My Fake Fiance's Secret Baby

Chapter Nine

Shae

I knew I was shaking. I tried not to. I really didn’t want to worry Chris, but I couldn’t help it. The room was the same one Mom always assigned me, even though I was a bloody adult. Chris carried me in like a big brave hero, laying me out on the bed, continuing to hold me until I stopped trembling.

“You did beautifully, sugar plum,” he said, holding me tight.

“Back at ya, Errol Flynn. I thought Ellis might shit his Ralph Laurens.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, believe me. Come Monday morning, your parents are going to love me because of how much I love you.”

My heart skipped a bit at this romantic show of love and courage. He didn’t know my parents and was still throwing himself into the lion’s den. Though Chris was so confident, I couldn’t help but believe him. I thought about asking if he really loved me but couldn’t quite pluck up the courage. I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear the answer or to tell him that the baby was actually real.

I hadn’t really meant to kiss him. I just really needed to distract myself. Though to be fair, it’s not as though he was unreceptive, kissing me back with tenderness as well as passion. I could tell how much he really wanted me. Not only because of the massive bulge forming in his pants. I couldn’t leave Chris like that and started to unbuckle his jeans. After a moment of awkwardness, his cock was out in its full glory, wrapped in my small, warm hands.

Like before, I started stroking him first. Working up the nerve, I leaned in and started to suck. It really was just what I needed to forget all the shit around me. His warm hard cock was more comforting than I could have imagined. Not to mention the feeling of Chris stroking my hair as I sucked on him.

Chris unloaded into my mouth with I accepted gratefully, swallowing down every last drop of sweet, warm cum he gave me. This was the best part of my day, aside from when we talked it out and decided that we actually were dating seriously with an eye towards the future we would have together.

Pulling me to him, Chris kissed me tenderly and started undoing my pants. I leaned back and let him take my clothes off. I really hadn’t planned on us going to bed together, but I wasn’t about to complain. It was the first time we’d had sex since the opera partly because I was too stressed to really think about much else but work and the reunion and the baby growing in me.

Now that I had a chance to really stop and think about it, I realized I was really desperate for his touch. I had been around Chris quite a bit, particularly on the drive, but I wanted more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so horny. Not even with Ellis. Being with Chris was making me happy and horny in ways I had never been before.

“Yeah, lick me, babe,” I cooed, as he gently opened my legs after I was naked.

And lick me he did. Making sure to pay special attention to my clit while using his finger to stimulate my g-spot as he pleasured me beautifully with his talented tongue. I came so hard the bed actually shook, rattling up against the wood-paneled wall.

He kissed me softly as I recovered. Unable to take it anymore, I basically pulled Chris on top of me, spreading my legs as I did so. I needed him inside me right then and there.

He fulfilled my request pushing his cock inside of my pussy, the feeling of which made me relax, leaving me entirely in his capable hands. Working my pussy with just the tip to get me even more excited, Chris pushed even further in, though nowhere near all the way. The laws of Newtonian physics conspiring against us. Not only would it hurt for him to go all the way in, but I also wasn’t entirely sure that there would actually be room for him in there. Not that it wasn’t great.

It certainly felt amazing for me, and as far as I could tell, Chris liked to too, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so keen to jump into bed with me every chance he got. Though, to be fair, it was usually me who initiated sex. I was getting to be absolutely insatiable.

Chris got half of his full bulk inside my tight little pussy, sending pleasure through me in intense waves with every movement, brushing up against my clit and my g-spot at the same time.

“Harder,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“You sure?”

“Yes, please, fuck me hard.”

Taking me at my word, Chris started going faster, building in both speed and intensity until he was pounding my pussy. It hurt at. First, I won’t lie. The intensity crossing over into pain, to the point I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The pain subsided after a while, and it started to feel really good. I still had to bite my lip to keep from screaming, but in that case from sheep pleasure.