by Eva Luxe
It was my turn to be vulnerable.
I stood up and started taking my clothes off.
“Whoa! Wait. What are you doing?” he said, putting his hands out to cover me, trying to keep my clothes on.
“It’s okay,” I said, locking eyes with his.
I was fulfilling my own fantasy of undressing for him. Letting him see my naked body because I could tell he liked to look at it with clothes on. And also because, now, he had shown me his, so this was only fair.
He looked at me, searching my eyes with his for a few moments, then let go and stood back.
I completely undressed in front of him. He tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let him.
“Wow,” he said, as the last garment fell to the floor. “You look amazing.”
He turned away slightly, again, as if being respectful of me.
“No, I want you to see this,” I told him, standing on my tip toes so I could reach up and turn his face toward me.
He didn’t resist and he didn’t say anything. He just stared at my naked body. I loved feeling so vulnerable, so exposed, for him, like he had just been for me.
“You think that you’re the only one with flaws? Here, look.”
I grabbed a doughy part of my midsection and turned so that he could see it better.
“Do you see this? All this fat? Do you see these stretch marks? I look like I’ve had a baby already and I haven’t. I’m only nineteen and I already have stretch marks. It’s just nasty, ugly fatness for no reason.”
That got a chuckle out of him.
“No, don’t say that. Seriously. I know you’re trying to make me laugh, but you’re crazy to say there’s anything wrong with you,” he insisted. “You’re beautiful. I think that you are absolutely perfect. Your curves are amazing. And your fiery red hair with the personality to match has intrigued me since the first moment that we met right here.”
The feeling of joy that I felt hearing those words filled me to the brim. No man had ever said such beautiful things about me. I was so moved that all I could do was let the river of tears that I’d been holding in overflow.
He pulled me close to him and hugged him, and I relished in the feeling of being so comforted and appreciated. I guessed that, like him, I had been carrying around the baggage of thinking I was more flawed than I was. And I guess that, like me, he actually loved what he saw.
This was turning out to be a much better deal than I had anticipated. I was already getting a lot out of it, and so was he.
Chapter 19 – Darren
There we stood, two naked bodies, both vulnerable in our own way, but both in fucking pure admiration of the other. And both of us wrapped up together in a much needed embrace. I couldn’t have imagined how good it would feel to let my guard down with her. It was freeing, exhilarating.
Hope stood back up on her tip toes and kissed me softly on the cheek. I looked at her and saw something in her eyes, something that was vaguely familiar, but that I hadn’t seen in so long in the eyes of a woman.
Desire. She wanted me.
I pulled her by her waist over towards me, so that once again we stood with our bodies pressed against each other. Her warm skin felt so soft, like a firm peach ripe for the taking.
I kissed her. Her lips were soft, too. I could hear her moan slightly, making my cock get firmer as I stood there. Her hard nipples pressed against me like beads.
I took a handful of her left breast into my hand and squeezed. I loved how plump but also firm it felt. Her head rolled back and an “ah!” escaped her throat.
I was getting more excited. The blood was beginning to pound in my ears as I thought of all the things that I wanted to do to her.
Turning her around, I brushed her red hair away from her neck and began kissing her softly. She leaned her firm ass into my hardness and started to grind. My cock was so hard it was dying to plunge inside her eager pussy. I just wanted to start thrusting it in and out of her, then and there, but I willed myself to be patient.
I was trying stay calm, but I was losing my will. I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to do this with her.
I tried my best to maintain control and stay in charge, as I looked at her beautiful curves while I ran my hands up and down them. I pinched her nipple and played with it in between my fingers while she moaned.
“Oh my God, Mr. King, this feels so good.”
“Darren,” I told her, although in this instance, I rather liked how she called me “Mr. King.” As her eyelashes fluttered, I relished in the thought that she was completely and totally under my spell.
“Darren, you make my pussy so wet,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.”
I reached down to feel for myself the juices that are flowing out of her. I kissed her full lips more tenderly, loving that she was untouched. Not only was I going to put a baby in her, but I was going to take her for her very first time.
It would be my pleasure. I was getting much more out of this deal than I bargained for.
Chapter 20 – Hope
I thought that Darren and I were going to have sex. For baby making purposes. Just like the contract said.
But, before I knew what was happening, he was moving me towards the wall. He pressed me against the bookshelf, knelt down, leaned me over, and began eating my pussy from the back. I absolutely love it. It was driving me crazy.
His mouth felt so warm and wet. I sucked air between my teeth, trying not to cum all over his tongue yet. I knew that I easily could, though.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing me, taunting me. He sucked on it until I was close to coming, then backed up.
“Darren,” I called out. “This feels so good. Make me cum. Please.”
I was grabbing his hair in my hands and begging him.
“Don’t cum yet,” he commanded, as he stopped licking. “Cum when I tell you to cum.”
“Okay,” I said, hesitantly, not sure if I could control it.
But he was an expert at stopping just when I was close to coming. He would take my clit in his teeth and gnaw on it, building up an electric rush at my nerve endings, then he would suck on it as it became engorged with all the blood rushing to it. Finally, he would pull back just before I came.
Over and over he did this, until I was so close to coming I wasn’t able to handle it. I arched my back and rubbed my exposed pussy all over his face, screaming out, “Oh, Darren, I’m so close. Please let me cum. Please let me cum.”
“You may cum now,” he said, his green eyes looking up at me from in between my legs, an evil grin spreading across his lips as he chomped down on my pussy. “This time, I’ll let you cum, as long as you give me what I want, next.”
“Yes,” I agreed, as he sucked on my clit while fingering my pussy hard and fast.
His mouth and fingers worked their magic as I squeezed his head in between my thighs and came all over his mouth.
“I’m coming!” I called out, panting and yelling, not even caring how I sounded, but just completely letting myself go with him. “You’re making me cum so much. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
I laid my head back, an exhausted mess, but Darren obviously wasn’t ready to let me take a break. He stood up and pulled me up alongside him. I thought he was going to make me go down on him, but once again, he surprised me.
“And now, my pet, I’m going to pop your cherry,” he announced, his voice so low it was nearly a whisper. My heart beat hard in my chest.
He gently pushed his rock hard cock inside my tender, wet pussy. I could feel him stretching me as the head of his cock went inside me. It was a feeling that I’d never felt before and, even though it felt like a lot, it was the most jarring, delicious feeling that I’d ever felt.
It was like he had entered my soul and found a home there.
He paused, but I told him, “Keep going. Please.”
He started nibbling on my neck, as if teasing me all over again.
“Why do you want me to keep going?” h
e asked me, seductively.
“My pussy needs you all the way inside it,” I confessed.
A shiver ran down my spine, as I was telling him exactly how much I needed him. It made me feel so vulnerable and exposed, especially as he took my nipple into his hand and began playing with it, causing me to let out a little involuntary moan. But it also made me feel warm and protected in his strong arms.
“Look into my eyes while you talk to me,” he said.
I turned around and looked at the tattoos on his chest. At his strong pecs and six pack abs. Then I looked up into his eyes as he had commanded.
He reached down and grabbed my ass cheek. Then he swatted it, causing me to jump.
“Ouch,” I said.
“Go back to telling me why you didn’t want me to stop putting my cock inside you,” he said, hitting me again, harder this time, with his open palm on my bare ass check.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, liking the sting now that I was prepared for it. “Keep spanking me.”
“Why?” he asked.
“It makes me so wet.”
He reached his hand around to the front of my pussy and felt the wetness falling out.
“You’re not lying,” he said, rubbing my aching, sore clit in between his fingers. “You take those spankings like a champ. Good girl.”
With his other hand, he hit my ass again, while rubbing my juices around on my clit.
“You were telling me something,” he reminded me. “Don’t stop. That’s a bad girl.”
He spanked me again, so I continued.
“I love when you start filling up my pussy hole, and I need you to do it completely,” I told him. “I need your big cock all the way inside me. Please, Mr. King, please.”
That did the trick. I could tell he liked when I called him that. He thrust his cock all the way inside me, and it hurt when he hit a certain point.
“Ouch,” I cried out, jumping a bit. But he spanked my pussy this time, then held my hips as he shoved his cock even further inside me.
“You said you wanted me all the way inside you, and that’s what you’re getting,” he said.
He pushed his cock in and out of my pussy slowly, like he was relishing every motion. He was looking down at his cock going in and out of me while he grabbed my ass and spread my pussy even further open.
We groaned in unison. I wondered if it felt as amazing to him as it did to me.
He started moving faster and faster until I was holding onto the bookshelf for dear life. I screamed loudly, my screams bouncing off the shelves and ceilings and coming back down to us. He was so excited and took control of my body, pounding my soft pussy for all it was worth.
I screamed his name over and over, unable to believe that anything could feel this good. All I wanted was for him to fuck me forever, and never let me go.
Chapter 21 – Hope
My pussy coated his hard cock with its slippery wetness. It felt like my pussy was dripping more and more with each pump.
“I want to be deeper inside you,” he said, and then pushed until he couldn’t push any deeper. He groaned heavily, and I knew that he was enjoying it as much as I was.
“I’m coming,” I called out, my entire body shaking with pleasure.
He thrust in and out until I was done coming, and then he paused, shaking his head and holding onto my hips as he panted. He slapped my ass once, twice, three times in a row.
“Your ass cheeks are red and welted now,” he announced. “I’m marking them as my own, just like I’m claiming this pussy of yours. It’s mine. Your womb is mine. All of you is mine.”
There was something deep and strong about his voice. A tone that hadn’t been there before. It sounded as if he was experiencing great pleasure but also holding back from letting me know.
I knew that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to cum. He was holding back, to make this last longer. I loved how I made it difficult for him to remain in control. I clearly had the same effect on him that he had on me.
Finally, he took his cock all the way out of me, and I felt empty and aching. He laid me on the bear rug that sat in front of the fireplace.
“I need you,” he said.
The way he said that me told me that he really felt it.
He spread my legs wide open and then my pussy lips too. He stared down at my naked body for a long time, before pinching my clit and then slapping my pussy.
“This pussy is mine,” he declared. “Whether you like it or not.”
Oh, I liked it, all right.
He eased his cock back inside me of me, making my back arch. He felt amazing inside me. He moved his dick around, like he was trying to make a figure eight inside of me. My pussy tightened, gripping him as he slid in and out of me.
Before long, we were both pumping hard, breathlessly. I could feel my pussy beginning to pulsate.
“I’m coming!” I yelled. “I’m coming all over again. You make me cum so much.”
The orgasm washed over me in waves that sent me soaring. I had never felt anything so satisfying.
Then, he was pumping harder again, and my legs were wrapped around him.
“I’m going to cum in you,” he announced. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
“Okay,” I told him, unable to say anything but that. I felt as if I had completely come undone, thanks to him.
I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me, and then warm liquid filling me up.
“I’m coming,” he said, sounding slightly surprised. “I’m coming in your sweet, tight pussy. Here I come.”
Now he just grunted, as he finished spilling his seed inside me. He took his cock out of me and spread my legs wide again, looking at the fruits of his labor.
“There you go,” he said, sounding satisfied. “That should do the trick.”
He sounded almost clinical now, but I could tell it was because he was still trying to hold back his emotions. He was breathing heavy, and so was I.
We had done it. We had had unprotected sex. For my first time ever. We had tried to make a baby. And it was everything I thought it would be, and more.
Chapter 22 – Hope
When it was over, I laid there staring at the ceiling, in complete shock. My body shook for several minutes afterward. Darren caressed my face and hair, letting the waves die down, watching me carefully.
He was so sweet and gentle. I couldn’t believe that anyone would ever see him as a monster.
“That was amazing,” I told him. “But I have to go. My mom’s waiting for me. She’s going to be a bit confused.”
“Yeah,” he admitted, standing up and helping me to my feet.
We began to retrieve our clothes from the floor.
“I hope she takes the news okay,” Darren said. “Your mom has always been very good to me. I hope she understands the situation.”
I looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who could ever understand this situation?” I asked him.
Soon, he was laughing too.
“I know, right? Well, at least I hope she eventually comes to accept it.”
When I got back home, I sat in the car in the driveway for a long time.
How was I going to break the news to my mom about what was happening?
I still didn’t know as I walked into the house. She was standing at the door, waiting for me, a look of concern on her face, but it was also mixed with happiness, which was a huge relief.
“Hope! I’ve got great news!” she called out. “The doctors ran some tests and found out that the reason that I’ve been having so many headaches is due to a deviated septum, which they can easily fix. It looks as though things are starting to get better already.”
Her hopeful smile made me happy and sad all at the same time. I was glad that she was getting better, but wasn’t sure how the news that I was about to give her would affect her.
“What’s wrong?” she said, her smile fading as she read the sadness on my face.
“Mom, w
e need to talk…”
I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, my hands folded neatly in my lap, waiting for her to join me. She slowly walked from the foyer into the living room and sat down.
“Hope, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“It’s not bad, mama,” I said, patting her hand. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to let it out.
“I’m going to go live at Dar… at Mr. King’s house, to be his live-in maid.”
My mother blinked a few times, like she was trying to process what she had just heard. She was surprised, and I couldn’t blame her. It was very surprising news.
“Why? What do you need to do that for? You can be his maid and live here!”
My mother was starting to get upset just by that little piece of news, so I decided that I wouldn’t mention anything about the baby at all. She would not understand and I knew it.
“He just wants me to be there to help him out more. I guess he’s going to be doing more at the house and he wants someone who can live there with him. I told him that I have two younger brothers and about your health, so he doesn’t want to impose on you.”
“But, he’s perfectly fine with imposing on you?” She looked truly angry, and I felt bad that I was coming between her and her best employer. “Hope, you are so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. I never wanted you to get roped into my life like this. I only agreed to let you help temporarily. Now you’re talking about moving in with one my clients? I do not like it at all and I’m not okay with this! Please don’t do this!”
She burst out in tears, sobbing loudly.
“Mom, no, please. Don’t cry! It’s okay. This is only going to be a temporary thing until he finishes with a few of the projects that he’s working on. And you haven’t even heard the best part. He’s going to be sending a payment of $50,000 for my services as soon as I move in.”
Her sobbing slowed to sniffles.
“$50,000? Wow. That’s a lot of money. Why he is being so generous?”
