Page 70 of The Surrogate Nanny
“Too much? I haven’t even put it in yet,” he taunted before sucking my labias into his mouth. He released them with loud pops, making them swollen and angry from the abuse.
Anthony slid his hands underneath my ass, and my mouth fell open when he flipped us over in one fluid motion with me on top. He grabbed my hips and motioned me forward and backward over his face. It wasn’t long before I took over, rolling my hips as I rode his face.
I came shortly with a loud wail. Anthony made ungodly slurping noises as my pussy gushed over his lips.
“So fucking delicious,” Anthony said, forcing me onto my back. I barely had time to think when he surged into me. My eyes widened in shock from the sudden intrusion. He was stretching me to the point where it burned, and no doubt, I would tear if he didn’t give me time to adjust. He continued to inch into me, kissing my face between breaks.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he was finally seated as far as he could go.
“Mhm,” I hummed. He whispered his promise to me, and my pussy clenched around him. He laughed into the crook of my neck. “Who would’ve thought you wanted to become a mother again so soon?”
That was his promise to me—give me another baby…the natural way.
Anthony pulled out to the tip and plunged back into me. He delivered slow strokes and calculating kisses as he hit spots I never knew I had before. He pulled my arms from around him and placed them above my head, lacing his fingers through mine. He continued his leisurely pace but put additional force behind his strokes, causing my breasts to jump at each stroke.
“You’re loving this dick. I can see it all over your face. I’ll have you fucking begging for it by the time I’m done with you.” A whimper slipped out of me as he picked up the pace, gliding in and out of me. “I want to go harder, Simone, but I don’t know if you can take it.”
“I can take it,” I rushed out.
He kissed my lips, then grinned. “Okay. Hold on.”
The next thing I knew, Anthony was pounding me into the mattress with several inches of dick. I cried out from pleasure until I couldn’t recognize the sounds coming from my mouth. His thickness was coated in my cream, sliding in and out of me with ease. “You like how I fuck this pussy, don’t you?” he taunted. I raised my hips from the mattress, meeting his violent strokes. “Simone, I need you to trust me to take care of you,” he said, pinning my hips down. I was lost in my own passionate world of sexual desire and continued to thrust upward. “We’re gonna have to do this another way since you’re not being a good listener right now.”
I whimpered when he pulled out but quickly found myself positioned on my stomach. He spread my legs, bending my right leg for comfortable access, and covered my back with his body. He entered me slowly from behind. I threw my head back and gripped the sheets. His left elbow rested on the bed with his left hand clutching my throat and his right hand gripping my right thigh. He tightened his grip around my throat as he moved with purpose. I had difficulty concentrating on my release with everything he did to my body. The lack of oxygen, the kisses, bites, and licks to my neck and shoulders, his strong hand squeezing my thighs—it was too much. I managed to turn my head around and eagerly accepted his lips. I tried to tear mine away as he increased his speed, but he refused to let me go.
“I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Simone? If you do that for me, I promise I’ll fill you up just like you want.”
I moaned loudly from the combination of his strokes and his fingers that snuck around front to punishingly rub my clit. “Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I whined, tears springing to my eyes. He rolled us over to our side without missing a beat and tried to fuck my soul out of me. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, drowning out the sounds of my desperate wails and his low groans of pleasure. “Baby, I’m gonna—oh, my God!”
My screams penetrated the air as I convulsed in his arms. “Simone, tell me you want it,” he groaned in my ear as his strokes became sloppier. I was open-mouthed, still riding out my climax, and it seemed like basic human communication escaped me. “Simone, do you want my cum?” he growled.
“Yes!”
“Tell me something nasty, baby.”
Another orgasm crept up on me as he locked me in a headlock. “Daddy, fill my tight pussy with your cum!”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, giving me exactly what I asked for. I lay there in his embrace, boneless and unmoving, as I recovered from my orgasm. “Are you okay?” he asked a few minutes later.
“I-I don’t know. I’m kinda having difficulty hearing out of my right ear,” I confessed, snapping my fingers by my ear.
Anthony laughed into the back of my neck and held me tighter. “Good thing we’ve been teaching Nori ASL.”
I rolled my eyes when we were interrupted by Nori’s cries. “Where’s the baby monitor?”
We untangled ourselves and searched for the missing monitor. “I got it,” Anthony said, picking it off the floor. “Nori, honey. What’s the matter?” he asked through the monitor after unmuting it.
“Daaaaaaaddy!” she wailed.
Anthony and I looked at each other in astonishment.
“Did…did she say—?”
“Daaaaaaaddy!” she sobbed.
The baby monitor shook in Anthony’s hands as he cried. “She finally said it. God, it feels like my birthday,” he joked, wiping away his tears.
“Hurry up. Your daughter is calling for you,” I urged.