Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 17

“You did that on purpose for me to watch, didn’t you?” I say, walking up behind her. I wrap my arms around her.

“I hoped you would,” she says, rubbing her ass against my hard dick.

I slip my cock into her dripping pussy. She gasps.

“Well I did and I stroked myself while I watched.”

Holding onto her belly, I push my cock deep inside of her with hard thrusts. Her tits and the side of her face are pressed against the window. She screams my name. There’s a man walking his dog down on the sidewalk below us. If he looks up he’ll get quite the show. Part of me hopes he looks up and witnesses me fucking this goddess.

“I’m going to fuck my load into you again,” I tell her, pounding, drilling my way into her tight cunt. “I’m going to fill you with my cum and watch your pregnant belly grow.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Again, to my surprise, she says, “Fuck yes, I want it. I want to be big and round with your child.”

Picturing her naked and pregnant, a big swollen belly, sets me off and I dump another load of cum inside of her. I keep my cock buried in her for several minutes. Once I’m deflated, I finally pull out. Her pussy is so tight, even after all that fucking, she barely drips.

I turn her around to face me. Her breasts are cold to the touch from being pressed against the window. As much as I want to stay here and bask in the afterglow, if I don’t get to work, I’ll be fired, and that will make starting this new family together much harder than it should be.

She goes over to the bed and lays down, her body spent after the workout it’s been given. She wraps the sheets around her waist, leaving her beautiful milky breasts exposed. I lean over and kiss one. I can’t help myself. They’re just so perfect and silky smooth. She runs her fingers through my hair and

lets out the sexiest little moan. I’m already getting turned on again. But there’s nothing I can do about it. For one, I will be even later than I already am, and two, I don’t want her to be too sore after the two poundings she just took.

“That was amazing,” she says.

It was better than amazing. It took sex to a whole other level. “Yes it was.”

I still can’t believe she was a virgin. I have to admit, being with someone so pure and untouched is every man’s fantasy; I’m no exception. It’s a caveman thing, I think. Conquering a mountain. Being the first man to plant his flag. I was the first to plant my seed, to hopefully watch it grow. She’ll be mine and only mine forever if everything goes right.

I grumble. “I have to get to work,” I say reluctantly.

“No time for another quickie?” she says, curling up against me.

I let out a tortured laugh. “You have no idea how tempted I am to do just that, but I can’t be later than I already am. As it stands, Sam is going to be pissed. He’s the reason I got the job in the first place.”

She kisses my arm. “I understand. No need to make Sam hate me more than he already does.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” I say.

“Yes he does.”

“Okay, maybe a little.”

She laughs and it’s a sound that warms up my chest and makes me feel full inside. It lets me know even more than I already do that this thing between us is meant to be. With Remy I feel whole again.

I’m going well over the speed limit to get to work. I’m already late, but the later I am, the worse off I’ll be. Pulling into the space next to Sam’s car, I get out of my pickup and tuck my shirt in. I was hoping to get inside the building undetected, but I’m about halfway there when Sam walks out. He sees me before I can hide behind one of these cars.

He makes a B-line toward me, his crisp gelled hair staying stiff in place despite the breeze. “It’s already starting,” he says, laying into me without even a ‘hello’ first.

“What are you talking about, Sam?”

Normally, a confrontation with my brother would instantly put me in a bad mood, but after what just happened between me and Remy, nothing can get me down. Not even Sam and his doom and gloom.

He says, “You’re making the same mistakes you made with Karen.”

I open my mouth to speak, but Sam talks right over me. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He looks me up and down, shaking his head distastefully. Still the high and mighty little shit he always was. “Before you try to deny it, take a good look at yourself. You just started the job I helped you get, and you’re already running late.” He throws his hands up in frustration. “And for Christ’s sake, pull up your zipper.”

I fight back a smile. When I yank up my zipper, it makes a short rasp sound. I realize now that Sam will never change. Even as kids he tried micromanaging my life. He worried about everything, always more of a mother than a brother.