My Fake Fiance's Secret Baby

Shae held on a bit longer than I did. Her orgasm, when it came, made her shake and rattle. The vibrations going all the way down to her pussy, where I could feel it on my mouth. Her wetness increased as she got ready to try and take my cock. Had I been thinking, I would have brought lube, but I wasn’t, so we came down to this.

I kissed Shae lovingly, leaning her back into a laying position, and putting her feet up on the edge of the bed.

“That comfortable?” I asked.

“It’s okay,” she said.

“Well, that just won’t do.”

Taking her by the ankles, I shifted the position, so her legs were up over my arms, her knees flush with my elbows.

“Better?”

“Much!”

I would have kissed her then, but she was a bit too far away. My hands were also pretty full, so Shae did the honors, taking my cock and easing it into her pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a long, soft moan as she did so.

“You okay, sweetie?”

“Yes, i-it just feels so fucking good. It’s right up against my cervix.”

“Always a good thing,” I said, making her giggle.

Getting well up in her, I started to move, pumping her sweet little pussy as hard as I dared, knowing full well how sensitive she was. Her pussy clamped even tighter around me as I pumped her, reacting to the stimulus and apparently wanting more.

“Kegels?” I asked, continuing to pump.

“Yeah, I thought it might be fun,” she said.

“Definitely,” I said, lovingly stroking her thigh.

I moved in her tight little pussy, pumping her a bit more gently than usual until I was getting really to cum. By the way her body was tensing and the sounds she was making, I could tell she was getting ready too. Just to be safe, I pulled out of her, working her to orgasm with my fingers, while delivering my cock to her mouth before giving her a second load as big as the first, which she sucked down greedily.

Both of us spent, I got onto the bed with her, and we cuddled before Shae fell into an exhausted but happy sleep.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I was both testing out the words and practicing them at the same time. It felt pretty safe, as I knew she couldn’t hear me, but she was also right there, so it felt more real. I was still trying to pluck up the courage to make an official declaration despite her family, and most of mine already able to see what a good match we were. I had gotten Ellis out of the picture, so she didn’t have to worry about him anymore. That was the first step.

I didn’t want to get too intense too fast because I might scare her away, even though we had agreed that we would start dating seriously.

The very thought of Shae leaving me drove me from the bed and down into the kitchen for a bit of late-night stress eating. I was looking for something in the fridge when I heard a throat clear behind me. It was too feminine to be Chester or, heaven forbid, a returned Ellis. That pretty much left Diane or Dixie. I turned around, dearly hoping for Dixie.

“Want me to make you something?” Diane asked.

I was about to decline, well able to make food for myself, but then I realized that it was a sort of overture.

“Yes, please,” I said, minding my manners.

Moving with the grace of a veteran homemaker, Diane assembled a quite nice looking assortment of leftovers and put them in the oven as opposed to the microwave.

“I’m sorry about the cool welcome. I really didn’t realize how awful Ellis was.”

“I have a feeling most people don’t,” I said by way of extending an olive branch.

She nodded sadly, then looked up and held out her hand to me. “We never really got to know each other, but if you’re going to marry my daughter, we might as well try.”

“I’m not sure about marriage. Not just yet, anyway. Not planning to live in sin forever mind you. I just want to wait until Shae’s ready.”

“But you’re ready now?” Diane asked, surprised.

“Yes,” I said, answering honestly.

“Well, that’s a new one. A man ready to get married before his lady.”

“A bit unusual I’ll grant,” I admitted, a grin pulling at my lips.

I knew lots of guys who had no interest in getting married at all and others who were more or less dragged down the aisle. The only happily married couples I could think of where the decision seemed to be mutual were my parents who, according to family legend, had proposed to each other at precisely the same moment, and Aden and Camilla at the office.

“Anything else usual that I should know?” Diane asked, giving the impression that she was kidding.