Page 53 of Christmas with the Baby Daddy

Shame warred with need. “I’ve never…”

He groaned as he pumped his dick slowly. “We can go slow, sweetheart.”

I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry as he moved his finger up to gather some of my cum. Then when he used it to play at stretching my rear entrance, I panted.

“I’ve always wondered. And… and…”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

That was twice he’d used that endearment. Both times got to me. I leaned back, pushing my ass toward him and sucking in another inch of his finger. The burn seared me, but after the sting passed, I reveled in the pleasure. “I want…”

He stood, letting the chair fall to the floor.

“This?” he guessed, fingering my ass.

“Yes,” I whispered. Propping my feet on the edge of the table, I lay back again and kept my legs apart. “I want it,” I replied.

It looked like I was doing this, living out my dirtiest desires and going for my secret fantasies with my crush.

“And I want that,” I said as the tip of his dick nudged at my pussy.

He leaned down to gather me in his arms. “Then hold on and take it.”

He sat again, with me locked in his embrace. I clung to him, my hands on his shoulders, my thighs draped over his. His thick dick slid into me, stretching me and pushing against the pressure of his finger in my ass. The second he closed his mouth on my nipple, I screamed.

“Fuck! Zach. Oh, my God. Oh, my?—”

He thrust into me. First, he kept his finger in my ass steady, just wedged in that taboo hole as he pounded into my pussy, his lips and teeth tugging on one nipple and then the other. Next, he had me impaled on his cock as he pistoned his finger into my ass.

Between the two, I was desperate to come. So was he. He growled, wrenching his mouth off my breast to stare at where we were joined. I held on to his shoulders for leverage as he thrust into me harder.

“I’m going to come. Fuck. Blake! I’m going to come.”

I nodded, so lost to this wild need. “Then come. Fuck me, Zach. Fill my pussy.”

He slammed into me and roared as he came. That big, long dick twitched within me, and at the same time, with a couple more strokes of his finger in and out of my ass, I burst apart for him again, milking him dry.

“Fuck.Fuck, Blake. That was…” He exhaled a long, spent breath as he hugged me close. “Fuck.”

I laughed lightly, too weak to react in any other way than this lazy, clumsy, relieved state of catching my breath. I was drunk on him, dizzy from coming twice, so hard. “Ditto,” I replied.

He chuckled, rubbing my back as I sat on his lap until we were both steady enough to get up and shower before falling into my bed.

In the morning, I wondered if he would be interested in one last talk about wishes. As awesome as it felt to come with him and experience the hottest moments of my life, I couldn’t be a glutton and expect it to continue.

I had to talk to him. I had to tell him about George.

It was shitty of me not to speak up before I had sex with him again, but in the heat of the moment, it just hadn’t happened.

Wanting a ride on his cock one last time, I hesitated at spilling the truth.

No. I have to. It’s the right thing to do…

I winced as I sat up, noticing that he wasn’t in bed with me.Huh.Maybe he’d left, and I could use that as another excuse for why I couldn’t tell him that he was my baby daddy.

You see, I wanted to tell him, but when the moment came for truth, he just wasn’t there. Whoops.

I rolled my eyes at my thoughts and put my robe on.

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