Using Baby Daddy For Revenge

The morning sun’s rays warmed Melissa’s face, waking her up. As she opened her eyes, she hoped to find the familiar face watching her. Lying on the bed next to her. Anxious, she scanned the room but realized he had not come.

Mark always woke her up whenever they slept in Tommy’s room. Teasing her every time but not today.

She got up feeling disappointed. Changed into a two piece bikini from the closet and went to the beach.

When the sun got too hot, she went back to the house. Noticing that Mark was not up yet, she went to the kitchen and made some egg sandwiches for breakfast. Curious as to why he was not up, she reluctantly went to the room to check on him.

She persistently knocked at the door but got no response.

With a heavy sigh, she leaned her forehead on the door wondering where he had disappeared to.

“Morning sunshine.” He whispered in her ear, making her jump.

“Aah!” Melissa screamed, placing her hand on her chest.

“You startled me. I thought you were in the room sleeping.” She stated pointing at the closed door she was leaning on.

“I was in the other room changing my clothes.” He stood before her shirtless with a white short that reached his knees. As he sandwiched her between his bare chest and the door his pupils dilated.

She was wearing a bikini that made her chest look fuller and her curvaceous figure more pronounced under the flimsy sarong she had tied around her waist making him salivate.

With him dangerously close, she placed her hands on his chest trying to push him off. As her palm made contact with his rippling muscles, a bolt of lightning ran down her spine making her shiver. Involuntarily she ran her tongue to moisturize her dry lips.

Gazing from his broad lips, her eyes stopped staring into his, losing herself in them as she anxiously anticipated his next move.

Subconsciously biting her lower lip, she ran her hands along his hot chest feeling his strong well defined abdominal muscles. Her heart rate was so high she swore he could hear its rhythm.

Closing her eyes, she moved from the door closer to him. Her lips slightly parted invitingly.

Seeing her intoxicated with desire, made his heart beat wildly.

Looking at her red shining glossy lips, made his lower body hurt as he restrained himself from taking her there and then.

Drawing her closer, his lip corners pulled up with wrinkles around his eyes as he leaned his face close to hers.

He had been waiting for her to give in for weeks. All night he waited but now as she stood before him ready for the taking, he decided to let her wait a little longer.

“I smell some egg, did you make breakfast?” With raised eyebrows he inquired, making her open her eyes as she moved back, dropping her hands. Sniffing around he turned heading down the stairs leaving dismayed Melissa still leaning at the door with her mouth pinched shut. “Coming?” He stopped turning to ask her.

She walked past him heading to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of juice, not sparing him a glance.

At dawn, he had fallen asleep failing to make breakfast for her as he had planned, so he would woo her socks off. Sitting across from her, he loved how her mouth quirks in annoyance avoiding eye contact when upset, he had intentionally teased her just now to rattle her more so stopping himself from what he was about to do.

He needed her to accept their relationship before moving further which was becoming hard especially when she wore a sexy bikini leaking sauce from her lips like she was. Using his thumb moving closer he wiped the corner of her mouth that her tongue had missed.

Following the sweet spicy taste and the intoxication from his male hormones, Melissa sucked on his thumb. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the spicy taste not realizing what she was doing to him.

Getting from his chair, he picked her up. Placing her on the kitchen island, he sealed their lips hungrily.

Putting her arms and legs around his body for support he carried her up to the bedroom ravishing her lips and running kisses along her neck.

Not letting herself think or question what was happening, she moaned as their bodies joined into one. With her eyes closed she giggled as he pampered and lovingly caressed her like the great lover god he was.

Kissing from her earlobe to her neck, he fondled her breast as he drove his hard cock inside her hot tight wet pussy.

Her hands around his neck and her legs locking him in she listened to his deep rhythmic grunts. With every thrust, she felt her body fry high. higher past the clouds making her climax over and over until their sweat drenched bodies were too tired to move.

Her eyes half open, she felt the water cool her body as he sat her in the bathtub. Sitting behind her he ran a soapy cloth down her fore arm as he washed them both.

Later when she woke up, she was lying on his chest feeling contented.

With the windows open and the breeze moving the curtain back and forth Melissa watched the orange light turn red as the sun dived into the sea. With a smile on his face, Mark brushed her hair watching her.

“I love you.” He confessed placing a light kiss in her hair.

“I love you too.” Eyes wide open Melissa covered her face with her hand when she realized she had just confessed her feelings to him for the first time.

Turning her to face him, Mark kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.”

Holding her tight, his hand moved down her body fondling her inner thighs making her crow in pleasure.

Her hands around his neck, she traced his jawbone to his ear flickering behind his earlobe then sucking at it as they fell in ecstasy.

Waking up alone in the dimly lit room, she beamed holding the pillow to her chest. Reflecting on all that had happened, she sniffed Mark’s cologne loving every feel of it.

Getting out of bed, Melissa took a shower to ease her sore muscles before going downstairs to look for him.

As she descended the stairs, she heard movement in the kitchen accompanied by sweet inviting aromas. Leaning on the door, hands folded over her chest, she watched him move around the kitchen briskly. Chopping vegetables while stirring the pot on the fire.

“Mmm… you’re awake.” He said tasting the soup on his palm. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. I didn’t know you could cook so well.” She walked to him tasting the soup from his palm. “Wow, delicious.” She confirmed placing her hands on his chest.

“The soup or my palm?” He teased kissing her neck. “Sit or you will spoil our dinner.” He said groaning as he turn from her to finish his cooking.

“I will set the table.” She suggested opening the kitchen drawer.

“No just sit, I’ll be your chef for the night.” He stopped her, pulling a chair for her to sit on as he poured her a glass of wine. Kissing her on the cheek he went on with his cooking then served the food on a plate for them to share.

The next day was spent on the beach. The whole morning swimming in the cool salty sea water and at times running around carrying her on his back. He took her out to the open sea on his motorboat, teaching her how to dive in this favorite spot he liked to go to when needed to relax. Later that evening he took her to meet the lady who took care of the place when not around before having them flown back to the city.

Spending the two days on the island was like reliving her childhood. Her mother loved the sea and every year on her mother’s birthday, they would celebrate it on the coast.

Feeling the sand grains between her toes, she shut everything out enjoying the time she spent together with Mark. Locking the sweet memories in her heart. Occasionally calling to check on her son, but with her aunt around she felt at ease.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.