The Baby Contract

CHAPTERTWELVE

Anne

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

What was I doing?

The moment Bran’s lips touched mine, I should have recoiled. Maybe slapped him for good measure. But I didn’t.

I thought all that agitated energy I was feeling was from fighting with him, but once his lips were on mine, it was clear, I was turned on. I might have been revolted by it except Bran knew how to kiss. My insides liquified into molten lava. My nipples hardened. My pussy flooded with desire.

His hands were large and warm as they roamed over my body, making my skin spark like static electricity.

I’d expected at any moment that one or the other of us would come to our senses and stop, but it wasn’t me. When he lay me on the couch, I knew it wouldn’t be him.

I should stop this, ran like a mantra through my mind, except then his fingers were playing with my nipples, his mouth was sucking them, and there was nothing but pleasure racing through my body.

I wanted to touch the impressive dick hiding behind his pants.

I was able to undo the buckle and button, but then he went down on me and holy moly, I couldn’t do anything after that except feel. He shot me to the heavens, and I knew my pussy would never be the same. But then he did it again and again until I was a withering mess of the sweetest endorphins.

Then he slid back up my body, hooked my leg over his hip, and he plunged inside me. Again, fireworks exploded as he filled me.

It turned out Bran was the complete package. Good looking. Sexy body. And thick long dick. God, if only he wasn’t so insufferable, he’d be perfect.

He withdrew and drove in again, forcing all thoughts out of my head. All that existed was his dick doing magnificent things to my pussy. I swore he got thicker each time he thrust inside me.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he levered up on his hands. His body moved faster, deeper, harder.

I held on to him as the pleasure began to consume me. The friction was beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

“Come again, Anne. Come on my cock.”

His words were my undoing. I’d never had a man say something like that. It was incredibly erotic. When he drove inside me again, my body imploded. My pussy clamped down as my orgasm rocked through my body yet again, equally as intense as the ones before.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, Anne.”

He shouted as he threw his head back and gave free rein to his body. He pumped and pumped inside me until finally he collapsed over me.

The echoes of pleasure shimmered for a moment and then vanished. And then came the regret. The revulsion. What had I done?

“Jesus fuck.” He panted against my cheek.

I pushed against him.

He immediately pulled back. “Are you okay?”

I scurried out from under him. “No, I’m not okay.” I rebuttoned my blouse with unsteady hands. I pushed my skirt down, wondering where my panties had gone.

“Anne.” He reached out to me, concern filling his eyes, but I backed away.

I held my hand up. “That was wrong.”

“It didn’t feel wrong.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Men never think an orgasm is wrong. But this,” I motioned between the two of us. “Is wrong.” I ran my hands through my hair. “God what was I thinking?”

“That you like orgasms too?” Was he trying to be funny?