Unprotected: A Secret Baby

“Then that’s how,” he rasped hoarsely. “You were missing for two years. I checked everywhere sweetheart. Hospitals, shelters, even calling your dad. But no one knew, it was like you vanished into thin air. And then lo and behold, you popped back onto the grid yesterday. I’ve been waiting for so long, sweetheart,” he added in a ragged voice.

My eyes closed and finally, I melted into the man who’d stolen my heart the moment we met.

“Yes, Evan,” I murmured, our little family bound together in a circle of love. “Yes, we’re together now.”

But Mr. Lincoln pulled back as his eyes burned fiercely.

“Will you, Margaret Lake? Tell me now,” he rasped. “Tell me, because I can’t wait any longer.”

Eyes brimming with tears, I clutched my baby tight while staring into the handsome face of his father.

“Yes Mr. Lincoln. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

And finally, the Cinderella tale came true. Because my prince had found me, pink diamond in hand. It’d been a wild goose chase for two years, the result of mixed signals, a transaction gone wrong, and heartfelt emotion thwarted by ambition, power, and money.

But love always wins … and at last, my fairy tale was here.

EPILOGUE

Evan

Two years later …

I walked into our condo not knowing what to expect.

“Baby?”

Big body tingling with anticipation, the door shut quietly as I dropped my briefcase on the ground. Because even after two years, Maggie sends shivers down my spine, every sense alert. The sweet girl and I tied the knot two years ago, and yet it’s still like the first day we met.

A sweet laugh rang out.

“I’m in here,” she mewled.

The soft feminine voice was low and throaty, and I hustled towards the back. The brunette was waiting in her office. It’s a small room, filled with books and a desk where Maggie studies for her degree in animal biology.

And shit, we were studying biology today. Anatomy to be specific.

Because Maggie had a picnic blanket spread out on the hardwood floor. A platter of sliced fruit sat on a corner of the blanket, along with a bottle of non-alcoholic cider and glasses. But in the middle of the spread was the main course.

My woman.

Totally nude.

Whipped cream covered her nipples and squirted down in a trail to her bare, pink pussy. She looked like a wedding cake, absolutely delectable.

I stopped in my tracks, cock as hard a pike.

“I hope you’re hungry, sir,” she cooed playfully. “I hope you have an appetite.”

Aw shit. Until Maggie, I didn’t even know I had a sweet tooth. And locking the door behind us, I was out of my clothes in a flash, dropping to the blanket on my knees.

“Goddamn, woman. Are you trying to kill me? You know we have two kids to provide for,” was my harsh growl. But my hands had already sprung into motion, feeling up that juicy body. Those giant tits were lush and soft, a hundred percent natural. Her hips and thighs were nice and wide, padded with plenty after our second baby.

Because we have two children now. Ryan was joined by Eva about six months ago, and fuck but things have been good.

Evidently, Maggie agreed. Moaning a bit, the female lay back, big boobies out and legs spread to show off that dripping slit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she purred with an inviting smile. “My man can handle all this and more.”

The woman wriggled against the blanket, parting her thighs enticingly. And then Maggie reached for a zucchini from the basket of fruit.

“Right, Evan?” Her pink tongue licked the head of the giant vegetable, making it nice and wet. “This isn’t too much for you, is it?”

Holy shit.

Is she really going to…?

But yeah, it was happening.

Maggie was so nasty these days, and it was all for me. After taking her virginity, this girl jumped right into the deep end of hard loving, suggesting ways to get down that were worthy of the dirtiest porn.

“What are you doing with that, baby?” I kissed her neck and bit that soft throat. From up here, I could smell that hot, creaming cunt, the pussy that never stopped leaking.

“What do you think?” the woman teased while working the big green monster in and out of her mouth. Never breaking eye contact, her small hand brought that glistening vegetable down below and began feeding it into that tiny pink snatch.

“Oh! Oh, Evan! This is… oh! This is almost as big as your cock,” she panted, watching me through lowered lashes as she nailed herself with the big zuke. “That feels so good, baby,” she cooed breathlessly while working the thing deep into her pussy, rolling her hips to take more.

And I sprang into motion then.

“I can make you feel even better,” was my harsh growl. I grabbed the green monster, wrapping my fingers around tight and pushed it deeper, the vacuum power of that juicy cunt insane. The whipped cream on her tits trembled precariously as her curves heaved.