Her Baby Daddy Read online Emily Bishop

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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Great. Just what I need right now—more administrative problems.

If Cherry didn’t get her shit together, she was out of here. That last little stunt with my cell phone had pissed me off thoroughly.

The stripper craned her neck, caught sight of me, but, thankfully, didn’t wave her damn hand in greeting. Christ, if she didn’t get back behind that curtain I’d have Maurice fire her for good.

Finally, Cherry retreated.

Riley let out a tight little moan beside me, and I switched off my business brain so fast it ceased to exist.

Her dark eyes were wide, and she squirmed in the seat, rubbing her pussy against the leather, gaze fixed on Cassidy. Riley had lost herself in the music, it seemed. She let go of the table and touched one of her breasts.

There was a strict “no touching” rule in my clubs, but I couldn’t begrudge her this, nor me the fucking erection now tearing at my pants, insistent. I had to have her, now.

Here.

I scooched away from her, grasped the tassel that controlled the curtains at the front of our booth, and tugged it down. The gauze scrolled out, blocking our table from view. I left a slit down the center for Riley to enjoy the rest of the show, then shuffled back to her side.

She hadn’t quit rubbing her breast, and the nipple rising only made me want to take her more. To give her exactly what she needed, as I’d done before.

I dragged my fingers up her spine and pinched the back of her neck, leaned in and whispered, “You like watching her, don’t you?”

Riley groaned and slipped her hand beneath her sports bra, worked her nipple between two fingers, and brought it out.

I glanced up at the stage where Cassidy bent and circled her hips, showing off her ass and thong, then back to my woman. She’d lost all control now. She brought out her other breast and played with that one too. Milky white flesh with perfect, pink nipples.

Sucking them was my pleasure.

“You want to come,” I said.

She whimpered.

“You want to come so bad.” My breath on her ear, my hand sliding down her back, around to the front. I parted her legs and massaged her pussy through her yoga pants. That triangle between her legs was soaked through with her juices. “Don’t you wish that was you up there? You dancing for me?”

“Yes.” She shuddered it out.

I rubbed her pussy, and used my free hand to unleash my dick from within my pants. I didn’t have a fucking condom on me. I didn’t care.

“You still want it bare?” I whispered.

Riley’s moan was too loud this time.

“Not so loud, baby. People will hear you.”

She nodded and sucked her bottom lip.

I lifted her by the hips, tugged her pants down, and moved her onto my lap, shifted to a wide-legged stance. I looped my arm around her waist, held her there, then took my cock by its base and positioned it perfectly, nudged my tip into the folds.

“Sit down,” I said.

Riley lowered herself onto my dick, practically fucking hyperventilating, circling her hips, her come dribbling down the sides of my shaft as I took her, bit-by-aching-bit.

I pressed my hand to her back and forced her forward. Her forearms hit the table and she stared directly ahead, at Cassidy between the slit in the curtains, while I watched my dick entering her, bare.

She was mindlessly hot. Her thighs quivering, her ass tightening and releasing. I wet my finger with her juices and reached around, circled her hungry clit.

Riley backed into my dick, demanding as much as she could take, until her petite body surrounded me entirely. She was pinned against the table, my throbbing cock her center point.

“I want to come so bad,” she whispered, her voice cracking from the strain of holding back.

I hadn’t even thrust into her yet, just let her take all of me once.

“Then come, baby. But I’m going to come too, and it’s going to be inside you.”

“Oh god,” Riley whispered. “Oh god. I want that. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

I fucked her slowly again, but only because both of us were on the brink of shattering, and if I went too fast this time, we’d probably crash out of the booth and into the open. I wouldn’t expose Riley like that.

I was the hardest I’d ever been. Riley, the wettest. I increased the pace just slightly along with the pressure on her clit.

“I’m coming,” she moaned. “I’m coming, Jax.”

“Me too,” I replied—the skin-on-skin was too good. The first time I’d felt it in my goddamn life, and I exploded inside her. I rocked into that tight cunt and filled it with every bit of cum I had. Emptied myself, lashed her walls, found paradise in the velvet, the heat, the curve of her hips.

Riley pulsed in time with me, rolling her head. Her legs gave out, and she sat back, my cock still speared inside her, still filling her, spurt after spurt.


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