I just could not get the conversation out of my mind.
I was pretty sure I was going to say yes. After all, what was I doing here— and why did I keep agreeing to come back— if not to do this thing, already?
All I could think of were his hands on my back, my ass, my breasts. I wanted him to bend me over and take me from behind. I wanted him to moan and groan while I called out his name because he was shoving his big cock in my tiny pussy.
I couldn’t even believe the thoughts I was having. He had the craziest effect on me.
When I was walking out the front door after having finally finished my work for the day, I tripped and almost face planted at the bottom of the steps.
I knew that my clumsiness was due in large part to my anxiety about whatever it was that Mr. King wanted to talk to me about. I wished that evening would hurry up and get here before I brought on some clumsy, anxiety-driven disaster.
Chapter 17 – Darren
I heard Hope drive up and park near the front door. My heart began to beat wildly. I had no idea how this conversation would go, but I felt like it was one that I needed to have before sitting down with the attorney.
I needed Hope to understand where I was coming from, so I was hoping that her heart would be open to what I had to say. There was a lot at stake here and I knew it. I just hoped that she would see things the way that I did.
I heard her feet shuffling down the hallway.
“I’m in the library,” I called out loudly, positioning my chair to face the door.
She peeked her head around the corner and greeted me cheerfully.
“Hi, Hope. I’m so glad that you could join me.”
“Of course, Mr. King,” she said.
“First things first,” I said, waving her on. “Enough with this Mr. King business. Mr. King was my very elderly, very deceased father. Just call me Darren. I am hoping that you will soon start to see me as a friend.”
“Okay, Darren,” she replied, hesitantly.
“Hope, I want to tell you a little bit about my story. I’m not sure how much your mother would have told you, but even what she knows is limited. I haven’t really shared any of this with anyone.”
“Okay. You can trust me,” said Hope, taking a seat in an armchair next to mine.
She looked eager to hear what I had to say, and she looked as if she wouldn’t reject me because of it. What a relief. For the first time ever, I felt ready to tell my deepest, darkest secret. I was willing to let Hope in and tell her everything, so that she would do me the huge favor of carrying my child.
“I have a child, Hope. A son. I didn’t know about him until I came back from the war. When I returned, his mother— who, I have to admit, and I’m not proud of this fact, was a random one night stand— told me that I was his father. And by that time, he was already a year old. The war had left me so badly disfigured that my own son cried and screamed at the sight of me.”
I had to stop because I could feel myself beginning to get choked up. I turned away and cleared my throat, willing the tears to stay back. This was why I never told anyone this story. I like to think of myself as a fucking strong man, but the memory of one’s own son crying in shock at the sight of his father’s face was enough to make even the strongest man cry.
“It’s okay,” said Hope, putting her hand on my shoulder.
Her hand felt so comforting. I had to hold it together so that I could finish telling her the story. Turning back to face her, I continued.
“My mom is looking after my son now. I have no idea where my son’s mother is. I only know that she brought my son to me and said she couldn’t deal with him any more and it was my turn. She said she had been waiting for me to get home so she could leave. And she did leave. She ran off— I have no idea where she went. My son’s name is Bryant.”
“What a strong name,” said Hope, smiling sweetly.
She had no idea how much she was turning me on, even now, when I was spilling my deepest secret. I loved that she was being so comforting, that she was focusing on the good in the situation— my son— rather than the bad— his mom, and the fact that he didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
“Thank you. I thought that after having this house built and having tons of reconstructive surgery, I would be able to get my life back. I had big plans of raising my son here, giving him a wonderful life, one that would bring us all joy beyond our wildest dreams. But, the doctors, with all of their expertise, weren’t able to fix my scars in the way that I had hoped that they would. Most of my face has healed, but the scars that were left make me look like a monster.”
I turned my face away instinctively before continuing. But she ran her hand down my face and I didn’t pull away.
“Your scars really aren’t that bad,” she said, sounding as if she was convinced of it. “I think you think they look worse than they do. They’re barely even noticeable.”
“I have more, all over my body,” I told her. “I have never shown anyone all my scars, except the doctors. I know that they are hideous and I don’t expect anything but horror from anyone unfortunate enough to see them. So, that’s something you should know before we go through with this, also.”
I turned to glance at Hope, expecting that she would be looking away. To my surprise, she was still looking directly at me and it looked like there was understanding, rather than pity, in her eyes.
“I’m sure they’re also not as bad as you think the ones on your face are. And anyone who makes you feel like you deserve anything less than to be treated with love is the real monster,” she said, putting her hand on mine reassuringly.
“I will be infertile soon. If I’m not already. The doctors have already confirmed it.”
“Wow,” said Hope, sitting back, deep in thought.
“I really want my son back in my life, Hope. And I believe that having a baby by Christmas is going to be just what we need as a Christmas present to bring joy into this house. Then, my son Bryant will be happy to come live with me.”
I leaned forward in my hair, taking both of her hands carefully in my own.
“You are my last chance, Hope. This is my one ticket to happiness, having a baby and bringing my son here to live with me. I am begging you to consider what I am saying and please help me.”
The tears welling up in her eyes let me know that she understood what I was saying.
I only hoped that it also meant that she was willing to help.
Chapter 18 – Hope
“I want to show you,” said Darren, standing up in front of me. I wasn’t sure what I was about to see, but I barely breathed in anticipation.
He took off his shirt and threw it at his feet. Then, he took off his pants and boxer briefs and let them fall in the same pile.
He stood there, stark naked, staring at me. I stared back.
I had to admit— the first thing I noticed was not the scars. It was his cock, which was even bigger than I thought it would be. I began to worry about whether or not it would fit inside me. Would it hurt me? But, I still wanted it in me.
Then, I did look at his scars, which were like vines wrapping around his solid frame. I reached out and ran my fingers along them. The raised scars felt like braille beneath my fingers.
They were more noticeable than the ones on his face, but they didn’t look as bad as it sounded like he thought they looked. They carried a certain character with them, that said “strength over adversity.” In a strange way, they were sexy.
He gasped. I could tell that he had not expected that I would look, much less touch, his scars. I was just full of surprises, and I could tell he liked it.
“They aren’t as bad as you think they are,” I told him, shrugging.
It was the truth. Whether or not he wanted to believe it.
We stood in silence for a while, me running my hands over his body while he stood there in shocked disbelief. It became sort of a comfort for both of us, I thought. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, relis
hing in the light touch of my fingers.
I had made my decision.
“I want to help you,” I told him. “At first, I wasn’t sure what your intentions were in wanting to have a baby, so that’s what made me hesitant. But, after hearing your story and seeing you, it makes me want to give you what you want, what you deserve. I want to give you the baby that you want and the brother or sister that your son will love.”
Tears welled up in his eyes and started to pour out.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, sounding so fragile.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “You are really sweet and I think that you would make an amazing father. I would love to see you happy and, if I can help with that in any way, I would be happy to do so. You are so incredibly beautiful, inside and out.”
He put his head down and began covering his body, as if he were ashamed.
“That’s very sweet of you, but you don’t have to say that. I know that there is nothing beautiful about me.”
It was my turn to be vulnerable.
I stood up and started taking my clothes off.
“Whoa! Wait. What are you doing?” he said, putting his hands out to cover me, trying to keep my clothes on.
“It’s okay,” I said, locking eyes with his.
I was fulfilling my own fantasy of undressing for him. Letting him see my naked body because I could tell he liked to look at it with clothes on. And also because, now, he had shown me his, so this was only fair.
He looked at me, searching my eyes with his for a few moments, then let go and stood back.
I completely undressed in front of him. He tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let him.
“Wow,” he said, as the last garment fell to the floor. “You look amazing.”
He turned away slightly, again, as if being respectful of me.
“No, I want you to see this,” I told him, standing on my tip toes so I could reach up and turn his face toward me.
He didn’t resist and he didn’t say anything. He just stared at my naked body. I loved feeling so vulnerable, so exposed, for him, like he had just been for me.
“You think that you’re the only one with flaws? Here, look.”
I grabbed a doughy part of my midsection and turned so that he could see it better.
“Do you see this? All this fat? Do you see these stretch marks? I look like I’ve had a baby already and I haven’t. I’m only nineteen and I already have stretch marks. It’s just nasty, ugly fatness for no reason.”
That got a chuckle out of him.
“No, don’t say that. Seriously. I know you’re trying to make me laugh, but you’re crazy to say there’s anything wrong with you,” he insisted. “You’re beautiful. I think that you are absolutely perfect. Your curves are amazing. And your fiery red hair with the personality to match has intrigued me since the first moment that we met right here.”
The feeling of joy that I felt hearing those words filled me to the brim. No man had ever said such beautiful things about me. I was so moved that all I could do was let the river of tears that I’d been holding in overflow.
He pulled me close to him and hugged him, and I relished in the feeling of being so comforted and appreciated. I guessed that, like him, I had been carrying around the baggage of thinking I was more flawed than I was. And I guess that, like me, he actually loved what he saw.
This was turning out to be a much better deal than I had anticipated. I was already getting a lot out of it, and so was he.
Chapter 19 – Darren
There we stood, two naked bodies, both vulnerable in our own way, but both in fucking pure admiration of the other. And both of us wrapped up together in a much needed embrace. I couldn’t have imagined how good it would feel to let my guard down with her. It was freeing, exhilarating.
Hope stood back up on her tip toes and kissed me softly on the cheek. I looked at her and saw something in her eyes, something that was vaguely familiar, but that I hadn’t seen in so long in the eyes of a woman.
Desire. She wanted me.
I pulled her by her waist over towards me, so that once again we stood with our bodies pressed against each other. Her warm skin felt so soft, like a firm peach ripe for the taking.
I kissed her. Her lips were soft, too. I could hear her moan slightly, making my cock get firmer as I stood there. Her hard nipples pressed against me like beads.
I took a handful of her left breast into my hand and squeezed. I loved how plump but also firm it felt. Her head rolled back and an “ah!” escaped her throat.
I was getting more excited. The blood was beginning to pound in my ears as I thought of all the things that I wanted to do to her.
Turning her around, I brushed her red hair away from her neck and began kissing her softly. She leaned her firm ass into my hardness and started to grind. My cock was so hard it was dying to plunge inside her eager pussy. I just wanted to start thrusting it in and out of her, then and there, but I willed myself to be patient.
I was trying stay calm, but I was losing my will. I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to do this with her.
I tried my best to maintain control and stay in charge, as I looked at her beautiful curves while I ran my hands up and down them. I pinched her nipple and played with it in between my fingers while she moaned.
“Oh my God, Mr. King, this feels so good.”
“Darren,” I told her, although in this instance, I rather liked how she called me “Mr. King.” As her eyelashes fluttered, I relished in the thought that she was completely and totally under my spell.
“Darren, you make my pussy so wet,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.”
I reached down to feel for myself the juices that are flowing out of her. I kissed her full lips more tenderly, loving that she was untouched. Not only was I going to put a baby in her, but I was going to take her for her very first time.
It would be my pleasure. I was getting much more out of this deal than I bargained for.
Chapter 20 – Hope
I thought that Darren and I were going to have sex. For baby making purposes. Just like the contract said.
But, before I knew what was happening, he was moving me towards the wall. He pressed me against the bookshelf, knelt down, leaned me over, and began eating my pussy from the back. I absolutely love it. It was driving me crazy.
His mouth felt so warm and wet. I sucked air between my teeth, trying not to cum all over his tongue yet. I knew that I easily could, though.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing me, taunting me. He sucked on it until I was close to coming, then backed up.
“Darren,” I called out. “This feels so good. Make me cum. Please.”
I was grabbing his hair in my hands and begging him.
“Don’t cum yet,” he commanded, as he stopped licking. “Cum when I tell you to cum.”
“Okay,” I said, hesitantly, not sure if I could control it.
But he was an expert at stopping just when I was close to coming. He would take my clit in his teeth and gnaw on it, building up an electric rush at my nerve endings, then he would suck on it as it became engorged with all the blood rushing to it. Finally, he would pull back just before I came.
Over and over he did this, until I was so close to coming I wasn’t able to handle it. I arched my back and rubbed my exposed pussy all over his face, screaming out, “Oh, Darren, I’m so close. Please let me cum. Please let me cum.”
“You may cum now,” he said, his green eyes looking up at me from in between my legs, an evil grin spreading across his lips as he chomped down on my pussy. “This time, I’ll let you cum, as long as you give me what I want, next.”
“Yes,” I agreed, as he sucked on my clit while fingering my pussy hard and fast.
His mouth and fingers worked their magic as I squeezed his head in between my thighs and came all over his mouth.
“I’m coming!” I called out, panting and yelling, not even caring how I sounded, but just completely l
etting myself go with him. “You’re making me cum so much. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
I laid my head back, an exhausted mess, but Darren obviously wasn’t ready to let me take a break. He stood up and pulled me up alongside him. I thought he was going to make me go down on him, but once again, he surprised me.
“And now, my pet, I’m going to pop your cherry,” he announced, his voice so low it was nearly a whisper. My heart beat hard in my chest.
He gently pushed his rock hard cock inside my tender, wet pussy. I could feel him stretching me as the head of his cock went inside me. It was a feeling that I’d never felt before and, even though it felt like a lot, it was the most jarring, delicious feeling that I’d ever felt.
It was like he had entered my soul and found a home there.
He paused, but I told him, “Keep going. Please.”
He started nibbling on my neck, as if teasing me all over again.
“Why do you want me to keep going?” he asked me, seductively.
“My pussy needs you all the way inside it,” I confessed.
A shiver ran down my spine, as I was telling him exactly how much I needed him. It made me feel so vulnerable and exposed, especially as he took my nipple into his hand and began playing with it, causing me to let out a little involuntary moan. But it also made me feel warm and protected in his strong arms.
“Look into my eyes while you talk to me,” he said.
I turned around and looked at the tattoos on his chest. At his strong pecs and six pack abs. Then I looked up into his eyes as he had commanded.
He reached down and grabbed my ass cheek. Then he swatted it, causing me to jump.
“Ouch,” I said.
“Go back to telling me why you didn’t want me to stop putting my cock inside you,” he said, hitting me again, harder this time, with his open palm on my bare ass check.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, liking the sting now that I was prepared for it. “Keep spanking me.”
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