My Ex Boyfriend's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

Getting to my feet, taking off my panties as I did so, I swept his mostly finished plate from the table and lay down where it had been so Carl could have my sweet pussy for dessert. He dug in with gusto, licking and sucking my wet cunt, introducing first one finger and then two just when they were needed most. I started shaking with an intense orgasm, Carl putting one hand on my hip and the other over my mouth to keep me quiet as I came.

Pulling me down to the end, so we were lined up. Carl stroked the head of his cock against my pussy, making me gasp with pleasure. I opened my legs wider to facilitate the process.

When he thought I was ready, he pushed in, slowly easing his entire cock inside me. Giving me a second to relax and for my pussy adjust to being filled so completely, he started to pump. Driving his hard cock even deeper into me, and then back out, going a little faster with each pass. Building up to a steady rhythm, Carl fucked me with his huge cock until I screamed, a sound muffled by a quick and useful placement of his hand gently over my mouth.

Pulling out in the nick of time, Carl delivered his load into my waiting mouth, giving me a second helping of his delicious cum. Taking his cock in my hand, I sucked his shaft until it was clean before continuing on until he gave me a third beautiful load. I had gone without it far too long and was trying to make up for lost time.

Suddenly I could barely move. Most of my muscles relaxing at once. Gentleman that he was, Carl scooped me up and carried me over to the giant couch, both of us able to fit comfortably on it. I was snuggled against him my head on his chest when my doubts came back with a vengeance. I could hardly think straight for all the rage going on in my head.

“Stop thinking so loud and go to sleep,” he murmured.

“If only it were that simple,” I said.

“It is,” Carl replied, holding me tighter.

I was asleep a short time later. The dream was lovely. I couldn’t remember the details too clearly, but I was overcome with a sense of calm. Maybe I had found the happy place Carl had talked about. Too bad I couldn’t remember where it was.

My eyes opened slowly, and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I was at Carl’s apartment. Something I never thought would happen again. I thought about Aria thinking she would be worried. But then again, she knew I was meeting Carl and might well have figured out what happened.

Billy stirred beside me on the bed I had ended up in. I gently stroked his head, putting him back to sleep. Narrowly beating Lucky, who had come up from his guard station near my feet to check on his charge. I gave him a scratch behind the ear, which he seemed to love.

The door opened, making us both look as Carl came in with a breakfast tray, Lucky running back to the foot of the bed in hopes of bacon.

“Okay, okay, here,” Carl said, giving the dog a bit of bacon, before laying the tray out on my lap.

“I could get used to this,” I said, surveying the spread he had managed to fit onto the tray.

“Me, too,” he said, kissing me on the cheek, making me blush.

“You’re up early,” I said.

“Just finishing off the copy for your advertisement,” he said, picking up one of the two glasses of apple juice from the tray.

“Do you ever sleep?”

“Oh, yeah, a good six hours,” he explained.

“You are supposed to sleep seven to eight hours a night,” I argued.

“According to whom?”

“Sleep experts,” I said.

“That’s just like for toddlers or something,” he said, taking another sip.

I was too sleepy and happy to argue with him about it and decided to just let it go. It wasn’t like he was wasting the extra time. Going by what I knew by Carl’s general philosophy, it made sense to me that he would see sleep as a necessary nuisance at best.

I still wasn’t quite sure what was happening with us or where we were going in the future, but it did seem like we were back together, despite my initial resistance, and back on the path we were always meant to take.

“Ba’kin,” Billy said, waking up.

Chapter Fourteen

Jinx

I’d never been really religious. Not like my parents professed to be, my mom doing a much more convincing job than my dad, who was two steps down from a mobster. Two steps from hell, as I liked to think about it.

Despite my general lack of spiritual conviction, I couldn’t help but feel that my soul, if there was such a thing, had been refreshed. I was being a proper dad to Billy and had more or less reconciled with Lila. I wasn’t sure how things would go after we had fucked, but the desire was undeniable on both sides. I didn’t know if we were back together, but it sure felt like it. Which also felt like how things should be.