His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight

Chapter Two - Stephanie

The door to my apartment was barely closed before I was pressed up against it. Ragnar must have been as attracted to me as I was to him, his erection pressing up against my pelvis as we made out like hormone-crazed high-schoolers.

Migrating down my neck to my breasts, he took down the front of my dress, then snapped off my bra in one smooth motion. My nipples were rock hard, and not just because of the sudden breeze on them.

“Oh!” I gasped as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, gently playing with the other.

My panties were drenched, and I needed to be touched down there soon, or I was going to go insane. Ragnar seemed to sense this, continuing on his sojourn down my body, taking my dress down along with him.

Before I knew it, I was only in my panties. I should have been embarrassed. Ordinarily I would have been. Nearly naked in front of a guy I’d just met a couple of hours before. I wasn’t a virgin but I also wasn’t one to go for casual sex usually.

Both were fine decisions, don’t get me wrong, I was just somewhere in the middle. I was too horny to care at that point, though, and Ragnar was so gentle that I had the strong sense I could trust him.

And after all, he hadn’t pushed me into this, either. Going to my place had been my suggestion. Had I wanted to go for coffee, I think he would have been happy to do that, too. But I wanted sex, and he was giving it to me.

There was something about him that drove me mad with desire and I was glad we were getting it on.

I started to tremble as he took down my panties. He was gentle but determined.

Caressing his way back up my bare legs, with my back still pressed up against the door, he took my ankles, one by one, and positioned my legs over his shoulders, resting them so that my knees bent naturally over him and my calves touched his back. I braced automatically against the door, but I knew I was perfectly safe.

Ragnar kept his hands firmly on my hips, holding me steady as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy until I screamed with release and relief.

I wasn’t close to coming yet but had found the sweet contact I’d needed for so long— since first laying eyes on him, to be honest. It was like he was specially designed by nature to turn me on.

Running my fingers though his hair as he pleasured me, I tried to focus on what was happening with my pussy— the pleasure that I’d been denied, and denied myself, by not having casual sex and not thinking I’d miss it.

How wrong could a person be. I’d missed it desperately and sweet Ragnar was finally giving me what I had so long craved, in a new and inventive way.

He was so tall that my feet, let alone my ass, were nowhere near the ground. My head was up about halfway up the door, near the ceiling, and my feet dangled down near his lower back.

I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming and alerting the neighbors. It wasn’t really their business, but reputations took years to build and seconds to destroy.

Ragnar lifted me from his shoulders, slowly lowering me to his waist, where I clung myself to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as I recovered, the bonding hormones very much doing their work.

But soon I remembered his poor cock as it pressed against me through his jeans. He had been so patient, pleasuring me first, and I needed to return the favor.

Sliding down off him and sinking to my knees, I pawed desperately at his belt, trying to get it off. My equilibrium was still off from the orgasmic rush, and I wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it.

Ragnar again took over, stripping down to nothing in a flash and letting me see his fantastic body in full.

“Wow!” I wanted to blurt out when my gaze fell on his hard cock.

It was huge. But I managed to keep my surprise to myself.

The heat returned to my cheeks, while still leaving plenty down in my pussy. I felt like a silly schoolgirl seeing her first cock. Though, to be fair, I had never seen a cock quite that big, so my surprise was justified.

Before he could respond, I took him in my mouth as deep as I dared, getting just past the big, throbbing head. I honestly didn’t think suck a cock existed, outside practical jokes and maybe the more niche types of porn. Yet, there it was, in my hands and in my mouth as I sucked him off blissfully.

Any words he might have attempted turned to loud moans of pleasure.

I knew he was getting close, a tension coming into his shaft as I sucked and licked for everything I was worth. Despite my best efforts to swallow all the cum he could deliver, at least a quarter of it ended up distributed between my face, neck, and chest.

Undaunted, Ragnar picked me up as though I weighed nothing— despite the fact that I’m a big girl— and carried me into the bathroom, where he cleaned me up. He was a gentle giant, not to mention clearly blessed by the gods.

When I glanced down, I could see that he was still rock-hard and raring to go. I was stunned by his quick recovery time, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging, so to speak, so I gently stroked his still extremely hard cock as he wiped me up.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Please.”

Taking me by the hand, he got me back to my feet and I guided him to the master bedroom.

Before I could so much as blink, he’d picked me up and lay me down on the bed near the edge of the mattress, my legs spread wide.

“God, you’re hot,” he said. “I love looking at your curves.”

Getting onto his knees, as if he was praying at a holy shrine, Ragnar worked his magic on me once again, licking me until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle the screams of pure joy.

After delivering another huge orgasm, he kissed his way from my pussy up to my neck, getting more or less into position. When things were set, with my knees hooked over his elbows, Ragnar stroked the massive head against my tender pussy, making me moan from his very touch. He was above me but not on top of me, and still at a level where I could look into hie beautiful eyes.

“Fuck!” I screamed as he pushed inside me.

“You okay?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please!” I wailed, no longer caring who heard.

Ragnar honored my wishes, easing his beautiful cock as far as he could inside me, a little more than a third of his full and mighty length, and started to pump.

It filled me with the most transcendent joy, his cock stroking up against my clit and g-spot at the same time, working me up into an earth-shattering orgasm that was bursting behind my eyes in a supernova of white light as Ragnar drove into me.

Slowly withdrawing his cock, he tenderly opened my mouth with his hand and delivered his load there. Unlike last time, he was able to control the flood a lot better, delivering four smaller volleys into my waiting mouth, giving me time to swallow before unleashing another.

I closed my lips around him before Ragnar could pull away. I wasn’t finished with him yet.

I’d never much liked the taste of cum. It was fine, I wasn’t a spitter or anything, but it wasn’t my favorite thing. Ragnar’s, however, was, or at least it was quickly becoming that.

One taste, even if most of it ended up on me, was enough to make me want more. I needed more.

It would be a while before my pussy recovered enough to take his monster cock into it again, so my mouth would have to do. He didn’t seem to mind at all, caressing my cheek and stroking my pussy as I sucked away on his beautiful cock, desperate for another helping of his delicious cum.

The second flood came, Ragnar handling it much the same as before, giving me smaller, more manageable helpings. I liked that. He paid attention, and my comfort and enjoyment were clearly important to him.

By the time I’d swallowed the last load, my pussy had more or less recovered and, without really thinking, I turned over onto my belly and got up on all fours, basically demanding he fuck me from behind.

Taking me from behind like I was a tiny, light-weight ragdoll, Ragnar caressed his cock against my pussy, making me hum with pleasure just from that little bit of contact. There was something about the position that brought my clit more into play.

I was still pretty wet from what had already happened. Just being around him was enough to make me horny, never mind having his huge cock in my mouth.

“Oh!” I moaned as he slid inside me.

“Too deep?”

“No, just right.”

Ragnar took me by the hips and started to rock, pumping his massive cock inside me. His cock slid in just over halfway. It felt like the whole way, but I knew better to risk that. Half was as far as I was likely to get, but that was more than enough.

I made a note to try and ride him; that way I could stop where it was still comfortable, not that he hadn’t been spot on with that himself. He seemed to really know how to handle a woman, and stop right where it felt really good, without crossing the line, which I imagined it would be easy to do, being as big as he was.

Slowly, I started to move with him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock as he fucked me, matching his movements as closely as I could, our bodies falling into a sweet synchronicity.

So caught up in the wonderful rhythm was I, it passed my notice that he was about to cum. Fortunately, Ragnar was more on top of things, and had me on my back and his load in my mouth in the nick of time, cupping my pussy to maintain contact as I swallowed his delicious gift.

My consciousness was slipping, the sheer exertion of our passionate lovemaking putting me on the edge of an early sleep.

That was what it felt like though— lovemaking, not just a casual fuck with a stranger. Despite the suddenness, it was still among the most intimate experiences of my life, the connection between us as undeniable as it was ineffable.

But I was too far gone to ponder that now, and a sweet, dark blanket of sleep slid over me.