The Promise

by River Laurent

  But there is the baby.

  With my heart thundering in my chest, I sit up and, for a moment, indulge in my favorite thing, well, second favorite thing. Watching her. I look at her laid out under me. She looks so damn good. Actually, she looks incredible. Eyes half-shut, mouth open, her sexy little top pulled up to reveal her stomach.

  Maybe I’ll never see her like this ever again.

  Soon her belly will become big and round with our child. Perhaps it will bring stretch marks. Things will change, move, shift. Her body will age, but I will always love her. She is my life. From the first moment, I laid eyes on her all those years ago my young boy’s heart already knew it. All the other women in between…they were nothing. Not because of them, but because of her. I was always waiting for her to come back to me.

  I reach down to kiss the spot an inch-and-half below her bellybutton and she moans softly. She is completely at my mercy. I can do anything I want with her. The idea never fails to tantalizes me. I lean down to gently nibble her earlobe.

  “I’m pregnant, not suddenly made of glass, Brock. I need you to fuck me…like that night in Antigua.” She murmurs the words directly into my ear, and I hear the craving in her voice. Deep in my soul something awakens, responds. She teased me in the restaurant because she wanted me to punish her.

  She turns her head and without warning finds my mouth and bites down on my lip, hard. I welcome the pain, and taste her tongue, as our kiss becomes wild and raw. My need for her is deep, elemental.

  My woman wants Antigua. Antigua, she will have.

  I flip her over. She makes no sound as she buries her face in her folded arms. The sight of her absolute surrender is a thing of beauty. I let my eyes rove over her gorgeously soft skin and her curvy limbs, and her hair splayed out on the pillow while she waits to take every inch of me. It’s almost enough to tip me over the edge. Lifting her by the hips, I slip a pillow under her. Then, I raise her sexy black skirt up to expose her glorious, glorious ass. Moving my palm over the smooth skin, I enjoy the shape and feel of the firm, warm flesh. When I pull apart her ass cheeks to inspect my property. She squirms. One day she will finally understand that I own all this. To check how wet she is, I insert a finger into her pussy. The girl is soaking wet.

  She almost growls in protest when I pull my finger out.

  I smile at the muffled protest, raise my hand, and let it crash down on her creamy flesh. The loud snap fills the room and is hard enough to make her gasp.

  “Want me to stop?” I ask looking at the large red print of my hand on her skin

  “No,” she says from between gritted teeth.

  My hand rises and falls all over those pale cheeks. Again and again, in quick succession, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…until her ass is shaking and glowing like a tropical sunset.

  She whimpers and spreads her thighs, showing me the rear view of her pretty pussy. She knows how aroused I get when I see it from this angle. The lips pink and swollen with excitement. I stare down at her. Mesmerized.

  The scent of her arousal is everywhere. The smell always brings out the animal in me. I move my face until it is an inch from her crimson ass so she can feel my hot breath tickling her pussy. She is so wild for it she wriggles and pushes her pussy against my face.

  I begin to salivate.

  Pressing the tip my tongue between her wet lips I lick all the way up to her clit. My plan is to tease her and just have one little lick, but her taste drives me crazy. Like a starved addict I start devouring her. Slipping my tongue inside her wet heat I lick every inch that I can reach. I palm her pussy and spread it open until she whines from the intensity of my lust. I circle, lick, suck, and bite that sweet clit until she howls with pleasure and release. I welcome her orgasm by lapping up all the sweetness that gushes out of her.

  Watching her slumped, satiated and breathing hard under me, I quickly undress. Power surges through me, as I tell her to spread herself wide again. She immediately opens herself to me, and I shove my throbbing cock into her. She feels so tight and warm. She gasps and begs me not to pull out. I know she loves it when I am very deep inside her. In the beginning, she used to be so tight she couldn’t take all of me, but slowly, I’ve trained her. Now I can bury myself to the hilt.

  She slides her hands around my ass, drawing me closer.

  “Play with yourself,” I command. As soon as her hand disappears under her body to obey, I fuck her with all I have from behind. I see the cream from her pussy spread all along my shaft every time I slide out of her.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she mewls, rolling her hips back and forth, to take me in deep.

  When she pleads with me like this I’m barely able to contain myself. I grab her hips with both my hands as my thrusts become faster and faster, as she gets wetter and wetter. I can already feel my balls tingling as I get closer to coming.

  I carry on slamming into her with such force and speed until there is no resistance. Our bodies are in perfect sync. The whole world outside our bedroom stops existing. There is no one in the universe but me and her.

  “Don’t stop,” she begs. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

  Dani’s moans get louder, and I feel her become tighter around me. Her pussy start pulsing and tightening with the onset of her climax. Suddenly she freezes. Her whole body becomes still except for her pussy which contracts wildly around my cock as if it is milking me for my seed. I close my eyes. I love that she has long orgasms. The way her muscles seize around me drives me crazy.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunt, when I can no longer hold back my own release. I thrust my cock all the way inside of her and my cum shoots out of me. I stay deep in her pussy until I’ve filled her with my cum. Then I gently thrust in and out until I’m ready to slide out of her. Bending over I lick our juices from her pussy. She is still the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

  Her eyes drift shut for a while. Sheis lost in the moment as I am, but she slowly opens them again and meets my gaze steadily. Her lips part, like she is about to speak, but nothing comes out of her mouth. Nothing needs to.

  Silently, she gets to her knees. Cum leaks out of her as she bends her head between my thighs and takes my semi-hard cock inside her warm mouth. With absolute dedication she sucks it, moaning softly to herself with pleasure, until I’m hard again. Rising like a Goddess she shoves me down to the bed, and positioning her entrance over my hard cock, sits on me, burying my shaft all the way inside her sweet pussy. She rides me so hard with long purposeful strokes that her pussy sucks the cum right of out of me. Our climax is earth-shattering. Her mouth forms endless vows as I shoot my cream into her. When it is finally over, she lays her forehead against mine and stares into my eyes.

  “I love you, Brock Garrett,” she whispers.

  I want to tell her how I feel, but I can’t. I love her so much at that moment, words have become inadequate. I can only stare into her eyes wordlessly.

  “You’re supposed to say it back,” she teases.

  My answer is to kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, her throat. Tonight, I am too overwhelmed, but tomorrow I will do the thing I had planned to do at dinner time today. It was a good plan until she stole my thunder by telling me about our baby.

  But tomorrow, I will take her to lunch and ask her to be my wife. She will make a beautiful bride. I can already see her, dressed in white walking up the aisle towards me.

  My Dani. My world. My life.

  THE END

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  Quinn

  “No fucking way, Kevin. No. Flat out, no,” I burst out.

  “Aw…come on, Quinn. You have to help me. I can’t leave her here alone. She’s just a kid. Stella will never send her to me again if she finds out I left her here without adult supervision. It’s partly your fault I have to go anyway,” he cajoled in my ear, his voice slightly muffled. He must have pinned the phone between his shoulder and his ear, to free up his hands so he could pack as he moved around his house.

  I’d have taken the trip myself, but they’d specifically requested Kevin. I left some, uh, broken hearts there, last time I went across, and Kevin and I rightly figured they wouldn’t want to see me again too quickly. Either Kevin went or we could lose a potentially huge investor, and neither of us wanted that.

  Annoyed, I ran my hands through my hair. I felt like an asshole saying no. Having to run off at the last minute to chase a business deal would have been nothing to him if his daughter hadn’t just arrived on a visit from England where she lived with Kevin’s ex. I know it was only one damn week, but I needed the responsibility of taking care of his teenage daughter in my house like I needed a hole in my head. What did I know about taking care of a girl that age?

  “Are you sure there’s no-one else?” I tried with a touch of desperation. “You must have some family around here she could stay with, or-”

  “If I did, she’d be there already,” he interrupted. “Come on, man, Please.”

  I looked out of the tinted windows of my car, and wished I’d ignored his call and let it go to voicemail. Then I could have gone home, poured myself a generous scotch, and enjoyed my night without having this shit poured all over my head. I had plans this evening. A hot date. A sure thing.

  “You know I wouldn’t ask you unless I had no other option,” Kevin added.

  “Well, thanks.” I broke into a reluctant grin. You could always trust Kevin to be straight up real. He was right though. I had zero interest in kids. Babies actually made me break out in a sweat. Whiny, clingy things that need changing. Although, I wasn’t always like that. When Kevin first became a father, we had both just turned twenty, and I kind of enjoyed babysitting for him. Not so much the changing diapers thing, but generally, the sensation of interacting with something so harmless and innocent. Besides real babies, I found out very quickly, were a great babe magnet too. Not as good as a sports car, but still surprisingly impressive.

  “You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said hastily. “You could be accomplished, charming, and an accommodating human being when you want. I know you can handle this no problem.”

  We’d worked together long enough for me to know Kevin didn’t ask for favors when he could fill in the gaps himself. Kevin was one of the good guys and there’s not much I wouldn’t do for him. I drummed my fingers on the window frame and exhaled. “You’re not going to let me get out of this one, are you?”

  “Nope,” he said, sensing victory and pressing his point home. “It’s just for a week, less if I can get everything moving by Wednesday. I just don’t want to dump her on anybody she doesn’t know. She only comes over once a year, and I don’t want it to be a drag for her.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I sighed.

  I knew how dedicated Kevin was to his daughter. He had Madison when he was basically a kid himself, right out of college, at nineteen. She was a mistake, and at first, he was furious with Stella, but the moment he laid eyes on his daughter he fell in love with her. At that time, the two of us were just getting our first business venture off the ground so we used to spend long nights hiding out in our rented apartment working.

  When Stella had to work nights, she would drop the kid off at our place and Kevin would set up a crib in the corner just so he could be close to her. She was a good baby. Hardly ever cried and I grew quite fond of her. Then Stella moved back to London and took Madison with her. It broke Kevin’s heart that he could only see his daughter a couple of times a year. He would fly to London once and Stella would bring her over the other time. Stella would then go off to New York shopping and the kid would stay with us. She was a cheeky little monkey then and she brightened up the place for two weeks.

  Once, when Madison was about six, Kevin was busy so I took her out for a milkshake. Halfway through, she put her shake down and said, “Would it be okay if I came to stay with Dad and you, Uncle Quinn?”

  I was shocked. “What about your poor Mom, kiddo? She’ll be so sad without you.”

  Her big blue eyes filled with tears. “I don’t think my Mom wants me anymore. She’s got a new boyfriend now and she always send me to Auntie Marcie’s house to stay the night. I don’t like Auntie Marcie’s boy.”

  My gut burned for her. How could Stella do that to the poor child? I told Kevin and they fought about it. He wanted to have her back, but she refused. Things changed after that. Stella refused to come to the States anymore. She decided to send Madison as an unaccompanied child traveler, and he had to go and pick her up from the airport. By then the business had taken off big time so Kevin and I decided to find our own digs and I didn’t really see much of her anymore.

  My next memory of her is vague. She must have been twelve or thirteen. Skinny, blonde, steel braces, and so fucking shy she wouldn’t even meet my eyes. She had obviously turned out to be a nice kid, but I didn’t feel the same warmth I’d felt for that sweet child I’d helped to raise, all blonde ringlets and trusting innocence. Or what I had felt when she asked if she could come stay with us. She had become just another kid.

  For one reason or another, I never saw her again. I remember being invited to her sixteenth birthday party, but I ended up not going because of some proposal needed finishing up urgently.

  “You’ll take some time to show her around, right?” Kevin asked. “It doesn’t have to be much, but just…take her to a couple of shows or museums, enough to keep her entertained until I get back.”

  “You know she’s a grown-ass adult, right?” I asked. “She probably doesn’t want some stuffy, old guy following her around museums.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right. Just…just don’t let her get into any trouble.”

  I frowned. I didn’t like the sound of that. “I’ll try, but I know fuck all about policing a young girl. Get back as soon as you can, okay?”

  “You bet I will.”

  “Are you going to drop her off?”

  “I’m running late. Will you swing by and pick her up from here?”

  “When do you have to leave?”

  “An hour.”

  “I’ll be there before that.”

  “Hey, thanks for this, man. I owe you one.”

  I hung up, leaned back against the expensive leather of my car, and sighed.

  Quinn

  By the time I arrived back at my place the Californian sun had begun to set. It glowed like a red ball behind my house, which was set on a hill with an amazing view of the whole city. I parked the car and took the stone steps two at a time. I opened the door, peeled off my jacket and tie, and tossed them over the back of the chair opposite the door.

  The housekeeper had been around that morning and
the place smelt of lemon oil polish. I liked my place. I had spent thousands getting it designed in a minimalist style. It was a style that photographed well and looked slick when it appeared on the front covers of the lifestyle magazines that ran the occasional profile-story of me.

  I switched on the air-con and went to the liquor cabinet. Pouring myself an extra-large scotch I made my way out onto the balcony. The evening air was balmy. I took a sip and let myself linger on my high perch, the buzz of the city noise below seeming far away and irrelevant. This was the moment I loved most in my day. Alone, finally at peace with the world, the office far behind me.

  I allowed my brain to switch off as I watched the restless activity of the streets in the distance. My thoughts returned to Madison. She must be nineteen now. That made me feel outrageously old. How did she get to be so grown-up, and I was still the same asshole I’d been nearly two decades previously?

  I wondered what she would make of me now. Maybe I’d be painfully uncool to her. Maybe I would have that slick-older-man thing going on? Not that I particularly wanted her thinking of me like that.

  Girls of her age were not my thing, no matter what they looked like, or how aggressively they expressed their interest, I wasn’t interested. I had absolutely nothing in common with them. That was probably why I was the only person in the city Kevin could trust her with. He knew I shot for more mature women. Women who didn’t play coy, girlish games. Women who understood the score. They knew what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it.