Stefano's Peach
“Hello, young lady. My name is Dr. Coulter. It’s nice to meet you,” he says extending her hand.
“Hello,” I answer lamely not sure what else to say.
“Well, first let me say your vitals, blood test and other tests came back normal. Our resident psychologist will examine your psychological questionnaire and will decide by the end of the week. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me why you are willing to do this. A beautiful young lady like you, surely you have something else to do with your time.” I can’t decide if he is asking a question or not.
“Well, the truth is, I come from a small town where no one gets to go to college. My sister and friends and I wanted to get out and make a different life for ourselves and someone told us this could be a way. So,” I whisper, hanging my head feeling kind of judged.
“I see. Well, some lucky couple would be lucky to have a sweet thing like you to protect their heart's desire. Now, lie back and let me examine you.” I am not sure what to expect but luckily it is basically like a yearly exam you get once you turn sixteen. Except once that part is over, he takes an ultrasound machine and looks at my uterus and womb to make sure it looks good.
After declaring I am healthy physically, he lets me get dressed. Stopping at the front desk, I grab prenatal vitamins he wants me to begin to take, as well as sign the confidentiality agreement. Taking a deep breath, I am glad it is all over for now. Walking to the door I am so lost in thought and then holy moly... the most gorgeous man I have ever seen is walking in. He is in what I can only imagine is an expensive suit that fits him like it was sewn onto his body and oh what a body it is. His chest expands the width of his shoulders, his arms thick. He is at least eight inches taller than making me feel dainty and fragile. He could lift me with one hand and force me to do his bidding. His skin is like caramel Frappuccino with extra milk. He is lighter than tan but darker than cream. Something about him oozes power and confidence. My body shivers as I take in more of him, my mouth watering from the oasis tempting me right now. I don’t realize I have failed to move in what could be minutes until he looks at me with so much intensity the air I had just let out of my lungs fills them back up. His eyes haven’t left mine and they are keeping me glued to this spot waiting for what I don’t know. Maybe for him to bend me over the counter and take what he wants from me.
“Miss Baldwin, you forgot your prenatal vitamins. You should start taking them today so when a couple selects you, you are already used to them,” the nurse says handing me the paper bag. I can feel my cheeks get even pinker, embarrassment clogging my throat. His eyes leave mine finally and I feel the loss as if I have been his this whole time. Putting my head back down, I rush past him whispering an excuse me needing to get as far away from him as quickly as possible before I embarrass myself by rubbing every inch of me against him as my thighs stick together. God, as I pass him I inhale once more and a moan actually leaves my mouth when his scent meets me. Sweat and something so delicious. My tongue licks my lips hoping some of it jumped onto them. I really need to get away from this man.
What is New York doing to me?Chapter FourStefanoStanding outside of the clinic, I go over this one more time, asking myself if I am sure I want to do this. The same conversation I have wondered about for the past week. I even find myself feeling bad that the poor kid is not going to have a mom. “Oh well. Might as well get this shit over with, Baltierra,” I say to myself moving to open the door. As soon as it opens I am hit by the sweet scent of peach and innocence. My heart begins to stutter and then my eyes lock on the most radiant creature I have ever seen in my life. “Fucking shit,” I clearly say too loud if the blush that spreads across her face is any indication. She stands in front of me, as stunned as I am, skin pale and rosy, with wide hips and thighs the size of a barely legal teenager. Her lush curves are making my balls drag down my boxers as I picture myself squeezing her plush body, using it as my personal fucking vibrator. Jesus. Get a fucking grip, Stef. I can’t seem to find the words right now, too busy trying to count fat bald guys in my mind to get my cock to stop revolting against me. I almost have it back under control and then she licks her lips and everything goes to shit. I growl as everything in me begins to awaken, especially my senses. Inhaling, I know without a doubt the fragrance I got hit with coming in the door was from my thick little angel. Fuck. I can practically see it. My nostrils begin to flare as I look around to see if there any other men in here, smelling her peach-flavored pussy, innocence fucking waving a red flag it smells so sweet. Even from where I am standing.