Her hand was rubbing her clit frantically as she got closer. I dove in, piercing my tongue into her entrance. Damn, she was everything I’d imagined when I first laid eyes on her and more. Her back bowed and she whimpered nonsensical words. I moved her hands and repositioned my own as I licked up her slit to her swollen nub. I latched onto her clit and thrust two fingers inside her.
Her inner walls gripped my fingers, quivering as she came. I kept up my ministrations until she lay limp. Then I pulled back. “My turn.”
I sounded like a bear staking his claim and maybe I was. I stood and shoved down my boxer briefs and fisted my dick in my hands. Her eyes looked like those of a deer in the middle of the road.
A smug smile curled my lips as she leaned up on her elbows. “I don’t think I can get that in my mouth,” she said.
“Don’t worry, love. Your mouth isn’t what I want to go around it. I need inside you.”
I worked the condom on and moved into position. I coated my dick in her juices before pressing in just a little. She sucked in a breath and so did I. Her hole was tight from climaxing and maybe she was naturally so.
I leaned over and sucked on one of her rosy nipples. Instantly, I felt her grow wetter and her pussy gave way, letting me push in a little more.
“Ohhhh,” she cried out.
What I wanted was for her to call out my name, and she would before the night was over, without my prompting.
I sucked on the opposite nipple and pinched the other between my fingers. Her hips rose and that angle gave me room to slide in deeper.
She panted and a hint of pain furrowed her brow. I backed off some and went for her mouth. I wasn’t the kissing type, usually only during foreplay. It was an intimate thing, and I didn’t want my partners to mistake this for more than a quick fuck. But I wanted to kiss Molly.
I growled before biting her lip and claiming her mouth like I had a right to. I slid one hand between her legs to stoke the fire there. I fucked her mouth with my tongue; I inched my way in and out between her legs. She squirmed but took it until I was finally seated as deep as I could go inside her. When I pulled back, the creases on her face had smoothed out in pleasure.
Her fingernails scored my scalp as she kissed me back in rhythm with her rocking hips.
“Damn, you’re tight.” I growled the words.
She was lost and didn’t respond to that. Instead, she said, “Faster.”
My girl was close, and I aimed to please. I pushed up with one arm so I could watch as I brought her to the edge. I pumped with a frantic tempo, knowing I wouldn’t be able to last, and we had all night.
An image of her belly rounded with my child filled my head, hardening my dick further, surprising me. Normally, thoughts of knocking a woman up sent my dick to hide in my pants. Not this time. The idea of her breasts swelling because she carried my baby had me shooting off.
“I’m going to come,” she said breathily.
Her words and the fisting of her walls around my cock broke my rhythm as I plunged in faster as I came harder than I had my entire life. Spent, I fell atop her until I rolled, taking her with me.
I pulled her further on the bed, tucking her into the crook of my arm. I closed my eyes for a second, giving her a chance to rest before round two.
“Are you going to stay?” she asked.
I grinned down at her. “Love, I’m not done with you yet.”
And I wasn’t. We fucked a few more times before finally giving in to sleep. When I woke, the sun was high. We were on our sides, her back to my chest. My arm was draped around her. I moved to get out of bed quietly, so she didn’t stir. I could leave, but something about the way she’d asked if I was going to stay made me not want to pull a dick move and duck out, or so I told myself.
Instead, after a long piss, I pulled on my briefs and went to her kitchen to hunt for food. On the counter was a stack of papers. I wouldn’t have pried, but the big red stamps of ‘past due’ and ‘final notice’ caught my attention. I lifted that one and the stack was full of them.
The accusing eyes of my minx burned me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I said, setting the bill down.
“You should leave.” Her voice was cold, and I knew I’d fucked up.
I held up a hand. “Wait. Hear me out. I think we could help each other.”
She tilted her head.
I went on. “I know I shouldn’t have looked, but the stack was hard to miss.” Her lips thinned. “I could pay these bills for you and give you some money on top of that if you could do something in return for me.”
Her words were clipped when she spoke. “And what is that?”
She didn’t sound receptive to what I was about to say, and my suggestion would probably earn me a slammed door in my face. “I would take care of you even after—”
“After what?”
“You give me an heir,” I said. Her jaw dropped. “Don’t answer now. Think about it. I need an heir to claim my inheritance. You need your bills paid. It’s a win-win and for us both. You and the child would never want for anything. I swear.”
I headed to her room so she could think about it, then contacted my driver before getting dressed. When I left the room, she was still standing there with a sheet wrapped around her.
“What about the child?” she asked.
I hadn’t thought that far. I’d given up on the idea of having an heir when my admin had made demands of me after I’d slept with her. I’d thought she was a possibility. Instead, she’d turned out to be another gold-digging crazy woman. “Joint custody.”
Surprising me, Molly asked, “When do I have to let you know?”
“Soon,” I said. I pulled a card from my wallet and set it on her counter. She could do her own research and find out that I could back up my claims. I wanted to kiss her but didn’t dare. “My driver will return and take you to pick up your car.”
“No need,” she said.
“Still, I insist. I would have you go with me now except I don’t think you want to be around me right now.”
Then I walked out the door, wondering if I would hear from her again.
Three
Molly
Hugh walked out, leaving me to my turbulent thoughts. His offer was entirely too tempting. If he only knew the real reasons behind my overdue bills, he’d probably rescind his offer and hightail it out of my life. I picked up the stack and flipped through them one by one, cringing. It wasn’t long before I was sobbing. It had been so wonderful to escape for a few hours and enjoy the pleasures of the hot Hugh for a night. Why had he had to ruin it?
Maybe I needed to change my thought process. Maybe he hadn’t ruined it at all. Maybe he’d presented an opportunity of a lifetime. But should I tell him the real reason behind my God-awful debt? What if I did and it sent him running like his boxers were on fire? He was obviously from an affluent family. If they ever found out about my father, they might disown him. Or the child would most likely be disinherited. Who wanted a prison inmate as a blood relation?
Oh, good Lord, what should I do? Daddy hadn’t committed the crime he’d been accused of. I knew he hadn’t. He’d been framed, which was why I was spending all my money trying to get him out of there.
And then there was Mom. Her nursing home bills were astronomical. I’d sold her house and until all the money from that ran out, I couldn’t get her on government assistance. Life was so unfair. Why had that horrible accident happened? She’d been so smart and vivacious. And then she’d had that seizure while she’d been driving, which had caused her to hit that stupid tree. Now her brain damage was so severe, the doctors said she would never recover. And she was only forty-eight years old. Every time I went to visit her, I broke down and cried. It was like visiting an adult baby.
Between Daddy’s legal fees and Mom’s medical bills, I wasn’t left with much to live on. If what Hugh offered was legit, it could be a way for me to get ahead in life. But who was I kidding? It would saddle me wi
th a baby. And babies grew up to be kids. I would be tied down for life. Was I really ready for that kind of commitment?
Then the thought of snuggling a tiny bundle of joy nailed me in the heart and my maternal instincts flared to life. I’d never thought about it before, because frankly, I hadn’t had the time. Only now, with this idea planted in my brain, it began to take root. I could totally see myself pushing around a baby in a stroller, taking her to see her grandmother. Maybe it would bring a spark of light to my mom’s lifeless eyes again.
For the next two days, all I could think of was Hugh and his offer, though I hadn’t glanced at the card he left me, hoping to avoid the temptation to call him. I even imagined I heard a baby crying during one of those nights. I woke up and ran into my living room, checking to see where the sound came from. When I climbed back into my empty bed, the loneliness hit. And not just because Hugh wasn’t there. It was because there wasn’t a baby in the house. I was totally losing it. What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to see a shrink. The last thing I needed was a baby. I could barely take care of myself, along with everyone else on my plate.
When Chloe called, I kept all my feelings bottled up and brought up false cheer. “Hey, chickypoo, what’s going on? I got your text, but then I didn’t hear back. Tell me about this man you met.”
She groaned and I knew it wasn’t good news. “Ryan Witmore is a complete asshole, just like my jerkface boss, Hugh Hampton, the king of dickwads. Anyway, did you meet anyone?”
This was where I should have come clean. Instead, I said, “Uh, er—no one important. Tell me what happened.”
She told a tale that left me blinking. Chloe had had a one-nighter. No, actually, it was a one-weekender. He’d offered her a job after promising she could quit. There had to be more to the story, but I didn’t ask. I felt bad for keeping my secrets from her.
“And I’m currently drowning my anger in a large glass of vino,” she finished.
“Hmm. Looks like you’ve been on one wild rollercoaster ride.”
“You know it,” she said.
Though I didn’t want to tell her my tale, she was my best friend, and I would be there for her. “Want some sorrow-drowning company?”
“Molly, normally I would say yeah, but not tonight. I just want to hang and feel sorry for my own stupid butt for believing such bull. You know what I’m saying?”
I felt bad for being happy she didn’t want company. “I do. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. Oh, you never said if you liked the job though.”
“It has potential. It’s not true copy-editing, but it pays a hell of a lot better.”
“Well, at least you have that.”
“Truth.”
The next day at work, my mind was all over the place. The offer was so outlandish, I hadn’t even called Chloe to tell her. She didn’t know how deep in debt I was. She would never understand why I was even considering his offer.
“Hey, Molly. Did you know you missed the meeting this morning?” Joe asked.
Shit! “Yeah, I, uh, was under the weather and didn’t even think I was going to make it in. But I’m feeling much better.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“What did I miss?” I asked.
“We went over some things on the Martin case. I can bring you up to speed later,” Joe offered.
“Okay, thanks.”
He leaned against my desk and asked, “Hey, that was some party the other night, huh?”
“Uh, I’ll say. That house was unreal.”
“Told you. I’ll let you know when Dillon has another one. Did you…?” He circled his finger in the air.
“Did I what?”
“You know. Hook up with anyone there?”
“None of your business. And I can’t believe you didn’t tell me it was a sex party,” I said, maybe a little too loud. I looked around to see if I’d been overheard.
He laughed. “Oh, that. Tiny detail.”
“That was not a tiny detail, Joe.”
“So? Where’d you go? I lost track of you.”
“I sort of met someone.”
“Ah. I see.” He straightened up and walked away, chuckling some more.
He didn’t see it at all. If he only knew.
The rest of the day my head was still in the baby cloud. Around five, my phone dinged with a text. When I looked at it, I almost dropped the thing like it was a thousand degrees. It was from Hugh.
Any chance you’re free around 7? I’d like an opportunity to persuade you to accept my offer if you’re willing.
Holy shit!
I must’ve been sex-drunk because I didn’t even remember giving the man my phone number. What the heck was I going to tell him? One thing was for sure. I had to give him the down-low on my parents. The worst thing that could happen was he would find out about them after I got knocked up and then where would that leave me? In a complete disaster, that was where. I would be up to my eyeballs in debt with a baby on the way. There was no way I could ever do that to a kid.
I shot him a text back.
I’m free around 7 and I’ll be home. See you then.
At six-thirty, I started pacing. By six forty-five, I had to restrain myself from jogging around my tiny apartment. By the time the knock came on my door, my heart was jumping out of my chest.
I opened the door and grabbed his arm, practically yanking him inside. “Sit down.”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. But you need to sit down.” I clasped my hands together just so I wouldn’t rub them up and down my legs. They were dripping with sweat.
“You don’t look okay. Maybe you need a drink.”
“Uh, yeah. A drink.” I went into the kitchen and poured us both large glasses of Jack. My hand trembled as I handed him his.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Jack.” I took a huge gulp of mine and then coughed as I choked on the burn. I ran my hand across my mouth afterward. It was obvious whiskey wasn’t my beverage of choice.
“I was thinking more about water. You should take it easy on this stuff.”
“Yeah, sure. So lay it on me,” I said.
“Excuse me?”
“You know. Your offer.”
He squinted at me for a moment. Then took another sip of his drink. He was much smarter with the beverage than me. “As I mentioned, I am in need of an heir and…” He stopped and scratched his temple. “You know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Why not?” I took another slug of my drink and sputtered.
“Do you have a drinking problem?” he asked.
“Who, me? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. Look at that glass of yours. It’s almost empty. And you’re sweating. Are you going through withdrawals?”
I fish-mouthed, and then bent over at the waist in laughter. When I was finally able to get a lungful of air, I said, “I hate this stuff. That’s why I’m coughing with every swallow.”
“Why are you guzzling it then?”
“Because I’m nervous!” I shouted.
“Why?”
“Jesus. We’re talking about me being a sperm receptacle, that’s why! And add to that, a baby comes along with it, which happens to be quite a long commitment. Have you even given any thought to that?” Men are such idiots.
I hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud, but I guess I did, because his response told me so.
“Yes, I have given a great deal of thought to that, and for your information, not all men are idiots. I have a very decent plan outlined here, if you will only stop gulping the damn liquor long enough for me to explain it to you.”
“I can do that, but how will we go about getting pregnant? Will it be the natural way?”
He didn’t give me any time to ponder my questions because he stood up in front of me and, before I could say another word, his mouth crashed down on mine and stole the remainder of my thoughts away.
Four
Hugh
The zipper was a problem, and I tore at the one on her dress, needing to get to her skin, leaving the garment in rags. I lowered it past her breasts and had to stop. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.”
My mouth watered as I flicked the snap at the front of her bra. They spilled out into my hands as she worked the bra off her arms. I dipped my head, unable to resist the rosy buds, and sucked them one at a time.
Then I got to my knees. My hands slid around the back to the zipper and drew it down the rest of the way. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her covered in a small triangle of lacy fabric.
I leaned forward, inhaling her scent, and licked the fabric, taking in only hints of the silky skin underneath. It frustrated me, so I reached up and ripped at the string that held it all together. It didn’t make a sound as it snapped and fell to the floor with her dress.
Her quick intake of breath was sexy as hell and I went for what I wanted. “I need your pussy in my mouth,” I said. “Spread your legs and spread them wide.”
She tried and I helped by hiking one leg over my shoulder as her back hit the wall and then the other until she was riding my face. I squeezed her ass while I sucked her clit, only to then let my tongue glide down her slit and probe at her hole, while my finger found the puckered one and played.
“Jesus fuck, you taste good.” I worked a finger in her ass while my tongue fucked her pussy. Her nails scraped my scalp as she found a fistful of my hair to hang onto.
Then she was coming.
“Ride it, baby, ’cause I’m about to ride you hard.” I used one hand to free my cock from the painful confines of my Gucci slacks as she continued to come like there was no end.
When she slumped in my hold, I used both hands to lay her on the ground. Fuck the bed, I needed her now and I kicked off my pants. Good thing I hadn’t bothered with briefs. My patience was gone. Her arms were spread over her head as she tried to come to her senses.
“Now I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.” That was a fucking promise.
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