Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)
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His hands gripped me tight. His body slapped against mine. Perspiration ran down our bodies. We slid together in a pool of lust. Evan pumped harder and harder into my pussy. The sensations swirled in the depths of my stomach. My cauldron of passion simmered to a boil as Evan ravaged me.
He’s just perfection brought to life. I need him.
I pulled the sheets and tensed my body. My pussy clenched hard onto his firm shaft. He threw himself into my pussy, harder and faster.
I was almost there. I could feel it coming. I was beginning to explode. I was a volcano about to erupt, with my core energized like hot, molten lava. The pressure inside finally reached its peak level. Suddenly, like a miracle, it began to wash over me, the orgasmic tidal wave washing me off my feet.
I yelled, breaking the silence. My body readied itself to release into wonderland. Evan was the only one who could take me to that place. His cock drove faster inside me. Sensations flooded throughout my body, and the pit of my stomach warmed. My legs quivered against his waist, and my belly started to wobble. I was nearly there. Perspiration slicked my brow.
Our bodies rammed together. Our pace reached a fever pitch. We thrust ourselves harder against each other, and the fires of passion overcame me. I closed my eyes, and my mouth opened.
I was helplessly in love with him.
I opened my eyes. Evan closed his eyes and tensed his lips. His thrusts shortened, and his muscles clenched. He pushed hard, his body finally releasing deep inside my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his seed unloading into me.
Evan’s body paused, and his head bowed. His spent breath washed across my face. He slid from me exhausted and rolled to my side. He panted as he regained his breath. He was the perfect man in my eyes. Firm and taut in every place. His body was a piece of art.
We laid beside each other. The afternoon sun began to set, and the final rays shone through the window. The resting beams of light lit our bodies as if the heavens above shined down on us.
I nuzzled my head against Evan’s chest and caressed his body with the tips of my fingers. We laid in silence and enjoyed the company of each other’s presence.
I heard a rumble from the bedside table. The sound, the dreaded sound. His phone had received a text message. Evan rolled to reach for it. He read the message and quickly flung his legs from the bed.
“I have to go,” he said. “Something has come up.”
He showered and dressed. He grabbed his cell and keys and walked from the bedroom. The sanctuary we’d just made love in was gone.
I heard him run down the stairs. I jumped from the bed and ran to the window, which looked out over the driveway. Evan jumped into his car. The tires screeched as he shot away from the house. He appeared to be on a mission. Someone had summoned him, and he had responded. Without a word, he’d left me.
I rested my hands on the glass. I stood in the window. My naked body and mind in limbo. My mind needed time to adjust.
Can you accept the fact he might be off to see another client? You would be a total wreck if he was sharing his body and his focus. And this would mean he was not being true to his word. He said you were the only one who mattered, and he has just left you. An empty vessel, like all the others.
Who will benefit from this? Is it for you? Or him? Think about it Piper. Who will be the most satisfied from the situation in the short term? Is it Evan, or you?
I removed my hands from the glass. My prints slowly faded. My mind was alive with thoughts of how he just left.
It makes me sick. He promised me the world, and he broke that promise. How could he do this? I mean, how could he do it to me? All this time. For such a long time, you’ve waited. Ten long, lonely years.
I imagined him with another woman, his heaving body thrusting deep inside her. Her cries of passion and pleasure filling his hotel suite. It was too much. I had to forget it. It made me feel sick.
Chapter 25
Evan
The married couple had finally returned. I was surprised they’d come back after all this time, but here they were.
“We’ve had time to think over everything,” the husband said. “And we have finally decided to go ahead with it.”
“Why did it take you so long to decide?” I asked.
“It was the wife,” he said. “She was unsure, but now she’s on board with the idea.”
I pretended to agree with the husband, even though I doubted his explanation. The last time we’d met, his wife flirted with me heavily. She had spread her legs, and I could already see she had not worn any panties for the meeting.
Now, she wore a super low-cut top, and she thrusted her tits in my direction as much as possible.
“So, are you going to have me?” the wife asked, seductively.
“I have to consider everything first,” I said.
“I look forward to it,” she said, biting her lip.
“I have not agreed, yet,” I said, firmly.
“Just look at her,” the husband butted in. “She’s totally on board.”
“That may be the case, but it’s not as simple as that,” I said.
“She’s super-hot and will do anything you ask,” the husband said, excitedly.
“This is not a game, you know? This is a serious business.”
I got the feeling they weren’t genuinely interested in having a baby. It sounded like the wife just wanted a good fuck. As much as I’d like to do just that, it was not what the Baby Maker was all about.
Last time, they’d asked if the husband could be there, and this red-flagged it for me. I had been played before, and this conversation was heading in the same direction. No matter how much money they offered, it didn’t matter. The Baby Maker was not about having a super-duper threesome and seeing how much come could ooze from his wife. All while they both got off on the idea. Some guys had fetishes about seeing their wives fucked by other men.
There was another problem, too. So far in this meeting, they hadn’t once mentioned getting pregnant or having children. That was red flag number two. The whole thing was supposed to be about becoming pregnant. It was more than having exclusive, triple x fun.
I also noticed the husband had been pushing and pulling slightly at his wife. It was as if he was dominating her out in public. I could read him like a book, and these small gestures were just a reminder of who was boss.
It actually sickened me that men could look at women this way. Using them to fill their own urges rather than please the woman. And to think he could waltz into my domain and play me for a fool by flaunting his wife. Fuck, I could guarantee that his plan for his submissive wife to fuck me was not going to happen any time soon.
“I don’t think I can actually help you,” I said.
The husband got angrier everytime I refused them. “I’m sure we can change your mind,” he said. “Watch this!”
He pulled on his wife’s arm, signaling for her to show herself to me. She went way over the top. The woman stood and pulled her black hair from the bun. It fell all the way down her back.
She stood in front of me and ran her hands over her hips. She took hold of her top and raised it over her shoulders. Her purple bra could barely contain her huge breasts. Her long manicured nails fumbled with the clasp of her bra, she let it slip, and she caressed her dark nipples. She took one breast in her hand and raised her nipple to her mouth. Her tongue teased herself, and her nipples budded as I watched.
It was like watching live porn.
She squeezed her tits together and pouted at me with her full lips. Her tongue glided over the hi-gloss lipstick she wore. The seductive wife bit her lip, and she slowly pulled her zipper at the side of her skirt. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped free.
She has a super curvy body. Very fucking nice, but no thank you. This is not what I’m here for.
The wife gyrated her hips. She had a faint strip of pubic hair rather than being bald all over. She turned away from me and bent over. She looked behind at me. I could see her pu
ssy gripped tight between her legs and her huge tits that now hung toward the floor.
“So, what do you think?” the husband asked, eagerly.
“She seems nice,” I replied.
“Show him,” the husband said. “Show him everything.”
The wife walked slowly toward the chair where I sat. She lifted her leg and placed it at the side of my leg. She seductively licked her middle finger.
She placed one hand on my shoulder and extended her other finger. The nail of her middle finger was highly manicured and really shiny. She reached to her pussy and slid her middle finger just inside her pussy lips. She found her clit and rubbed herself frantically. Her head tilted back, and her long black hair flowed towards the floor.
She moaned and rubbed her clit harder.
Her hand squeezed my shoulder to steady herself. Her nails dug into my skin. I wriggled my shoulder to loosen her grip.
She moaned again.
The husband touched his dick as he watched her.
“I want you inside me,” she cooed, while finger fucking herself in my face.
The wife was really wet. The scent of her arousal enveloped me. I glanced past her. The husband still fidgeted in his chair. His wife’s performance clearly turned him on.
“Stop what you’re doing,” I said. “You look beautiful. I can definitely see you’re hot, but it’s not going to happen. Get dressed.”
“She just fucked herself in front of you, and you’re still saying ‘no’ to a piece of her ass?” The husband pressed.
“That is exactly what I’m doing. It’s a no-go. Sorry to disappoint you.”
The wife got dressed. She continued to flirt with me and be seductive in my direction. The husband had no idea, and I felt sorry for her. I really did. She seemed friendly, and she was most definitely horny. Her tits were fake, no doubt paid for with the husband’s credit card or whatever he used. She was a toy, a plaything, just something he could use and abuse. And now he was pissed. Pissed that I had passed up on his offer.
I wasn’t even close to being turned on by the wife. All I could think of was Piper. My mind was with her and doing that to her would be incomprehensible.
“I think you should just leave now and forget about this idea altogether,” I said.
“I already have, you dick,” the husband said as he tugged at the wife’s arm.
“You should respect her a bit more while you’re at it,” I said, angrily.
“What do you know about respect?” he asked, raising his voice. “You just do all this to sow your oats.”
“You’re in no position to judge me,” I snapped. “Just get out.”
Piper, I would never do this to you. It’s just humiliating.
I couldn’t even imagine how a man could show off his wife this way. What possessed a man to lower his wife to that level?
He makes her act like a whore. How awful for her. Fucking jerk-off.
“The sooner we get out of this shit hole, the better,” the husband said.
“It was you who came to me, dickhead,” I growled.
I had never raised my voice to clients, but there was just something about him that really wound me up.
“Are you sure you don’t want to think about it?” the wife asked, softly.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry for you.”
“He’s just a bit upset,” she said. “He’s not always like this.”
Unfortunately, my sweet, that’s what they all say.
“It’s all your fault,” the husband said as he pulled on her arm. “You should have shoved your fingers in your pussy further. Or sucked his cock. It’s all your fault.”
I stood in the doorway as the man pulled his wife down the hallway toward the elevator. I could hear him ranting and raving. She kept looking over her shoulder in my direction. I closed the door behind me and leaned against the wood.
I was amazed at myself. I had just turned down the only possible clients that I had. And I was still with Piper. It was ironic. I had gone from hero to zero in the Baby Maker department.
This couple had been so vulgar, though. It wasn’t healthy for a loving couple to have that kind of relationship. I knew couples did things to spice up their life, but Jesus, that takes it to another, lower level.
I slowly walked to the living room, and it hit me. I was starting to think like Piper. She had this rosy attitude about relationships, and I was thinking the same way.
Fuck, hello? Evan? Man, what is happening to you?
I sat on the couch and thought about the meeting that had just taken place. I had been put off more than anything. All I could think about was Piper, and now I wondered if I should take another client on, at all. What happens if they all upset me the same way? Or am I looking for reasons to reject them?
Is it safer not to take another client, or should I take another client? Aagh, it’s too much.
I sat with my eyes closed, and I felt the cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I wondered if this was Piper saying she wanted me?
It was a message from the same person again. They had pinged me three times now, and I had ignored it on every occasion. I had been so wrapped up with Piper, I hadn’t even had the decency to reply and tell them not to message. This was actually the first time they had messaged when I had been alone.
Just let it go. You have Piper anyway. She’s more than enough.
I asked myself a question as I opened the inbox on the phone. Piper is under a contract. What is she going to do when she becomes pregnant? Was she going to forget the contract and be with me or would she follow it to the letter?
I opened the message.
“I’m desperate for your services. I have tried three times and no reply. I’m twenty-five years of age. Long blonde hair and blue eyes.” She sounds very tempting so far.
Are you thinking about it? Do you really want to go through with it? Nah.
The way I react to this one could be my answer to the whole situation with Piper. Hopefully.
I wonder what she looks like in her picture? Shit! I am so confused right now.
Chapter 26
Piper
I worked in the office and had continually been looking at my cell phone. Evan had not been in touch, which was quite rare for him. He’d been making the effort to stay in contact as a sign that he was focused on me. He had tried to be true to his word. That was for sure. I had to admire him for that. But now I wasn’t sure what was going on.
You will find the answer, soon. Don’t fret about it.
I was only going to work a half day at the office. I planned to see my mom for a change. It had been a few weeks since our little discussion over lunch. I needed a voice of reason right now, and Mom had the loudest voice of reason out of anyone I knew. Even if the situation was disagreeable to her, she still managed to present a view which was mostly unbiased.
I made the short drive to the far side of the city where Mom lived. Cars filled the street. The city was doing road work in front of her house. The only free space was at the neighbor’s house. I hoped they’d be out for a while, and I parked the car there.
“Where have you parked?” Mom said, looking for the car.
“I had to borrow the neighbors space,” I said. “It was the last one.”
“He won’t be home for a while. Kyle won’t mind.”
We sat in the living room, and Mom brought us a pitcher of her secret recipe iced tea. As soon as we started, she continued from where we left off the last time I had seen her.
“Have you found a decent man yet?” she asked.
“No, I suppose not,” I said.
“Now, you know you’re not able to hide much from me. I can see you have something to say. There is that glint in your eye. I can see it.”
Mom did have the ability to see things in my eyes or my expression. It was uncanny that she actually knew what was bothering me. It was never, “What is bothering you?” because she always knew the reasons.
Maybe she is a witch
? Yep! That explains everything!
“As you’ve guessed, I have been sort of seeing someone,” I said.
“Who is that?” she asked, winking.
“It’s actually Evan Sherwood. You know, the one I dated in high school?”
“Ah, the really good-looking one who dumped you?” she asked.
“Yeah, that’s him. How did you remember?”
“Who had to sit there for days on end, listening to you cry?” she replied.
She was right. I had cried a lot when it happened.
“I didn’t mention it before because I’m not sure how things will pan out between us at the moment,” I said.
“So, you think he might break your heart again?” Mom asked.
“I’m keeping a close eye on things this time. I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch.” I loved him more than rain on a sunny day.
Am I counting my chickens, or just hoping?
“We are not really official,” I said. “It happened all by accident, really.”
“Well, as I’ve always told you, you just have to follow your heart in these matters,” Mom replied. She held my hand tight as if I was a little girl.
She had always given me good advice on men issues. Maybe she saw things differently than a lot of women. Maybe because she raised me by herself. She had been both a mother and a father to me, so she had double duties for most of my life.
“Well, I have seen you date a few men, and your engagement, as brief as it was. They all cheated on you, more fool on them. And I think that your perspective on men has been somewhat tainted.”
She’s right. I didn’t really trust any of them anymore. Or did I?
“You know deep down that not all men are actually cheaters,” Mom said. “There are still some good ones around. You never know where you will find them. Don’t forget, Evan never cheated on you. He just broke your heart.”
Thanks again for reminding me, Mom. Rub some more salt in that wound.
“Mom, I really do want to try and trust Evan, but it has been a long time. I mean, we have changed a lot since then.”
“Well, you have to decide,” she replied, tapping my leg to comfort me.