Shattered Promises: His Secret Baby

Chapter 1: Drunken Desires The bass from the speakers thumped through the sprawling beach house like a second heartbeat. It was the senior year final celebration — months of exams, all-nighters, and stress finally behind them. Red Solo cups littered every surface, and laughter mixed with the crash of waves outside. Elena swayed her hips to the music, feeling the alcohol warm in her blood. Her short dress clung to her curves, the hem riding up just enough to draw hungry eyes. Marcus Voss had been watching her all night. They’d flirted for weeks in their shared literature class, but tonight felt different. She caught his gaze across the crowded room and crooked a finger, pulling him into the fray. “Dance with me,” she slurred playfully, her cheeks flushed from the tequila. She pressed close, grinding against him without shame, her body already buzzing. “You’re drunk, Elena,” he murmured against her ear, hands settling on her waist to steady her. “Tipsy,” she corrected with a giggle, tilting her head back. “And horny. Big difference.” Her fingers traced down the front of his shirt. The heat between them had been building for hours. “I want you,” she confessed boldly, pushing him back against the railing. Her kiss was sloppy, eager, tasting like tequila and pure want. Marcus groaned into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed down to squeeze her ass. Everything felt amplified, the roughness of his stubble, the hard press of his c**k against her thigh. “We shouldn’t do this here,” he said, but his body betrayed him, hips rocking forward. “Then take me somewhere.” Her voice came out husky and demanding. He half-carried her to his car, her laughter ringing out as she fumbled with his belt in the passenger seat the whole ride. By the time they stumbled into the luxurious ocean-view suite, Elena was giggling and dizzy, the alcohol making her bold and completely uninhibited. Marcus kicked the door shut, his hands already sliding up her thighs. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, voice thick with lust. Elena smirked, swaying slightly as she peeled off her dress in one smooth, drunken motion. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace panties and strappy heels. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, n*****s already tight. “Good. I want you desperate for me.” Marcus closed the distance fast, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tasted like sin and celebration. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her sensitive peaks until she moaned loudly, the sound unrestrained thanks to the tequila. “Marcus… touch me everywhere.” He backed her toward the bed and laid her down gently, even as fire burned in his veins. Elena’s head spun pleasantly as she watched him strip, revealing his toned body and thick, veiny c**k already rock hard. She licked her lips. “Come here.” Instead, he knelt between her spread legs, kissing up her inner thighs. The anticipation made her squirm. When his tongue finally flicked over her lace-covered p***y, she cried out, fingers tangling tight in his hair. He pulled the panties aside and dove in — long, slow licks along her slick folds, sucking her swollen c**t while two fingers eased inside her tight heat. “f**k, you’re so wet,” he murmured against her. Elena’s hips bucked drunkenly, chasing the pleasure. The room tilted, but every sensation stayed sharp: his mouth devouring her, fingers curling just right. She was soaked, her juices coating his chin as he worked her relentlessly. “Don’t stop… oh god, I’m close!” she gasped, voice slurred and breathy. The orgasm crashed over her like the waves outside, her thighs clamping around his head as she trembled and moaned. Marcus didn’t give her time to recover. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. Elena arched her back, drunk and eager, pushing her ass toward him. “f**k me, Marcus. Hard.” He rubbed his thick c**k along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance. “Beg for it, baby.” “Please… I need your c**k inside me. Fill me up.” Her words were raw, the alcohol stripping away any filter. He thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Elena screamed in pleasure, the fullness almost too much. He was big, stretching her perfectly. Marcus started slow, savoring how her p***y clenched around him, but his pace quickly turned punishing. His hips slapped against her ass with every thrust, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her c**t. “Yes! Just like that,” she panted, pushing back to meet him. The bed creaked under them. Sweat glistened on their skin. He smacked her ass lightly, the sting sending sparks through her drunk haze. Elena’s second orgasm built fast. “c*m for me again,” he commanded, pounding deeper. She shattered with a loud cry, her walls pulsing around his c**k, milking him hard. Marcus pulled out, flipping her onto her back. He wanted to see her face. Elena’s eyes were glassy with lust and liquor as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half. He drove back in, hitting even deeper. Their bodies slapped together rhythmically, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. “You feel so f*****g good,” he groaned, leaning down to suck on her n****e. Elena’s hands clawed at his back, leaving marks. The pleasure kept coming, wave after wave. She came a third time, squirting slightly as her body convulsed, soaking the sheets. “Inside me,” she begged, drunk and desperate. “c*m inside me, Marcus.” He couldn’t hold back. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself fully and exploded, thick ropes of hot c*m flooding her p***y. They stayed locked together, panting, his forehead pressed to hers. After a moment, he rolled off and pulled her into his arms. Elena nestled against his chest, still tipsy and glowing. “That was… incredible,” she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his skin. The ocean breeze drifted through the open balcony door, cooling their heated bodies. But the night was young. Elena’s hand drifted lower, stroking his softening c**k back to life. “Shower?” she suggested with a mischievous, drunken smile. “I want round two against the glass where we can see the beach.” Marcus chuckled, kissing her deeply. “You’re insatiable even when drunk.” They stumbled to the luxurious bathroom, steam quickly filling the space. Under the hot spray, Elena dropped to her knees again, taking him into her mouth with sloppy enthusiasm. Water cascaded over her hair as she sucked and licked, her hand working the base until he was rock hard once more. He pulled her up, pressing her against the cool glass wall overlooking the dark ocean. From behind, he entered her again, slower this time, savoring every inch. Elena’s moans echoed off the tiles as he f****d her steadily, one hand rubbing her c**t, the other pinching her n*****s. The contrast of the cool glass on her breasts and his hot body behind her drove her wild. She came again, softer this time, a rolling wave that left her shaking. Marcus followed soon after, filling her for the second time that night.