His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

I wasn’t that little boy anymore, so none of it really mattered now. Not really.

I was debating about going up to the front door and knocking on it, but not too much time later, Reagan rushed out with a little boy in tow. Seeing him threw me right back into my seat.

I had no idea she had a kid. How was I supposed to? She was right about the fact that I never went looking for her. She had made it pretty clear that she was done with me. I saw no reason in chasing after someone who wanted nothing to do with me.

Maybe if I had tried to find her, I would have known she had a kid. He looked to be seven or eight. She probably had him with that guy, whoever he was, the one she left me for. I never actually met him, or if I did, I had no idea who he was. She made sure her letter was vague, but it still hurt like hell when I read that she was leaving me for another man.

What if they were still together? Her and what’s-his-name? I never thought Reagan would be the type to sleep with someone else while in a relationship. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen a ring on her finger, and it looked like she was at the BDSM club alone. Couples would usually go to those types of things together.

Logic would say to leave her alone, but I wasn’t feeling logical. A child really complicated things and would explain why she was a little hostile. The reason she didn’t want me walking back into her life could have to do with her kid, but on the other hand, this might be my last chance to have the love I once knew.

Reagan’s car finally started. They must have been having some kind of conversation or argument. She pulled out of her spot, and I followed her to an apartment building. There was no way I’d be able to follow her inside. She’d see me then.

I did see an apartment window light up a few minutes later. It appeared to be her living room. She was talking to her son before getting him ready for bed. She finished up with him and came back into the part of the room I could see through the window.

I watched as she sat down on the couch. My ex looked exhausted. It must have been quite the night for her.

Reagan ran her hands through her brown hair, pulling it out of the ponytail she had it in. Her long tresses fell down her back. She was always so fucking beautiful. Everything about her was my undoing, from that smart mouth of hers to her sexy, curvy body.

Soon, she was back up on her feet, walking off into another room. The lights went off, and that was that. She must have been going to sleep.

I leaned back in my seat. All this time looking at Reagan had brought back a whole lot of memories. A particular favorite of mine was when I would tie her up. She was really nervous the first time. Admittedly, I was pretty nervous the first time as well. But tying Reagan up became a favorite pass time of ours. The sounds she would make when I spanked her. I could still hear them, sitting in my car, years later.

Fuck! My hard dick was pressing into my pants, making me quite uncomfortable. I was parked in a darker part of the street since I had been trying to conceal myself. I gave the area a quick scan, and there didn’t appear to be anyone coming.

I was done thinking and just unzipped my pants. Taking out my thick cock, I held my shaft in my palm. Reagan’s scent was still on me, setting off this frenzy inside of me even further. I remembered the first time she brought out the dom in me.

It was a lazy Sunday. I had snuck out of the house to see Reagan, telling my parents that I was off to play football with the guys. Reagan’s mom was out at a meeting at church, so it was just the two of us. She was doing chores, and I was mad at the lack of attention.

Outside in the afternoon sun, my girlfriend — who had just turned eighteen — was hanging laundry on their clothesline. Her mother was too poor to own a dryer. No matter what I did, Reagan kept saying she had to do her chores. I needed to wait. I didn’t want to wait. After some playful bickering, I came up with a crazy idea.

It had started off as a joke. I cut the line, dashing to wrap it around her curvy body and bind her to the wooden pole. When she was trapped tight, I figured I was in deep trouble, but I pushed further, stealing kisses and pulling up her shirt to massage her perky breasts. When I dropped to my knees to suck her hard tits, she moaned with such ecstasy. It was like an awakening.