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

was on the verge of cumming, of shooting my saved-up load all into Eleanor’s pussy. I grabbed her from behind, gripping her tightly with all the strength of my arms. Then I mashed my dick even deeper into her pussy, as I felt my cock start to throb up against her walls.

Every burst of cum splashed out into the depths of Eleanor’s pussy and womb. She gasped and whimpered with every burst of cum I pumped into her. I leaned in and kissed her ear, then sucked on the earlobe. She reached behind and fondled my balls as if to milk more cum out of them. I managed to shoot two more gobs into her. She sighed with each one.

I ran my hands over Eleanor’s curvy torso, with small squeezes at her waist and hips. My cock was still deep inside her. I held her from behind and nudged her to stand up. As Eleanor stood up, I kissed the crook between her shoulder blades, just below her neck, and I pulled my dick out of her pussy.

We stood face to face again. Eleanor pushed her face into my face for a slow, loving kiss. Her tongue fluttered at my lips, then inside my mouth. Her breath was hotter, with a slightly flowery smell. It was as if she’d just been put into a different physical state by me fucking her hard and filling her with my seed.

Still breathing quickly, she sat back down on the sofa, where she’d left her book of Lord Byron. She wiped the sex fluids off her hands onto her stomach and picked up the book again.

“You wanna sit down with me again?” Eleanor smiled when she asked. Of course, I wanted to sit down with her again.

The library’s pilled fabric sofa wasn’t designed for naked use. Maybe it was the first time it had been used by nude patrons. I didn’t care. Eleanor probably didn’t either. Eleanor and I had both just orgasmed and were recovering in post-orgasmic ecstasy.

I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Orgasms from jerking off were nothing like orgasms from real sex. I hadn’t had any of the latter in at least a year. Now, after cumming inside Eleanor, I was relaxed, sated, winded, and washed over by love. I wouldn’t admit that last part. But how could I not feel love toward this kind, curious, quirky, gorgeous, and sexually expert woman?

I moved in to kiss Eleanor again, this time softly, to embrace her lips in my own, to show her how much I enjoyed spending time with her. She was already looking down at the Lord Byron book in her hands. We were both still naked.

I reached out to Eleanor’s arm. My hand cradled her chin, and I leaned in for the soft, tender, loving kiss. It was a kiss that said “I love you” without freaking out anyone by actually saying it.

Eyes half-closed from sexual exhaustion and exhilaration, she kissed me back, just as tenderly, lips on lips, tongue on tongue. She lay her head in the crook of my neck. Her hair smelled like Pantene.

Eleanor’s hand was soft. I held it in my right hand while looking into her gorgeous green eyes. She ran her palm over my torso, from my defined abs and pecs to my sensitive neck. She stuck her finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it and licked the tip. She giggled.

“Do you have any idea—” I was worried about the time. I still had to drive the package truck the following morning.

“Exactly midnight.” Eleanor grinned.

“How can you know?”

“There’s a clock on the wall behind us.” She smiled and pointed behind her head blankly, then again put her head in the crook of my neck. “I see it in the window reflection.”

“I have to get—” I started to say, wondering how the following day I could go back to driving a UPS truck after an evening like this one.

“Yeah, I gotta get going too,” she said. Maybe she just didn’t want to seem rude. “Let’s do this again next week,” she whispered and leaned into my lips for one last soft kiss.

Chapter Five - Eleanor

The beeping notification on my phone that woke me up at seven A.M. shouldn’t have been a surprise. Yet, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all and had just come down with the flu. My stomach was doing cartwheels for no reason. The night before had been dull, as had every Friday night for the last month or so.

It was not what I had expected. After meeting, and fucking Aiden, I figured my Friday nights would be full of him and full of love. However, that was not the case. The week after our first night together, he had to rush out of town for a family emergency. Then it was making up work, problems with friends, and on and on till I got the distinct impression I was being ghosted. He would still text me every once in a while, but the heat was already gone.

I ran into the bathroom as my body tried to get rid of everything I had ever thought of eating. I was weak, lightheaded, and suddenly everything smelled terrible. I knew what the symptoms indicated, but it just couldn’t be right. I couldn’t get pregnant. Could I?

It was the moment I had always wished for. I’d spent ten thousand dollars out-of-pocket to have donors and in vitro. Before that night in the library with Aiden, I had sometimes looked at the baby name sites on my phone wistfully, hopefully, even though I knew perfectly well that I couldn’t get pregnant.

Now here I was. My body was acting like it was pregnant.

Anxious, I went to the doctor’s office immediately. Dr. Williamson was a fully qualified obstetrician who had been with me through every trial I tried.

The doctor pulled up the test results on his screen. “Good news. You’re definitely pregnant. The embryo is too small to see with