Page 13 of A Secret Baby for Christmas
My breasts are sensitive but I pull my top off, wanting to give all of myself to him. Mr. Porter catches my breast in his hand and encloses the nipple in his wet mouth.
Shoots of electricity zap through me, and I gasp at the way my entire body responds. I’m not going to last and I ride him hard, loving the pressure that builds in my core.
Mr. Porter pops my breast out of his mouth.
“Come for me, Chloe. Be a good girl and come.”
The praise makes me wild, and I bounce up and down his cock. I want to please him; I want his approval, and the encouragement he gives me has me so turned on that I’m about to explode.
“That’s it, Chloe. Almost there. Good girl.”
All my life, all I’ve ever wanted is approval from my Papa. Now I’m getting it from Mr. Porter, and it’s my undoing.
My orgasm explodes inside me, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder so that I don’t cry out. All the pent up longing from the last year flies out of me. My juices flow all over his cock, and my breasts squirts milk onto his chest.
I’m embarrassed for a moment until Mr. Porter pulls my body close to his.
“Good girl,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”
He pats my hair, and contentment floods my veins. But I want him to have his release too.
“What do you need, Mr. Porter? What do you need to come?”
“I just need you, baby. Be a good girl and get on your hand and knees.”
I slide off his cock and do as he asks. My elbows sink into the carpet and the lights of the Christmas tree wink on and off, oblivious to what we’re up to.
Mr. Porter grabs my hips and kneels behind me. His cock circles my entrance, and then he thrusts hard. I put my fist in my mouth so I don’t cry out.
I didn’t think I could feel so full, but now he’s going deeper and filling me up in a way I never thought possible.
He leans forward, and his breath tickles in my ear. “Touch yourself, temptress.”
I reach a hand between my legs, and I slide it over my sensitive nub. The juices make it nice and slippery, and as I roll my hand back, my fingertips brush his balls.
He gives a groan, and I love it that I have this effect on him, that I can make him groan even from this position.
My fingers go back and forth as my palm rubs my nub. Mr. Porter pistons into me, his cock going deep and hard.It’s so fucking sexy, and the pressure of an orgasm builds.
“I’m gonna come again.”
“Good.” His voice is croaky and harsh like he’s about to lose control. My fingernails trail down his balls, and I feel them pull up tight.
My pussy clenches and releases my orgasm, making my entire body shudder. I feel him explode inside me in thick creamy ropes. It fills me up and runs down my thighs as my pussy tugs every last drop out of him.
When we’re done, he pulls me into onto his lap and kisses me gently.
“I’m glad you’re back, Chloe.”
He holds me to him, and in this moment it seems so right that I’m in his arms. But we’re sneaking around in the middle of the night. It’s not right.
“What about Allie? She’ll freak out.”
“You leave Allie to me. Yes, she will freak out, but she’ll want us to be happy.”
He seems so sure, but I have my doubts. Allie hasn’t really forgiven me for not telling her about the baby. I see the hurt in her eyes when we talk. Our friendship is hanging by a thread, and this might end it for good.
“She’ll think I’ve gone behind her back. She won’t want me as a friend anymore.”
