Most Eligible Baby Daddy(21)

She imagined what it would feel like for that naked cock to slide into  her pussy, and pump it's sticky seed inside her body. Just the thought  of it made her heart pound.

"Wait," she said, surprising herself that she'd said anything.

"What?"

"Are you sure?" she said, looking into his eyes.

His ripe cock touched, ever so gently, the lips of her pussy. She arched  her back to try and reach up to it. She wanted it inside her.

"I've never been so certain of anything in my life, Elle. I want a  child, and I want it with you. Will you give it to me? Will you give  that gift to me?"

Elle could hardly believe what she was hearing. Did this really happen?  Did guys like Forrester really say to girls that they wanted them to  give them a baby?

It must exist, she thought, because he was right above her, his naked cock touching, toying, with her pussy lips.

"All right," she said. "If you swear you'll never leave me, if you swear  you'll always be there for me and the child, we can try this."

Forrester's eyes lit up as if he'd just been told the best news in the world.

"Really?" he gasped.

"Really, Forrester. Let's do it."

And with that, Forrester's mouth descended on hers in a crescendo of  passionate kisses. His mouth drank her up. His eyes locked onto hers and  pierced into her soul. And as he lowered the enormous weight of his  powerful body down onto her smaller frame, his cock began to slide into  her expectant pussy. He moved on her with a hunger, a passion, that was  frightening. This was Forrester, a man, about to do the one thing that  would matter most in his life. He was about to try and become a father.                       
       
           



       

She shut her eyes and focused every bit of her mind on the sensation of  it. His raw, naked cock was inside her. She'd never been in this  position before. She'd never been so exposed, so vulnerable, so totally  surrendered to the power of a man. Never, in all the years she'd spent  with Gris, had they made love without a condom. That was one thing Gris  had been certain of. He didn't want her getting pregnant.

Forrester was different. He actually wanted a child, and he wanted it  with her. In other circumstances, what Forrester had asked of her would  have certainly scared her off. She knew it would have set all sorts of  alarm bells ringing. But with him, it didn't. He was a man of certainty.  He knew what he wanted. He knew where his heart and soul lay. She knew  instinctively that if he said he wanted her to be the mother of his  baby, he meant it, and he had good reasons for asking it of her.

"I love you, Elle," he whispered, and the words electrified her.

She felt pleasure build and build, deep in the very core of her body,  and as it grew and grew, she struggled against the chains Forrester had  used to tie her down. She felt like she was losing control. The pleasure  was so intense she wanted to scream.

Forrester had her at his mercy, and was thrusting himself deep into her,  then pulling all the way back out, before repeating the motion. The  effect on Elle was so overpowering she was afraid she was going to  faint.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, Forrester."

"Take every inch of me," Forrester gasped, as he thrust again and again into her defenseless body.

She opened her eyes and saw a look of excruciating pleasure on his face.  His brow was slick with sweat. His eyes were shut. His lips were pursed  in the ecstasy of orgasm.

"Oh my God," he cried, and she felt the throb of his sperm flow into her.

She knew at that very moment that nothing was ever going to be the same  in her life again. From that moment forward, no matter what else  happened, she was going to be tied and linked to Forrester. Their  destines were entwined. In a very real way, she was going to be his, and  he was going to be hers, from that moment on.

Unprotected intercourse, whether it led to a baby or not, was the most  intimate thing she could think of, and it filled her heart with joy and  love that she was sharing that moment with Forrester. It was the first  time any man's sperm had been inside her, and all she could think of was  that she wanted more, she wanted everything he had, and she wanted it  to find its mark. She wanted it to start creating a baby inside her.

She wasn't a religious girl, she rarely attended church, but she knew that this was a spiritual moment. God was part of this.

As Forrester's sperm pulsed and poured into her, the pleasure  overwhelmed her and at last, the orgasm that had been building up inside  her since the moment she'd entered the hotel room began to release  itself on her senses.

She screamed. Her muscles contracted. She tried to pull her arms free  and wrap them around her man's powerful torso but she couldn't. He kept  thrusting into her, so deeply that she thought he might injure her, but  there was no pain, only pleasure. He thrust and thrust, pouring himself  inside her, and when at last he finished, he collapsed down onto her  body, his skin sticky with sweat.

"Thank you, God," she whispered when it was all over.





Chapter 24

Forrester

FORRESTER COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT HE was doing.

Where had this desire come from?

He hadn't realized until just that moment how badly he wanted a baby,  and how certain he was that Elle was the woman who would give it to him.  It was a spiritual, almost mystical moment.

As his cock spilled into her, his semen throbbing right out of him and  into her delicious, tender pussy, he knew that this was something that  would never be taken back. He knew that there were a lot of things that  happened in a man's life that amounted to nothing. This was not one of  those things. This was one of the moments that would define him.

When he died, and was asked by God to account for the actions of his  life, this was one of the moments, perhaps the only moment, that would  count. This was it. This was what Forrester Snow was going to do with  his life.

He knew it, and the knowledge gave him an overwhelming sense of  gratitude and love. He was humbled. He clung to Elle's beautiful, soft,  smooth body and felt the most intense, pure love of his life.                       
       
           



       

This was how he would answer to the crimes of his father. By overcoming them. By creating a life of his own.

"Oh, Elle," he cried.

The pleasure was still flowing in his cock, even as he collapsed onto  her body. He was afraid he might crush her, she was so small compared to  him, but he couldn't help put all his weight on her. His semen was  still dripping into her, his cock was still hard inside her, and he  wished nothing more than that he could stay that way, intertwined with  the woman he loved, for ever and ever.

"This is what heaven must feel like," he sighed.

"I think so," Elle said, and he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes, and knew it was true.

"Thank you," he whispered.

She smiled.

"Really," he continued, "thank you, Elle. What we just did, don't think  for a second I don't realize how important that is, how momentous it is.  I know there's no guarantee, but there's a chance, a very real chance,  that we just created a new life together. There's a chance that we're  going to be parents together, you and me, and that means that we're  going to have to devote every ounce of our souls to each other for the  rest of our lives."

"Do you really mean all this?" Elle said, suddenly sounding concerned  that she might have trusted the wrong man with this most intimate,  intense gift a woman could ever give.

"I mean every word, Elle, with every drop of my soul. I swear to you,  I'm your man now. I'm yours and your mine. Nothing will ever be able to  change that. Not even death."

And then he kissed her, and as his tongue slid into her delicious,  waiting mouth, he knew that he had just crossed the line from boyhood to  manhood. From this moment on, he was a man, and whatever his father had  done to him no longer mattered.

He'd made it.

He'd overcome his past.





Chapter 25

Elle

ELLE WOKE UP TO SUNLIGHT streaming in the hotel window. It bathed the  bed in warmth and light and she lay in it for just a minute, letting it  soak into her body. She felt it feed life into her. She breathed in  deeply and let the feeling wash over her.

It was the feeling of happiness. For the first time in her life, she finally realized what that feeling was like.

She turned and looked at Forrester. She thought he was asleep, but as she gazed into his calm face, a smile spread across it.

"You're so handsome," she said.

He opened his eyes. "I'm so in love with you, Elle."

Her heart skipped a beat, giving her butterflies.

"Are you really sure, Forrester?" she said. "I couldn't bear to fall for you and then lose you."