Delivering His Package: A Secret Baby Romance by Jamie Knight (best love novels of all time txt) 📗

cock lay on top of Eleanor’s silk panties. She wrapped her legs around me again.

I looked down at the jeans I’d tossed aside. They lay on the institutional-blue library carpet.

“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t expect to need one.”

“I don’t have one either,” Eleanor admitted. “But I’ve only been with one man, and I got tested afterward.”

“I haven’t fucked in a year, and I’ve been tested since then,” I said, licking her ear.

Of course, it was a matter of trust. Of course, anybody could be lying to anybody. Of course, either of us could have contracted a disease from our toothbrushes that morning. But some risks were just worth it.

“I want you to fuck me bareback,” Eleanor said. It sounded more like a plea than an invitation. She was asking for a favor, not offering one. She obviously badly wanted me to fill her pussy. “And shoot your load deep inside me.” She grinned and nodded.

“That’s how fucking bareback usually works, isn’t it?” I grinned back, figuring she must have been on birth control.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

“Never barebacked?” I asked. I’d certainly had my own share of unadvised barebacking as a teen and a college student. Fortunately, my partners had been other dumb virginal kids my own age, and I hadn’t caught anything. I wouldn’t take that kind of risk now unless I was really sure I could trust the girl. And I was really sure I could trust Eleanor.

Eleanor had been in panties. Now her pussy was bare beneath my dick. Her slippery-wet folds slid against my inner thigh as we moved against each other on the sofa. I slowly fucked the gap between her thighs and lower lips with my dick. She only sighed in response.

“Take me,” she whispered. She scooped the dripping lines of precum from my cock and rubbed them onto her pussy. “I don’t have any lube. Do you?”

“Only the all-natural kind.” I pointed down.

“I still want to do it.” Eleanor looked at me. The sparkle in her eyes was like that of a kid about to go on a roller coaster.

I took charge. I hugged her and started pulling her to stand up, then lean over. “Bend over the sofa.” Eleanor’s ass was round, slightly thick. She stood with her arms far apart on the sofa and her legs far apart on the floor. It was a very warm invitation for me to fuck her.

Cool air washed over my bare, moist dickhead. I hadn’t barebacked in a long time. There was a novelty to looking at a nice pink pussy and knowing that I’d be going into it raw, feeling all of it directly on my dick instead of through latex.

“Now,” Eleanor whispered and teased her lower lips apart more with her hand under her legs. The beautiful pink slit between her legs was my target. Above it was Eleanor’s perfect, smooth, lightly muscled back. Beyond Eleanor’s back and Eleanor’s mess of wavy blonde hair was the narrow window looking out onto downtown New York.

I gently put my dickhead up against her pussy opening. There was still no way it could go in without help. I spit on my right hand’s fingers, then slid two fingers in. Eleanor gasped, then sighed in pleasure. Her canal was tight but slightly loosening for my fingers. She must’ve known that the fingers were only a warmup. I separated my fingers deep inside her pussy, and she gasped and sighed again. The opening was big enough now, and I stepped forward, so my dickhead was ready to enter.

“Now?” I asked into her ear.

“Now,” she said, a bit impatiently.

I thrust my whole body forward. My dick went into Eleanor’s pussy. I pulled out after about halfway in. I knew I was thick and didn’t want to risk hurting this woman.

“Is that ok? Can I go in again?”

“Not deep enough. Go in deeper. Deeper.”

Now Eleanor really sounded impatient. I responded the only way I knew how; I followed instructions. I thrust my dick back into her pussy promptly, immediately, and with a deep, long thrust until I swore I could feel the brush of her cervix on my dickhead.

She again gasped in pleasure — gasped so hard that she coughed afterward. I kept pushing deeper into her, enjoying her pussy canal gripping my shaft and her cervix tickling my engorged dickhead.

All of me was ready for action. Eleanor was pushing her pussy back against my dick to get the shaft deeper into her. She must’ve been ready too. I didn’t disappoint her; I started fucking deeply with a slow rhythm.

I grabbed lecherously at her body with every thrust, massaging her plump tits and rubbing her ass. Her pussy was tight enough to slow down my dick’s journey enough. Eleanor acknowledged my effort with ecstatic moans. She moaned every time I squeezed and pulled on her nipples.

I got into a good fast fucking rhythm. Feeling my balls crash into Eleanor’s clit with every thrust in and hearing the slight slurping sound of my long cock sliding out of her, aided by both my and Eleanor’s natural lubrication.

She turned her head to her left. “I—”

I answered by leaning in and kissing her again, kissing her even more passionately than I’d kissed her that first time.

My tongue played in her mouth just as my dick was playing in her pussy, just as my hand was playing with her nipples. I sped up fucking and rubbing.

Her pussy clenched on my pumping dick. I pushed through the tightness anyway, in and out. I didn’t break my thrusting rhythm. I didn’t interrupt her pleasure, and I didn’t deny my own hot desire. Her legs shook. Then Eleanor’s pussy pulsed, making it incredibly tight.

I knew not to slow down fucking her and massaging her breasts. She showed her gratitude. Her pussy throbbed and covered my dick in wetness. She came over and over.

My own thighs throbbed. My dick and balls were just at the tripwire, at the point of no return. I