Stefano's Peach

“We cannot…” before he finishes his refusal, I pull out my phone and begin dialing my attorney.

“Should I go ahead and hit enter? Once he picks up the phone, all bets are off. Now, I am going to ask one more time...DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?” The fuck. I hate repeating myself.

“Yes,” the doctor says defiantly.

“Excellent. I will stand here while and make sure you do as I have instructed.” Might as well keep my finger in the enter button in case anyone gets cold feet. I stand there, hands itching as they call her, and tell her she has been chosen. I listen intently when they give her the date to come and the excuse they use for her not meeting the couple yet. Not very convincing but my innocent baby wouldn’t expect such subterfuge from medical professionals. Once the call is ended, I release my breath. Now, let's go to the back so I can release my seed into this damn cup to put in my woman.”

What the fuck just happened?Chapter FiveKaleraGod. When will this ache stop? I have woken up every night since I saw the mystery man in the clinic, with my pussy throbbing, my thighs wet, breathing so hard you would think I ran a marathon. I have never had this reaction before and I don’t know whether to be happy about that or sad. All I know for sure is that I wake up with my hands in between my legs, trying to get rid of this ache and nothing helps. My mind conjures visions of him on top of me, my legs spread wide for him as he uses me for his own satisfaction. I can feel his mouth on me, everywhere, as he worships me and makes me cry for him. Crap. I really need to stop this. Especially since it is obvious he has to be married. Why else is he going to a place like that? I never knew men could smell so good. I literally came home and sniffed my clothes hoping that somehow his scent transferred to me. Crazy I know, but I haven’t been the same since I saw him.

I lay in bed for what has to be about another hour before I decide I need to get up for the class introduction with my biology teacher. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I drop my sleep shirt and try to see what a man like him would see if he looked at me without my clothes. My blonde hair drops just below my chin. When it is wet, if I don't blow dry it, it hangs in waves. My eyes are blue like my mom's, with a hint of violet. My lips would be considered plump I guess. Not Angelina Jolie plump, but they are definitely not thin. I rub my hands over my nipples, wishing it were his wet mouth licking them, making them peak for him. By the time I was in high school, I was in a D cup, causing me to wear baggy clothes. I hated how big they were compared to all the other girls. Now, however, I can’t help but feel like they would provide pleasure for my stranger. Squeezing them one more time, I moan, closing my eyes for a second before I drop my hands. I wonder how he would feel about the rest of me? I am not fat or plus size, but I am curvy and haven’t lost the ‘baby fat’ if you will. My stomach is soft and lush leading down to my thick thighs. What is happening….

“Lera, you here?” Shoot. I think scurrying into the shower.

“I’m in here,” I say pretending I have been in here all along.

“Hey, how did your appointment go?” she asks as I rinse my hair and grab my towel. Stepping out, I smile at her, hoping nothing else is evident on my face.

“It was fine. Simple. An exam. Nothing intrusive. Paperwork. Then they gave me prenatal vitamins and told me they would get back to me with the results of the psychological evaluation.” I try to keep the blush under wraps when I think of the nurse giving me the bag I left in front of him. I don’t realize I am biting my lip until Tori picks up on it first.

“Hmmm... biting your lip is always your tell. What are you hiding twin?” she asks, her eyebrow lifting up. She crosses her arms, tapping her foot.

“It’s nothing really. There was a man at the clinic and.... it’s silly really. He was just so...handsome and I don’t know...I felt like we were connected somehow and then I came back to reality.

“Kalera, I love you, but you have to focus. We came to college for a reason. Don’t get distracted.” I roll my eyes.