Page 23 of Single Daddy To Go

“Oh fuck baby,” is my moan as she milks me for everything I’ve got. “Fuck!”

Finally, my balls are drained entirely dry and I pull out of her wetness with an obscene squelching sound. To my surprise, she’s not particularly sloppy. Not one drop of sperm comes oozing out, and I pull her pussy lips apart to look deep into that channel. Sure enough, it’s there. My sperm, boiling and milky, right where it belongs.

“I think you’re so big and long that you shot it in there really deep,” she says, reading my mind while still panting for air. “I like it thorough like that.”

I smirk, pressing a kiss to her cunt and making her squeal before lounging on the bed.

“Good, because we’ll be doing that a lot from here on out,” is my casual drawl. “I’ll be giving it to you hard every which way. I can promise you that.”

She raises big brown eyes to me.

“Really?”

I smirk once more before pressing my lips to her soft pout. She’s so beautiful and desirable, especially after being flooded with my sperm. Why wouldn’t I want more of the same with the gorgeous day care provider?

“You can bet on it baby,” I rumble, savoring the taste of her lips. Ally is so sweet and innocent that I don’t tell her what’s on my mind: that I plan on taking her morning, noon, and night until she’s ripe and curvy with my baby.

9

Ally

It’s been literally years since I’ve woken up next to man. I’m up before Rob is, maybe because I’ve been drinking, maybe just because of the strangeness of the whole thing. His arms are still around me. I lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, wanting nothing else at all except to stay there next to him. I close my eyes, but don’t fall back asleep.

How can I, when last night was so amazing? After our first session, there was a second, third, and finally a fourth in the grey light of morning. I came so many times that my body’s now wrung out and exhausted, limp from the crazy number of orgasms.

Suddenly, I sit up with my mind spinning. Crazy number of orgasms. Oh god. Rob came in me over and over again, and we didn’t use protection evenonce. He probably thinks that I’m on the pill, but I’m not because I haven’t been with a guy in so long that there was no need. I wasn’t exactly going to get pregnant via immaculate conception.

But why didn’t he pull on a condom? Isn’t that the safe thing to do? I’m going to have to talk to him about it once we’re both awake and sober. Oh god.

I press my knees together, clenching my thighs deliciously. Something deep within gurgles a bit, and I know in my heart of hearts that it’s his sperm. He shot gallons into me last night, and I’m literally sloshing around in it now. It’s warm and trickly and I lift my pelvis up a bit to keep it in.

What are you doing?the voice in my head asks, totally aghast.Are you insane? You need to get to the pharmacy for the morning after pill.

But I can’t make myself stop. Something feels right about having this dominating man’s virile semen in me, and I glance shyly over at Rob’s inert form. He’s out like a light, and my eyes roam over that hard male body, bronzed and sculpted. Oh god. Every muscle is perfectly defined like a Greek god, and I long to drag my tongue over a flat male nipple before delving lower for a kiss to that thick pink cock lying against his stomach.

But I make myself stay still. It’s tempting, but we don’t know each other well enough yet, so I close my eyes again.Birth control,my mind chants.Birth control, birth control.Slowly, I drift once more into the hazy grayness of semi-sleep.

Some time later, Rob stirs and gives me a kiss on the top of the head. I turn over, and meet his sleepy gaze. Our lips lock again, my body melding into his.

“I would love to stay in bed all day, but I’m afraid I have to go to work,” he rumbles, breaking the kiss.

“But it’s Saturday,” I plead, giving him my best sad puppy eyes.

“I’m behind on a lot of things,” he says. “The world markets don’t take a day off. Would you like breakfast before you go?”

“O.K.” I say, sad but sort of expecting this.

“What would you like?” He gets up and goes over to the window, opening it to the let the light stream in. It’s the first time I really see him. I was drunk last night, and it was dark. In the full glow of the sun, I study the lines of his body. I notice his toned ass, the dimples in his back, and the definition of his six pack abs. He isperfection, in every way.

But I have to keep my mind on the here and now.

“I don’t know,” I stammer, rising up on one arm, willing myself to get up and get dressed but not quite there yet. “What are my breakfast options?”

He turns and looks at me, throwing me that quizzical look with his eyebrow raised once more. “Anything you want,” he says, bemused. Hmmm, that sounds good.

“How about waffles?” I suggest tentatively.

He picks up the phone. “Bernard, good morning. Bring up some Belgian waffles with fresh fruit and real maple syrup, and that ham I like. Yes, for two. Thanks. See ya.” The phone clicks shut and I stare at him.