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

by Amy Brent

  “It’s a whorehouse,” I said, folding my arms over my chest and glaring at him.

  “It’s not a whorehouse.”

  “Men pay women for sex, right?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “It’s a whorehouse and you’re a pimp. And a john. And the owner of the whorehouse. And Regina made it sound like you were this Carina’s best customer.”

  “Regina talks way more than she should,” Sammy said, blowing out a long sigh. “Look, Isaac, Denny, and me started Club D so we’d have a place to go to unwind and drink and yes, fuck gorgeous women, without it being plastered all over the internet. At the time, we were single and every time we tried to go out on a date or drinking or whatever the fucking cameras were there. We got tired of being chased by paparazzi and TMZ, so we opened Club D to get laid and give to charity.”

  “Give to charity?” My eyes rolled on their own. “You can’t be serious. A charitable whorehouse. Now I’ve heard it all.”

  “It’s true. We don’t take a penny out of the place. Every cent taken in goes straight to a charitable trust that we set up. In fact, we are in the process of giving total ownership to the trust. We’ve raised a shit ton of money.”

  “I’m sure you have,” I said condescendingly. “Let me guess, you sell pussy by the pound? Are there to-go orders? Is there a menu the men can pick from? Maybe a blowjob from column A and an assfuck from column B? Give me a break, Sammy. How gullible do you think I am?”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll have you know that we’ve raised over twenty-two million dollars for charity in the last three years.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Not bullshit. Documented fact.” He took out his phone and wiggled it at me. “Would you like me to have the accounting reports sent to you?”

  I blinked at him. “Twenty-three million dollars?”

  “Yes, and the women who work at Club D—the whores, as you call them— make ten times the amount they would make in Vegas or doing stuff online. Carina, the Russian girl you saw, has made nearly two-million dollars working at Club D. Enough to bring her entire family to America and house them all in a lifestyle they could have only imagined before.”

  “Twenty-three million…” I stumbled over the words. “Remarkable.”

  “So, before you get all high and mighty on me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Think about what would have happened to Carina and her family if we had not started the place and given her the opportunity. She might be mixed up in some sex ring, for all you know. Same with the other girls. We don’t force them to do anything. They applied to work there and are free to leave anytime, but we’ve never had a single girl quit. You wanna know why? Because they are getting rich working a couple of days a week and get to keep every penny they earn. The Club doesn’t take a cent of their earnings. Not one red cent.”

  “Wow…”

  “Yes, me and Denny and Isaac had sex with the girls, but we paid them for their time. They were not there just to amuse a bunch of rich fucks!”

  “Sammy, I had no idea…”

  “And Serena, Denny’s girlfriend? She’s worked as a waitress at Club D for two years to pay for her Master’s in physics. Another girl, Simone, is getting her PhD. in pediatrics. Do they fuck guys for money? Yes. Could they make six figures a year doing anything else? No fucking way. So before you judge Carina or me or anyone else, maybe you should—”

  “Sam, stop!” I said loudly, holding up my hands to shut him up.

  He blinked at me. “What? My two minutes up?”

  I blew out a long breath and worked up a smile. “I’m sorry.”

  He narrowed his gorgeous eyes at me. “You’re sorry?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For jumping to conclusions,” I said, swiping a knuckle under each eye because I found myself tearing up. “And for overreacting. And for being a judgmental bitch.”

  He frowned for a moment, as if he thought I was just messing with him, then a smile curled the corners of his lips. “You mean it?”

  “I do.”

  “Then, I’m sorry, too. I would have told you about Club D, but honestly, it never came up and I didn’t give the place a second thought after we, I mean, after you… Fuck, you know what I mean.”

  I tugged up the front of the robe to wipe my nose. “So, did you get her brother out of jail?”

  “My lawyer is handling it.”

  “You didn’t stick around?”

  He smiled. “I had a lunch date that I wanted to get back for.”

  “So… Club D… will you still be spending your weekends there?”

  “That depends,” he said, holding out a hand. I set my hand in his and his fingers closed around it.

  “Depends on what?”

  “On whether or not I can spend my weekends with you.”

  Epilog: Andrea

  “Catalina is so beautiful in the summer time,” Sammy said, putting his hands behind his head and sighing at the bright blue sky above us. It was a gorgeous, hot, late September day. There was not a cloud in the sky and the bright sun hung above us like we were the only two people on earth. Sammy covered his eyes to look toward the shore. “Especially when you look at it from way out here.”

  We had borrowed Denny’s sailboat and sailed a few miles offshore and set anchor where we could be alone. Sailing was another of Sammy’s talents I knew nothing about until one day he announced that we were going to Catalina to go sailing.

  “Do you know how to sail?” I asked, giving him a wary eye.

  “My dear, there are very few things I don’t know how to do,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “And do well, I might add.”

  That was true. Every day with Sammy was an adventure in discovery, especially days like today, with Sammy spread out in a deck chair, naked, covered in sweat, his muscled body baking brown in the sun.

  His plump cock rested on his right thigh like a thick sausage on the grill. I grinned because I imagined that I could hear it sizzling. Just the sight of it made me lick my lips. I had come to love Sammy’s Sausage.

  I leaned down to hand Sammy an ice-cold Corona, then straddled his crotch. I was naked, too, of course. We were naked most of the time, Sammy and me. And if we weren’t naked, we were trying to find time to get that way.

  There were very few places we had not made love in some shape, form, or fashion. We had done it in his office, my office, the elevator after work, my car in the parking lot, every room of his house, every room of my house, hotels, motels, in swimming pools, hot tubs, showers, the ocean… the list was ever growing and endless. As long as there was room for two large people to get naked and get busy, we were probably going to fuck there. And that didn’t include things like blowjobs while driving on the 405, getting fingered beneath the table at Captain Dee’s, a little pussy munching under my desk… Sigh. It wears me out just thinking about it.

  Then there was all the other crap that kept us busy. In the three months we’d been seeing each other work had been crazy. I was travelling a lot and Sammy was always on the go. It was great to finally catch a rare weekend when neither of us had anything to do so we could get away. We’d been to beaches, to the mountains, to the islands. But there was nothing I liked better than stealing Denny’s boat and just sitting in the ocean listening to the waves slap the sides as we made love under the bright sun or the cool stars.

  I took Sammy’s soft cock and positioned it so I could lower myself on to it with my pussy lips straddling the shaft and the head at my clit. I could feel his balls all sweaty and squishy beneath my ass. Even soft his cock felt hard and it immediately got my juices flowing.

  “Mmmm, cold beer and a hot pussy,” Sammy said, grinning with the bottle at his lips. He brought up his free hand to caress my nipples. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

  “I agree,” I said, leaning down to give him a kiss. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I tensed when my clit slid over the hard under
side of the head. My juices were flowing over him, lubing him up for what we both knew was about to come.

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said, setting his Corona on the deck so he could put his hands on my hips. “I heard from the attorneys this morning. Club D is now officially owned by the offshore company that manages the charitable trust. We assigned Mr. Lemon, the director, to be the executor. He still answers to us until an independent board can be put into place, but me, Denny and Isaac, no longer have any legal ties to Club D.”

  “That’s awesome,” I said, pressing my palms to his thick chest, my wet cunt sliding slowly up and down the length of his shaft, which was starting to feel a little like rubbing my cunt on a bicycle crossbar like I did when I was a horny kid.

  “Do you… miss going... to Club D…” I asked, the words breathy and long.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “I think that feels amazing,” I said, eyes closed, hips moving.

  “Yes, it does,” he said, blowing out the words on gusts of breath. “Just… amazing…”

  “Yes… amazing…” I sighed. “You make me… tingle all over...”

  “Are you tingling here?” he asked, leaning up to give my tits a squeeze and a lick. He playfully pressed his ear to my boobs. “What’s that girls… you want me to shove… my cock between you…”

  “They’re going to have to get in line,” I said, my hips picking up the pace. “My pussy is already… taking care of your… cock…”

  “Fine,” he said, leaning back. “Maybe later.”

  “Definitely later,” I said. “Oh… did I tell you… we got the… invitation to… Denny and Serena’s wedding… In Paris… next month…”

  “Why are we talking… about Denny… and Serena?” he asked, his fingers digging into my sides as my pussy lips slid up and down his shaft faster now.

  “I’m just… making conversation…” I said.

  “You might want to pack a cooler full of Captain Dee’s,” he said with a grin. “I know how you refuse to eat anything you can’t pronounce. Nobody can pronounce the names of French food…”

  “I can…”

  “Prove it…”

  “French fries… French toast… French… fuck… me…”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Sammy lifted me off his cock with the ease of picking up a six-foot tall ragdoll. His cock sprang upward, stiff as a board and straight as the sailboat’s mast. “Climb aboard, matey.”

  “Aye aye, sir…”

  I lowered my pussy until I felt the bulbous head of his cock at my hole. I felt myself spread open to suck in the head, then I slid down the shaft an inch at a time. When Sammy was inside me as far as he could go, I started doing slow squats over his cock as I reached behind me to play with his balls.

  “Oh, yeah…” Sammy moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Ride me… baby… ride me…”

  “Aye aye… captain… sir…”

  It was amazing how much better in shape I had gotten since starting up with Sammy. I was already in good shape, but man, nothing like this. It seemed like I was always doing squats and deep knee bends or bending over to grab my ankles or contort my body in some new way. The muscles in my legs and ass were rock hard now, thanks to the man lying beneath me and the giant cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. It was the best exercise equipment on the planet.

  “Fuck… that feels… amazing…” Sammy moaned, his fingers digging into my sides, slowly lifting me up and down. “We should do… an exercise video…”

  “I was… just thinking… the same… thing…” I said, grunting out the words. “Monster cock aerobics… Cross fit for foot longs…”

  “Yeah… tight pussy squats…”

  “Drop and… give me… twenty…”

  “If you drop… I can give you… twelve.”

  We started giggling, then started cumming.

  “Oh fuck… Sam… oh… fuck…”

  I started piledriving my cunt up and down on Sammy’s rigid cock. I had learned from many hours of practice exactly how deep he could go without hurting me or himself. Honestly, I had never heard of cock burn until I started fucking Sammy. I’d had a couple of times when things got too rough. Trust me, that’s not an area you really want to chafe.

  “You ready… to cum…” Sammy asked, the muscles in his chest and shoulders rippling.

  “Just try… and stop… me…”

  The more I fucked Sammy the less I could control my orgasms. He would shove the monster inside me, move it a round for a minute or two, and BAM! I’d explode, gushing hot juices all over his thick shaft and balls.

  A couple of times, I even squirted when he was eating me out. I’d never squirted in my life and was a little shocked and embarrassed the first time it happened, but Sammy fucking loved it. He just opened his mouth and drank from the hose, so to speak.

  My fingers gouged into Sammy’s round chest as wave after wave of orgasms rumbled through my body, making me quake and shudder. Just when one orgasm would start to subside, another would start. My body jerked as I bucked up and down on Sammy’s cock.

  “I want to see you cum,” I said, sliding off Sammy to sit on his knees and replace my pussy with my fingers wrapped around his cock. Watching Sammy explode like a geyser was one of my favorite things to do. He gritted his teeth and growled as I wrapped both hands around his cock and milked it for all it was worth.

  “Fuck... meeeeee…” Sammy’s whole body went hard and he started cumming, shooting long thick ropes of milky goo a foot in the air. It rose and fell onto my hands, covering them, but not slowing their pace. Sammy kept cumming and cumming. I leaned down and opened my mouth and caught the last of his cum in my mouth, like drinking from the world’s best fountain. I loved the warm salty taste of him. I swallowed a mouthful and hummed, then used my lips and tongue to clean him off.

  “Holy shit, I love it when you do that,” Sammy said, huffing, trying to breathe.

  “I love watching you cum,” I said, licking the sticky mess from my fingers and lips. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up the Corona to rinse out my mouth. I loved the taste of Sammy’s cum. He did not.

  “To my big, cuddly giant,” I said, holding up my bottle and waiting for him to pick his up from the deck. “And his amazing monster cock.”

  He chucked and said, “And to my Amazon queen. As long as I have a face, she has a throne upon which to sit.”

  “Okay, that was a little corny,” I said, grinning.

  “Corny but true.” He tapped his bottle to mine. “All right then. To us.”

  “To us.”

  We both took a long drink and sighed. What a glorious fucking day.

  THE END

  Continue reading for a bonus sex scene. It’s of the charts chemistry that you will love!

  And I hope you are not wearing any panties!

  Bonus S*x Scene – Off the Chart Chemistry!

  Andrea…

  “The next time somebody invites us to a wedding in Colorado in the middle of winter, do me a favor and tell them to fuck off!” Sammy said, rubbing his big hands together as steams of breath puffed from his lips. “I don’t know what Isaac and Amy were thinking, a wedding in Aspen in the middle of winter. Why didn’t they get married someplace warm? Like Hawaii or Tahiti or the Caribbean.”

  “Amy loves the snow,” I said. “It was a beautiful wedding.”

  “It would have been more beautiful if the bride hadn’t been wearing snow boots and a heavy coat.”

  “Well, Amy and Isaac are not the ones who decided to go for a midnight walk in the snow, are they?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Nor are they the ones who couldn’t find their way back to the lodge.”

  “Hey, I found this place, didn’t I?”

  “I’m pretty sure you already knew about this place and we’re here on purpose,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I just hope we don’t freeze to death on Isaac and Amy’s wedding night.”

  “Hey, this
ain’t so bad.” He held out his hands and swirled them through the air, as if that would make the tiny cabin we’d found at the edge of the woods a grand hotel. It didn’t work. It was still a tiny cabin with no heat or running water. My hope was that our body heat would keep us warm until we could walk back down to the lodge in the morning.

  Sammy saw the look on my face. He reached out a hand to check on me. “Hey, we’ll be fine. I promise. Are you warming up?”

  “I’m warmer than I was an hour ago,” I said with a shrug, blowing warm air into my cupped hands. “How about you?”

  “I’m fine,” he said, putting his hands on his hips like Superman. His big shoulders and thick chest pushed against the sweater he wore underneath the parka. He poked his chest with a thumb. “I have plenty of meat on my bones.”

  “I still can’t believe you want to stay here rather than make our way back to the lodge,” I grumbled.

  “Oh, come on. It’s… rustic.”

  I scoffed at him. “There’s rustic and then there’s total insanity. It must be two degrees outside and not much warmer in here.”

  “I think it’s romantic,” He said, peeling off the parka and kicking off the snow boots. “And you’re always saying how you love having sex in unusual places.”