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Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Baby Daddy by Nelle L'Amour Baby Daddy Author: Nelle L'Amour. “Hi, gorgeous,” I replied with a wink, lying through my teeth. Constance, the buxom blond receptionist was far from gorgeous, but I sure knew how to charm her. Minoring in What a Woman Wants had its benefits. A big smile lit up her face. “Sheila will take you back to Room 2.” “Nah, it’s okay. I know the routine.” Sheila was her recently divorced co-worker with the spray tan and fake boobs. I knew she had a thing for me. Except I didn’t have a thing for her and fooling around with the staff was definitely a no-no. Swinging open the heavy door that led to my destination, I walked down a short corridor, past several administration offices, marveling at how many times I’d walked this path before. I did some mental calculations—I’d frequented this place three times a week regularly for the past four years. So, that was over five hundred times. By now, I could walk to infamous Room 2 with my eyes closed. Room 2 was at the very end of the hallway and when I got there, I cranked open another door. I took in my surroundings. Not a thing had changed from the last time I’d been here two days ago. In fact, nothing had changed since the first time I’d set foot in this room. It was small and sterile, a lot like a doctor’s examining room. Except instead of an exam table, there was a TV, DVD player, a rack of familiar magazines, and a chair covered with a disposable towel and holding jar labeled with my name. Forcing myself to not overthink the fact that hundreds of dudes had gotten off in this room, I bypassed the porn, (at this point, I’ve seen the DVDs a hundred times and leafed through every Hustler), grabbed the specimen jar, and sat down in my wanking throne, ready to get to work. Setting the jar between my legs, I zipped down my fly and freed my dick. I cast my eyes downward and stared at it. It might be eight inches of limpness now, but in a few strokes, it was going to be ten inches of rock-hard, pulsating magnificence. A smile warmed my lips and pride soared in my heart as I curled my fingers around my already swelling length and aimed it at the jar. I should mention some dudes wore goggles they provided just in case they missed, but me, the hockey player, never missed a goal. Call me God’s gift to mankind. Not only was I going to give some childless couple a family, I was going to make the world a better and more beautiful place with my premium genes. Why have an ugly baby when you could have a beautiful one? Seriously, there’s nothing worse than an ugly baby. Remember that Seinfeld episode with the ugly baby? Well, it’s true. You stare at it and cringe, but put on a big smiley face and lie through your teeth, “Oh, what a beautiful child.” Kill me now. These couples deserved better. They were dropping upwards of $40,000 per child, so it sure as hell well be the Rolls Royce of babies. And not a freak. It’s good thing I didn’t have a steady girlfriend. The only downside of this job was that I couldn’t fuck for forty-eight hours prior to reporting for active duty. So, I could only hook up a few nights a week. But don’t feel sorry for me. The amount of action I got totally compensated for my days off. I slid my hand down my long, thick shaft. Man, the lucky kid who got my package. Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more I thought I was doing mankind a huge favor. A big dick gives you confidence; a big hard one gives you power. Those future little Drakesters had a lot to look forward to with great futures ahead of them. Who knew…maybe one would grow up to become President and rule the world. Staring down at my cock, I thought about my first hard-on; I was in fifth grade, ten-years-old. The new girl walked into gym class in her PE outfit, the shorts so short I thought my jeans were going to explode. Then, I thought about the first time I fucked her. Kimmy Sanders. Head cheerleader. The last virgin on the squad. I practically ripped her apart as she cheered us on and then begged for more. I quickly learned size had its benefits. My mind wandered. Who should I think about during today’s session? Jasmine? Amber? Carrie?…yeah, she was good. I loved the way she went down on me the other night with that big mouth of hers, taking me to the hilt. Imagining her soft pillowy lips clamped around my rigid shaft, I began to slide my hand up and down, picking up speed until I was pumping fast and furiously. My eyes squeezed shut, I felt my cock swelling in my palm, the blood rushing to it. In five, four, three, two, one, I had a blast off as I fantasized coming in Carrie’s warm mouth, my load coating her throat. I peeled my eyes open and watched as my jizz dripped down the interior of the jar. Grinning, I screwed on the lid and put it on the shelf where I always did. Baby gravy. My fly still down, I headed over to the sink area where I washed up. Wank, bank, and go. Tonight, I was going out on the town and was going to fuck my brains out. A couple of hundred dollars would come in handy at the high-end club I was planning to go to and plunk down some big bucks. I tucked my spent dick back in my jeans and zipped up my fly. Seriously, jerking off for money was the best damn job in the world. But when I graduated this year, my father had other plans for me in the kids’ biz. It was the most dreaded day of the year. Not Black Friday. Not Valentine’s Day. It was fucking Bring Your Kids to Work Day. The third Wednesday in May. God, I hated this day. It wasn’t even nine o’clock and dozens of kids were flocking the halls of Hanson Entertainment, the animation company founded by my father. My legendary old man, Orson Hanson, loved this day. Kids were after all what made him a multi-millionaire ten times over. Danger Rangers, the series he created when I was eight, was an overnight sensation. The theme song, “Go, Go, Danger Rangers,” became a national anthem among children and stores couldn’t keep the toys in stock. Now in its second decade, the show was still going strong on Peanuts, the children’s television network owned and operated by Conquest Broadcasting. Over the years, our slate of animated series had expanded and included many other hit series. Approaching the ripe old age of sixty-five, my father was looking to retire…sell the business and achieve what he’d always wanted—to become a billionaire and be ranked among the world’s moguls on the Forbes Top 40 list. No matter who he sold the company to, he wanted me to continue to run it. Baby Daddy. I have three cardinal rules: Never mix business with pleasure. Never let a woman spend the night. Never date a woman with kids. Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. I just didn't think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I'm going to get hit up for child support. Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who's looking to acquire his animation company doesn't want a player running a family-oriented business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she's totally off limits. And there's someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can't replace. Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I'm willing to break all the rules. Baby Daddy: A Sexy Standalone Romantic Comedy by Nelle L'Amour ISBN 13: 9781546899976. Baby Daddy: A Sexy Standalone Romantic Comedy. by Nelle L'Amour. Used very good paperback. Show Details. Didn't find what you're looking for? Try adding this search to your want list. Millions of books are added to our site everyday and when we find one that matches your search, we'll send you an e-mail. Best of all, it's free. Are you a frequent reader or book collector? Join the Bibliophile's Club and save 10% on every purchase, every day — up to $25 savings per order! Social Responsibility. Did you know that since 2004, Biblio has used its profits to build 16 public libraries in rural villages of South America? Hang on… we're fetching the requested page.