CHAPTER 10
HEATHER
My back slammed against the wall, and his lips devoured my neck. His hands cupped my breasts, massaging my nipples to painful peaks as he sucked on until I moaned loudly. He traveled lower, my legs thrown over his shoulders and his hands gripping my ass. I was suspended in midair as his tongue dove into the depths of my pussy, lapping at me as I shook against his face.
“Andrew. Yes. Fuck!”
I ground into his face until I shivered through my orgasm, but his tongue didn’t let up. I fisted his dark hair, gazed down into his beautiful blue eyes. His cheeks shimmered with my arousal as my toes curled. I pressed him further. Deeper. I felt his stubble
rake against my pussy lips. I pressed into the wall and arched into him, shaking as my second orgasm barreled through my body.
“Andrew! Shit!”
He caught me in his arms and quickly bent me over the couch. His cock was massive, thick with girth and pulsing with life. He slid it into my dripping pussy, my walls giving way to his intrusion. I stood on my tiptoes as he fisted my hair, drawing my head back to gain leverage.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me good.”
He pounded into me, hard and fast. I reached back and wrapped my hands around his forearms, feeling them flex as he controlled my body. His cock throbbed against my walls. My legs began to shake. He groaned and grunted, filling my body with his thick dick as I caved to him.
“Give it to me,” I said breathlessly. “Let me have it.”
I came around his cock, shivering as my body stilled. My legs grew taut, and my nails curled into his skin as I cried out his name. His chest fell to my back. I felt his strong muscles twitching against me. His sweat dripped onto my body as he kissed each divot of my spine, all the way down until his lips fell against my ass. He dropped to his knees and parted my ass cheeks, his tongue rimming my puckered hole.
I collapsed on the couch as his tongue slid into my dripping entrance, then he found my swollen clit once more.
“You taste so good,” Andrew said. “I can’t get enough.”
“Don’t stop,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop that tongue. It’s too good. So good. Andrew, don’t stop.”
He licked me well, flicked my clit, and slid his long, dexterous tongue against my pussy walls. Squeezing my flesh, he devoured my pussy. He flipped me over onto the couch, and I went tumbling, a sweating mess as he dove on top of me..
His lips crashed into mine as my legs parted for him, and his cock slid easily back into my body.
“Heather. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t stand it.”
“Come for me, Andrew. Do what you want with my body.”
My body began to ache with the need for another orgasm. I lifted my hips up to meet his every thrust. Juices dripped down my thighs while his hands traveled the length of me. Every part of me was touched by him. Kissed by him. Nibbled by him. Fucked by him. I wanted him to take all of me and to pin me down and make me his forever and a day. I rolled into his body. I felt his cock rake against parts of me no other man had. Our lips connected, and our bodies collided, and juices slid from between my thighs.
“Andrew. Andrew. I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Fill me up, Andrew.”
His hips stuttered, and I felt him still. My pussy exploded around his cock as his face fell into the crook of my neck. He rutted against me, stroking my clit with his tightly-wound curls and throwing me over the edge into an endless abyss of pleasure. Sweat dripped down my neck. His rock-hard body fell against mine. Every pebbled muscle blanketed me as his cum filled my body, planting the seed of the child the two of us would have together.
My back collapsed to my bed, and I opened my eyes, grimacing at the wet spot underneath my body. I fought to catch my breath as my body relaxed into the pillows. I switched off my vibrator and screwed my eyes shut. I felt like an idiot, being so attracted to Andrew. He was only a business deal. Nothing else. But my attraction to him and the enjoyment I got from being around him made me worry about what we were agreeing to. Was it a good idea for us to proceed with something so intimate if I felt like this around him? A surrogate contract was so formal. It tainted what I felt with him. Did he feel the same way?
At his house, it felt like he had, with the way he took my hand and gazed into my eyes.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was way too late to call Nikki and talk about any of this, but I needed to talk to her. I needed to bounce all this shit off someone. I felt like I was going crazy. I was in a surrogacy service, not a dating one. Yet every single interaction I had with Andrew felt more intimate than the last.
I got up to clean myself up, resolved to talk with Nikki in the morning. She’d help me figure out what the hell I was supposed to do.
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“All right. If this requires a drink, then it’s bad. Talk to me. What's going on?” Nikki asked.
“The drink isn’t for me. It’s for you. I’m sticking with soda, but I figured you’d need the alcohol for this.”
“That’s not good.”