“I love the way you make me feel when you touch me down there.”
His hand presses against me again, rubbing hard on the outer labia. It somehow feels even better than direct stimulation of my clit. His other hand presses down on my lower abdomen, which increases the pleasure.
“Oh, god,” I moan. Instinctively I feel my tits up. Each touch sends electricity coursing through my body. It makes my teeth chatter.
Then he pulls away, teasing me yet again. “You have to stop doing that,” I whine, writing against the seat. He pulls on the low neck of the dress and reveals my breasts. I look over at Javier who is doing his best not to watch us.
Joe's mouth sucks in my right nipple while his hand works on the other one. Both are hard and sensitive. I love my breasts being played with, the sensation of his tongue pressing against me. It's gentle and rough all at once.
I watch as his head dips down and he presses his face into my cleavage. He breathes in my aroma, his hands squeezing my breasts against his face. His mouth opens, and he licks the skin between my breasts as he looks up at me. The itch between my legs is getting worse. I squeeze my thighs together to give myself some release.
“Why are you wiggling?” He asks. “Is it because you want to be touched? Here, maybe?” Joe presses against my mound once, then slips his hand under my panties. A finger dares me to wiggle as it stands against my hole. “Or maybe here?”
“Oh god,” I moan, pushing my hair out of my face. “Anyway, just don't stop this time! You're driving me crazy!”
He sticks his finger into me, the rough pad of it turned up towards the car's ceiling. It wriggles against my insides.
“Oooh, yes, that's the spot!”
He pulls his finger almost to the exit, then pushes it back in. It grazes, ever so gently, against a wonderful spot that sends warmth throughout my body. Joe wriggles the finger some more, teasing me. As if in desperation, I open my legs wide for him. I gasp in response to his movements, each wiggle sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. My cunt clamps down on his finger, then loosens, then repeats. He lets a second finger enter me, then a third.
His hand moves faster now, pumping in and out of me. I spread my legs wider. My wetness is starting to drip down my thigh. Before it can touch his seats, Joe leans down and licks it up. Having his tongue against my thighs is such a turn on that I gasp from that alone. I try to stay quiet but each moan comes out as a little yelp, a sharp “Oh”!
My thighs begin to shake and I know I'm sure to orgasm soon. I grab Joe's hair and shove his face into my cunt so that he can lick me while he finger fucks me. I'm not sure where that came from, but his hot tongue pressed against my clit sends me over the edge and I feel a warm rush over my whole body. I scream and shake and hold on tight to Joe's beautiful hair as I orgasm hard.
“That was beautiful,” he says. “You look beautiful when you finally relax. It's all that worry that makes your life harder than it needs to be. Ah, here we are.”
I push myself up from the seats, blushing so hard that I look like I might explode into a million pieces. After adjusting my dress, I look out the window and notice the restaurant we're nearing. It's more like a modern castle, its walls covered in vines and flowers and I think even some vegetables.
That suspicion is proven correct when, as Joe and I pass the wall, he grabs two tomatoes and a cucumber. “Here, hold onto these for a second.” Handing me the tomatoes, Joe takes the cucumber in both hands and snaps it. Its cool juice splashes up into the air. I laugh, and take one half as he hands it to me before he bites into the other half.
“What are these for?” I ask, slipping one arm through his and holding the produce in the other hand.
“Our salad. That's the really cool thing about this place- when I bought it I made sure that it had its own garden. The front is free for the public to pick from, and the back is mostly for the restaurant. What doesn't get used is donated.”
“You own this place?”
“Yes, it's one of my first ventures when I was just out of college. My dad was pushing me to make my first investment, and I was really into the environment back then. I went to a liberal college, so it's to be expected.”
I giggle lightly and nod. Ever since that amazing orgasm, I've been completely intoxicated by this handsome man. I always dreamed of being swept off my feet by someone, and that's exactly with this Joe is doing. Still, I can't help but feel... strange. Out of place. I've never been wealthy, and I've never been pampered by anyone. Plus, I'm getting one thousand dollars at the end of the night, just for going out on this date.
Wait. Does that make me a whore? Being paid for a date? By the time we reach the front desk of the beautiful building, make face is blooming with heat.
“Why are you blushing?” Joe asks, glancing down at me.
“D-don't worry about it!”
A subtle frown gathers on his forehead, but he doesn't make a fuss over being yelled at. I turn my head and focus on the flowers growing outside the window. Their purple hue glows under the lights outside. Looking at them helps me to calm down and stop beating myself up over the possibility of being a whore.
I know I'm not a whore. I'm being paid for my time, not for sex. Right? The sex was natural, not in exchange for payment. I'm not a whore!
“Ah- you're squeezing my arm too hard!”
I look and then gasp in distress, pulling away. “I'm sorry! I just got caught up in my thoughts.”
“It's okay. Let's go sit down and have some wine. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
I gulp and jerk a short nod.
The main room of the building is empty, the lights dimmed. Every surface seems to sparkle as if gold were hidden in the wood. The room doesn't have a specific smell, except for maybe the smell of steak coming from the kitchen.
“It's beautiful,” I breathe, my eyes wide as I look around. “I can't believe it's so empty!”
“Ah, that's because I asked them to reserve the space for me today. I have a confession, actually. Would you sit down with me and have a chat?”
Joe helps me into a comfortable wooden chair, its material carves into ornate shapes on the back. Then he sits across from me, and with one motion of his hand we both have a glass of red wine in front of us.
“Melissa, I thought you might like to know that I actually planned all of this. Of course, I had no way of knowing that you might accept my invitation, but I'm glad you did. You should take a sip of wine.”
He watches me, waiting for me to do as he asks. My stomach is tied up in painful knots, but I take a sip and it helps. Still, some instinct within me is telling me to run, now. I don't want to know what his plan is.
“Good. Now, I don't quite know how to ask you this, so it's best to come right out and say it. My father died only a few months ago. He and my younger brother both committed suicide the same day. At least, that's what the police say.” His eyes lower, his thick eyelashes shading his face. “In my father's will, he left me everything. Billions of dollars. But there's one thing I have no access to, which is his library.”
“Why?” I ask, suddenly on the edge of my seat. I love a good mystery.
“I don't know. All I know is that I have to meet a certain condition before I can have access to the library and all the documents within it. His computer, his books, his files on his businesses... everything regarding the last ten years of his life is in that room. I need to get in there.”
I sit and think, nodding slowly. “I think I get it. So, what's the condition?”
“Well, that's where you come in. Melissa... I need to be married and have a child.”
I scoot back in my chair, my hair falling into my face. “What's that got to do with me?!”
“I was thinking-”
“Oh no, I'm not having another kid! One is enough, Amanda is a handful and I can barely pay for her needs!”
“No, listen to me. I'm not asking you to have another child, I had my lawyers look over the will. You're a
loophole. I could marry a single mom. And if you agree to this, you and Amanda could have everything in the world. Anything you desire! She could go to a private school, have all the best clothes, and one day she could be a doctor! Or hell, she could be the President!”
I clutch my hand to my chest, leaning over with wide eyes. What am I supposed to do? This is impossible! I can't marry this random guy just so he can get into his dad's library!
But then again, I can't refuse either. Amanda could be something amazing, if given the opportunity. She would never have to go hungry again.
My stomach is well and truly aching now. I grab the wine and down it, all the way, hoping for some relief of the anxiety and pain, but it does nothing but make me dizzy. I start to hyperventilate.
“You have to calm down. Think of the possibilities, Melissa. Think of the benefits.”
“Shut up! Let me think!” I scream, slamming my hand onto the table. It hurts, but that pain temporarily numbs the stabbing and clenching in my stomach. “Can I have some time to think?”
“Unfortunately, you must decide now. We have to be married by tomorrow. The will has a time limit, and if I don't claim the library within 48 hours, I can never have it.”
That's it, then. I have to say no. There's no way I can say yes to marriage with less than a day to decide. What kind of message will I be sending Amanda, if I accept this?
Then an image of Amanda flashes before my eyes. Not as she is now, but as she might be ten years from now. Two versions of her. One thin, malnourished, working as a waitress much like I am. The other, beautiful and radiant. Tall and taken care of, maybe married. Or maybe working in her dream job, made possible through college without loans.
That vision makes the decision for me. I will sacrifice myself, my morals, for the sake of my daughter. Setting my jaw, I nod. “I'll do it. But I need my mother to be taken care of, as well. She owes so much on the house still, and-”
“Say no more. I'll do as my fiance wishes.”
And then he's on the floor before me, on one knee. As he has all day, he moves quickly to pull out a diamond ring. It's not huge, but I don't prefer overt displays of wealth anyway. The center stone is slightly pink, not totally clear.
“I have one question, before I put that on. Why did you choose me?”
Joe bows his head, thinking for a moment. “I've always watched you, from afar. I have always been impressed with how hard you work when I bring my dates to your old job. And with how beautiful you are, beneath the grime of your job.”
My face burns three shades of pink. How foolish I must look, being so taken by a man who bought my hand. Still, I think I can make this work. Maybe, one day, we could be married for real. Maybe, one day...
“Melissa, will you marry me?”
I nod my head, and allow him to place the ring on my finger. I admire it for a second, and finally whisper, “I will.”
Make Me A Mommy!
Impregnation Romance
Selena Savage
"Come on, Babe. It's time to go!"
Melody checked her hair one more time. They'd been married for almost a month now, and she was finally going out on a date again. Everything had been a blur. The move was still wearing on them both, even now that they had most of the boxes unpacked. The fair coming to town had been the perfect distraction, a way to get the both of them together and out of the house.
But she hadn't realized how much it would feel like a date, even after all the time that they'd been dating through high school, and when they'd met again after college. Not too many couples date twice, do they, Melody mused. But they had, and it had felt great both times. Two years later, they had said their vows, taken a quick honeymoon in Boca, and moved into an apartment in Cleveland that didn't feel too cramped.
The gentle knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie. "Mel? Everything okay?"
"Oh, sorry. I didn't…I lost my train of thought. Just thinking about the past couple weeks."
"It's been busy, I know. But we've got this."
Melody pressed her face into the crook of her husband's neck and breathed in his scent. He smelled good. Like a man should, she thought. A few more seconds of comfort, she thought, and then she'd be ready. Victor gave her all the time she needed.
Melody pulled back and flashed a smile, grabbing her purse as she walked through the door.
"Waiting on you," she teased as Victor came up behind.
The drive was short, but she wanted to be there now. Whatever made her so excited, she couldn't put her finger on. It was just a fair, and she'd been to dozens. But it seemed like this one was special somehow. Their first fair together, as man and wife. Melody liked the sound of that. Husband and wife. Mr and Mrs Franklin.
The fair was quiet, but it was a Thursday afternoon. Friday was the real day to go—but the quiet was what they had been hoping for. They could've waited if they wanted a crowd, but they had both agreed that some downtime would be great—rather than having to deal with a totally different form of stress.
As Victor paid for their tickets, Melody couldn't help looking around, trying to figure out what she was going to do next. The Ferris wheel had always been her favorite, and she knew that Victor liked the fast rides. Matterhorn, or whatever they were calling it here. She smiled. As Victor came up with tickets, fitting an armband around her wrist, she told him her plans.
"So…let me see if I get it. You want to do…" He made an exaggerated show of thinking, "the Ferris wheel," he counted a finger. "The Ferris wheel again," he counted another, "then the Ferris wheel?" He nodded. "I got you."
"That's no fair," Melody moaned, "I only wanted to go on it three times, or five times. Four times isn't right."
"How could I have been so foolish, I'm sorry. Only three or five, of course. Four would have been the height of folly."
"That's right," Melody said, with a mockingly judicious attitude.
As she said it, they came up to the Ferris wheel, showed their wrist-bands to the attendant, and waited to be guided onto a car. Melody always liked it here, at fairs, and she liked it best on the Ferris wheel. At first, because you can see for so far—but then, because she realized that she always thought best high up, able to see for miles in every direction. It was only too bad she couldn't have lived in a tent on top of a mountain.
They crawled in; the cars in this wheel weren't designed for two sides, just a couple, and perhaps a child between them. The thought sparked Melody, not for the first time in the past months. Even in the lead-up to the wedding she'd been thinking about kids, trying to drop little hints as best she could that she was more than looking forward to it, if you please.
She wasn't sure if Victor didn't feel ready, or hadn't picked up on her hints, but she knew just how she was going to force the issue. It wasn't even going to be that hard. They rarely used condoms; he pulled out, and he was pretty good about it.
All she had to do was get on top, and when he started in with the ol' "babe, I'm about to cum," she'd push down. He'd get her off of him if he really wanted to, she knew. He was strong, and she wasn't weak either, but there are limits to what a small woman can do. The plan made good sense, and it would be easy. He loved her on top.
The carnival was a terrible idea, she thought. Now all she could think about were children, the kids that she and Victor would have. The thought of having kids, all of a sudden, made her think more still. But this time it wasn't with her head any more.
No, the thought of kids, sitting with her body pressed against Victor's in the tight cabin—now she was thinking about making them. She leaned over and pressed a kiss against Victor's neck. He cocked his head away, giving her more room to play with, and she kissed another spot, closer to his adam's apple.
"Now, now, babe. Everyone's gonna see, don't be gettin' too crazy."
The cage wasn't big enough, either. Not for what she wanted. Melody forced herself back down, wrapping her arms around his elbow.
They got down and walked around a li
ttle bit, seeing what they had on offer. They took a turn on the teacups, went on another thrill ride or two that made her a little woozy, and started towards the row of stalls that made up the games and attractions.
And then, all of a sudden, Melody realized that her baby plan was foolish. Immature. She hadn't been thinking—this was the right plan.
"Hey, Vic, you see those milk bottles over there?"
"Yeah,"
She tried to make her face as neutral as possible; it wouldn't do to have him catching on before the trap was sprung. "You think I could knock 'em down?"
"Honey, you know a lot of these places cheat, right? Glue the bottles down and stuff."
"No, I bet you I could do it."
"Bet me what?"
"I dunno. Five bucks?" She allowed herself the smallest smile. She was looking into the sun; he wouldn't think she was doing anything but squinting, she hoped.
"Okay, then. Five bucks it is." He peeled a few one dollar bills out of his pocket and signaled the attendant. A young man, college-aged, wandered over and explained the whole arrangement. Three throws for two dollars, if you knock the bottles down you get a prize from this wall. Of course, no explanation of how to get the giant stuffed animals on display.
Victor picked up the balls and cradled them all in a pile, then handed one over to his wife. She pulled back and threw, overhand. And, she knew, she threw it like a girl. Missed by a mile. She'd never knock down the jugs, not even if the game was completely fair. But that wasn't the point.
"No, you have to hit the bottles," Victor teased.
Melody set her jaw and focused. Another overhand throw, like a girl. This time she made a dramatic windup, though. Missed again, and not near hard enough. Again.
"You sure about this? We can call off the bet."
Melody took in a deep breath and snorted in what she hoped seemed like frustration. "No, I can do this!"
"You’re sure?"
She used her angry voice. Had to be sure the play would work. "Fine, you want to raise the stakes? If you’re not too scared, that is."
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