trying to act all cool and shit. Our eyes locked and that was all she wrote. Fifteen minutes later we were in my penthouse suite and we didn’t come out until checkout time the following Monday morning.

  Genevieve…

  Just saying her name in my mind still makes my cock hard.

  Naming our club after her words was the least I could do to repay her for all the things she taught me that weekend about pleasing a woman.

  Sweet, incredible, Genevieve...

  The most amazing woman I had ever met in my life.

  When we were naked and staring into each other’s eyes and I asked her what she wanted me to do to her, she put a finger to my lips and whispered, “Votre désire, mon ami… Whatever you desire…”

  I didn’t realize it at the time, but my old pal Google would inform me later that Genevieve St. Claire was older than me by a good twenty years. I was thirty-five at the time, which meant that she was in her mid-fifties, but you couldn’t tell it by looking at her. She was striking in a way that few women were; tall, blonde, with bright blue eyes and a seductive smile that sucked me in like the eye of a storm. Her body was perfect, naturally flawless, without a single line or wrinkle or scar from plastic surgery. Her tits were firm and her nipples were large and pink like watermelon gumdrops. Her pussy was shaved clean; the labia pink and perfect. She tasted like strawberries. The hood of her clit hung between her legs like a small cock. I remember sucking on it until she begged me to stop.