Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 21

She sits up, kisses me deeply before turning over onto her hands and knees.

My balls clinch when I see this stunning new view of her with her beautiful velvet round ass, and her little pussy glistening wet.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her, not wanting her to get confused by my silence.

I want her in my mouth. I want to taste her, so I dive right in. Lapping at her silky wet fold with my tongue, sucking her clit into my mouth. I lick my way from her clit to her asshole and back again, making sure every part of her gets enough attention.

She tastes as sweet as fruit and smells just as good. Not too strong. Just a hint of her female musk to know she’s turned on.

When my balls start to ache to the point of being uncomfortable, I rise and line up behind her. Holding onto her hips, I ease my way in. Her tunnel is like a warm wet fist around my cock, so tight. It feels remarkable. The satisfied sound she makes is music to my ears. She’s wet enough to where I slide right into her, and in this position, I’m able to reach all the way down to her wall.

She lets out a breath of surprise when I bottom out. I make sure not to press too hard, just easing in and out of her slowly at first. I close my eyes, trying so hard to concentrate on not coming too soon, but this is going to be difficult. I’ve never been a two pump chump. Not even when I was younger, but Remy turns me on so much it’s hard not to.

I find my rhythm and she starts to rock back and forth with me, like it’s a dance we’ve done a million times before. I squeeze her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Jesus, this is one hell of a view. I move faster. Her moaning getting louder.

This hunger inside of me takes over and I start drilling into her. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant. Drill my seed right into your womb.” I take her by the shoulders and thrust harder. She bites her lip to keep from screaming and alerting her mom who’s right inside the house.

“Yes,” she demands. “I want it. Blow your load in my pussy. I want your baby.”

Her words are enough to send me over the edge. I pump into her two more times, hitting her wall, my cum filling her hot canal.

When I’m done, she collapses on the ground, and I lay up against her, spooning. There’s a chill in the air, but after all of that, neither of us is cold.

I wrap my arm around her waist, rubbing her belly, and kissing her shoulder. “You know I care about you, right?” I say.

She rolls over to face me. “I was hoping you did. I don’t want to be just a convenient lay.”

I brush my thumb over her cheek, mesmerized by that pretty face. “Never. I … I think I’ve fallen for you.”

“You finally caught up.” Her smile shows every one of her perfect white teeth. “I fell for you long ago.”

I reach up and scratch the back of my head, feeling like a kid asking a girl to be his girlfriend. “So, um, does this make us a couple?” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“I think it does.”

Relief rolls over me. I can finally call her mine. I begin kissing her, and press her naked body against mine. I never want to let her go.

5

Remy

Two months later

Sam is still being an ass after all this time. I thought he’d get used to Deacon’s and my relationship by now. He changed his work schedule so he and Deacon are on the same shift; that way he’s home when Deacon is and we have no time to spend with each other in the house. If Deacon and I want to spend time together, we have to leave. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it would be nice once in a while to sit on the couch with the man I love and his child whom I adore, and just watch TV without Sam’s nagging voice in our ears. I want to fall asleep in Deacon’s arms without Sam waking us up and telling me I can’t stay the night. It’s like constantly having a parent around.

I wake up early. I’m not feeling so well. It had been a fitful night of sleep—if you can even call it sleep. Mostly just a lot of tossing and turning. I have the chills and no matter how many blankets I wrap around myself, I can’t get warm. The sun streams in through the space between my curtains, piercing my pupils. This headache won’t go away and I always feel like I’m going to puke, which, for some reason, makes me constantly yawn. It’s getting really annoying.

All night my stomach had been feeling queasy. I don’t think it’s a stomach bug because right after I throw up, I’m hungry. Usually with a stomach bug, just the thought of food makes me want to hurl. Maybe it’s food poisoning—I have been eating some questionable things lately. It’s weird because my whole life I’ve hated olives. Only crazy people without tongues would eat such vile things, and yet now, even though the smell of them is still gross, I can’t seem to get enough of them.