The Baby Contract

“My own good, then. I never thought I’d say this, Bran, but you’re irresistible sometimes. Not always.”

I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes. “How about now?”

“Definitely irresistible now.”

“Get naked, Anne. You’re fucking irresistible too.”

She grinned as she sat up and undressed. When she was naked, I lay over her. “Do you really want a big strapping man?” I flexed my pec muscles.

“God.” She lifted her head and ran her tongue over me, flicking my nipple and making me hiss.

She pushed me back and straddled my thighs. “Do you know how irritating it was to watch you workout?”

I grinned. “Sexually irritating.”

Her hands ran down my chest. “Yes. Did you do that on purpose?”

I shrugged. “I can’t help it if I’m irresistible. Besides, you were the one who insisted I join your workouts.”

She leaned over and bit my nipple, a sting of pain and pleasure rushed through me.

I groaned. “Do you think it was easy for me? Every time you bent over, I damn near came in my shorts.”

She sat up and grinned. “Good.”

I rubbed her thighs, watching her. As much as my dick needed to be inside her, fucking her, I was enjoying this moment. This light, exciting moment of banter. Why couldn’t we be like this all the time?

“Now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do?”

Her eyes flashed with a wild heat that had me excited and terrified. “I’m going to suck your dick, Bran. Do you have a problem with that?”

I shook my head. “Not one.”

“Good. Just so you know, it’s not going to be a straight trip to Pleasureville.”

“Oh?” My dick was twitching, eager for the fun to start.

“Nope. I’m going to suck your dick until he’s about as hard as he can get, then I’m going to stop.”

My hips bucked up, the erotic promises in her voice driving me mad. “That’s it?”

“No. Then I’ll do it again. I’m going to keep taking you to the edge and then I’ll let you hang.”

“Oh fuck…” My dick probably wouldn’t last that long. “Do you plan to start any time soon?”

She smirked. “Maybe.” She ran a finger up from root to tip. Precum oozed onto my tip.

“I might just grab my cock and take care of things—”

My breath stalled in my chest as she bent over and sucked my dick until it hit the back of her throat.

“Jesus fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head. My body arched and my fingers thread through her hair, holding her to me.

She slid up, wrapping her hand around my dick as her tongue licked my tip like a fucking ice cream cone. She wasn’t the first woman to give me a blow job, but I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so keyed up, coiled tight with explosive passion at her touch. The woman just might be the death of me, but Jesus, what a way to go.

“Do you like that, Bran.”

“You know I do.”

“Do you want more?”

I pushed her head back to my cock as my answer, holding back what I really wanted to say. She didn’t want to know that I wanted so much more.

I wanted all of her.