The Boy Next Door (15 page)

“This time I want to see you.  See what you have down there, Mister Crowley.”

He smiled and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down to the bed and showing her his big White cock, beautiful and uncircumcised.  His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, giving her plenty of shaft to tease and suck. 

“Mmm such a big man.  Hey, is it true what they say?  White boys taste like vanilla?”

He laughed hard but his laughter quickly devolved into a thick, throaty groan as she sucked on his cockhead with fervor.  She knew how men liked it.  Soft and wet at first, barely tasting his prick hole, then a little deeper, putting her lips around his head.  She pulled back on the skin getting his full cock head out and licking his most sensitive spots.

He moaned loud and intensely, as he lay back down on the bed, giving her permission to come and destroy his aching cock.

She sucked him hard at first, twice as deep and gutting as he sucked her nipples or clit.  She knew men liked blowjobs like hurricanes.  No mercy.  Wet, hard and as nasty and sickening as their worst imagination.  She spit on his cock and slurped it back up getting him nice and wet for a deep, slippery entrance into her shaft.

“Fuck me,” she said.

He groaned in response, feeling his animal instincts kick in and losing all control.  He wasn’t gentlemanly at all, but she craved his beast to come out.  He wanted to be inside her and dominate her.  He pushed her to the bed, back first, and then spread her legs apart.  He looked at her waiting pussy lips, and then swooped in for a lick.  He licked her wet just enough to get her moaning, to get her horny and throaty—breathing in and out and gasping in that sexy African-British voice.  There was nothing quite like bringing a classy exotic woman and giving her a whore’s voice.  He felt erotic energy pulse through his veins as he stuck his hard shaft inside of her, filling her up and feeling her wetness rain all over him.

“Ohhh fuck, you’re so wet,” he grunted, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down as he penetrated her.

“Yes!  Yes!” she said, trying to fight his strong arms but unable to move.  She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed in passion.  She began panting into his face, her breasts still wet from saliva and sweat and bouncing all over his own sweating chest. 

“Go in deeper, deeper, faster!” she said, feeling her orgasm building.

“Take that cock, take it in deep…”

“Mmmmm!  Faster!” she bellowed, starting to shove her pussy up and down, grating on top of him while he thrust into her, creating strong kinetic energy between them. 

“Ohhh God!” he grunted again, starting to feel his cock weaken and spasm.  All this shouting, dirty talking and pussy pounding was too much to bear.  He knew that even if he pulled out now, he would end up firing a load all over Kacie’s lovely face.

Meanwhile Kacie looked into his eyes, feeling the imminence of his chucking cock just seconds away.  Instead of pushing him off, she had the strangest desire to pull him in closer.  She suddenly thought it over:
If I let him cum in me, I can’t lose him
. 
I’m not on birth control.  I’ll have his baby and he’ll have to marry me for real.  It will be done.  I’ll be in America legally…and I’ll be married to a fucking billionaire love machine!  Holy shit this is a dream come true!  Cum in me…cum like you have no choice, boss.

Oddly enough, Darren was thinking the same politically incorrect thoughts himself as he fucked her pussy to a squealing, squirting climax.  Just as he was ready to unload his seed in her he began to think it over…

Oh God what if I cum inside her and make her pregnant?  Then she’ll have to stay with me forever.  She’ll have to fall in love with me and have my baby.  She’ll be too attached to leave.  She’ll need me forever.  She’ll always be with me.  And I’ll put a kid inside her and have a beautiful biracial baby to show my family.  Oh damn, I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces…this is going to be amazing!

“Ohhh shit I’m cumming!  I can’t help it!  I’m sorry!” he said, lying through his teeth.

“Oh fuck, don’t cum in me, don’t!” she said, lying back to him. 

His orgasm was a shattering mess and he came inside her with a vengeance.  His sperm shot ten times into her already dripping wet pussy and he screamed to the ceiling as he let it out, his own pelvis rocking back and forth over hers.

He finally stopped spurting and lay on top of her in exhaustion, still loving the sensation of his cum dripping down deep, impregnating her and changing the rest of his life.

“You came in me,” she whispered, still hot from orgasm and with a throaty whisper.  “Bad Mister Crowley.”

“I am a little bad, Miss Kacie.”

They both smiled to each other, too bashful to admit that the hottest part was fucking without protection.  They both felt it in their blood.  Their baby was to be born and it was going to make for one unbelievable headline.  Maybe Darren Crowley was a little bit racially predisposed…because after this red-hot meltdown in the sheets, he sure as hell had a thing for one black women. 

The next morning, Darren was awoken by luxurious little kisses all over his neck.  She looked into his eyes and glowed, a mother’s little shine, and her face seemed to be filled with magic. 

“I’m pregnant,” she said, wondering how he would take it, but already knowing how this was going to play out.

“God, woman,” he said with a smile.  “I think you fucked me so hard you took all the fertility I had left in me.”

“You’re not upset?” she said with a smile.

“Now you’re mine forever,” he said stroking her forehead.  “And that’s what I wanted all along.”

.

THE END

The
Billionaire’s Surrogate Love

Chapter 1

Kember Jones stared at the bill notice in her hand and tried not to panic. She knew her last check to pay her utilities had bounced after her company had shut down. She'd worked at a small time pharmacy as an assistant. When the owner had died of a heart attack, the kids had refused to keep the business open and had sold the building off and shut down the family-owned business that had been around for almost a hundred years.

Struggling to make ends meet, in a small town, she was faced with the reality that there weren't a lot of job options for a young girl who only got a two year college degree. She'd had to work her way through college, and when she'd got the job offer, she had quit college to work fulltime so she could pay all her bills and catch up on student loans that she'd already had.

Now, she didn't know what she was going to do.

"Kemmy, you know what you need to do?" her cousin said when they were talking on the phone. "Come to the big city and become an egg donor. You aren't using your eggs right now and people pay good money for healthy eggs. According to my boss, Black eggs are in hot demand right now. Almost all donors are White so it makes it hard to find. You'll get paid double what the other donors do. I know it's not a full time job, but it will help you catch up on bills until you find something else, and you can always come move in with me. Maybe I could even get you a job at the fertility clinic where I work."

"Kesha, you know I love you, but I don't know if living with you is such a great idea," Kember told her cousin, worried that the two of them wouldn't be able to get along if they lived in such close quarters.

"At least come visit for a weekend while you figure out the electricity bill issue. I can front you the money if you at least come look at the donor program and see if you'd do it. It's an easy ten grand up front, which would cover your bills for a few months at least if you were careful," Kesha pointed out.

"Okay, I'll come up, but no promises I'll go through with it. I guess it helps that my boyfriend just dumped me a few weeks ago. I don't exactly have anyone to tell me not too," Kember said, "I could use a change of pace anyways."

Kember's boyfriend dumping her is why her bills were overdue. Splitting rent and bills had made this place affordable, he had met someone at work and had broken up with her, swearing he was in love after only knowing this new girl for a few weeks.

After being high school sweethearts and having been together since junior year, at twenty-one, he'd walked away saying he wanted to experience other things in his new life, and this girl made him feel things he didn't know he could feel.

It had hurt,
a lot
.

Feeling irritated towards the whole male species right now, she needed to get over this rut. Loss of job, no boyfriend, no money. She was a smart, capable girl; she could find something that would fix this situation.

She wasn't sure the egg donor thing would be a good choice, but at least getting up to the big city, she could try to put in some résumés. She had nothing holding her back here since her mom died a couple years ago. Her only known relative was her cousin Kesha in Baltimore, a few hour drive from the small town she currently resided in. Maybe moving to the big city wouldn't be so bad. Worried, she just stood there thinking about it for a few minutes.

The power shut off with a static hiss and Kember stood in the dark, staring at her cell phone in her hand.

If she'd been on the fence about the trip before, she was definitely going to do it now; she couldn't survive without hot water and electricity. Lighting a few candles around the small one bedroom apartment, she packed her bags, her laptop, and basic necessities, and then locked the door after blowing out all the candles.

She put the items in her car and started the engine after climbing in. Sitting there for a moment, she took a deep breath and promised herself she wouldn't cry. Just because everything had gone wrong lately, didn't mean it wouldn't turn around.

Once you hit the bottom of the hole, the only way out was up.

Chapter 2

Kember made it up to Baltimore and her cousin's house. She unpacked her things in the spare bedroom and wondered how her cousin could afford such a nice house in an expensive part of town working as a receptionist at a fertility clinic.

"They pay me pretty well, I work weekends, and handle emergency calls sometimes, and making it so I get overtime if I have to come in on the weekends," Kesha told her as she painted her toenails bright pink on her leather couch with cotton balls shoved between her toes.

"The egg donor program is worth looking into. We have a meeting tomorrow if you want to come and get more information." Kesha lifted the polish brush and re-dipped it into the container and finished painting her other foot. "I really think you should do this."

"I'll think about it," Kember told her. "I found a secretary position that I was thinking of going to apply for. I responded to the ad online and sent in my resume already."

"When is it?" Kesha asked as she cleaned up the polish and cotton balls and threw them in the trash at the end of the couch.

"My interview is the day after the donor meeting. I guess I could do both, I was just hoping I'd get the job," Kember admitted to her cousin.

"Oh don't be silly, come to both. You don't have to make a decision that day, but it's worth going too." Kesha got up and smiled at Kember then patted her on the shoulder as she walked past her to the bedroom. "I'm glad you are here. We will find a way to make this work, just be patient, you're gonna be okay."

"I hope so, Kesh, I really do," Kember said, feeling like her whole world was closing in on her and she had no future unless she could get a job that wasn't a dead end.

She went to bed that night, laying there awake, staring at the ceiling.  The room was bare, and Kesha had told her she could decorate it and use it as she wished, but Kember hoped she wouldn't need to stay here long enough to require decorating the space as her own.

Wishful thinking? She wasn't sure.

After a long night of tossing and turning, Kember woke up and showered, ate breakfast and decided to go to the meeting Kesha had been bugging her to attend.

When she walked in that afternoon, she didn't know what she was expecting to find, but a room full of people, ranging in ages, and gender surprised her.

"Today's meeting is on surrogacy, egg adoption and more. We are here just to give out basic information today for those looking to donate, and those who need donations, so please feel free to fill out the questionnaire on the paper we are handing out, and we will answer any questions you may have after the class." A small Asian girl who introduced herself as Kia went on to introduce the information.

It involved a slide show, a movie, and brochures. Kember almost fell asleep during the movie portion of it all, the science behind the fertility didn't really interest her, but the man in the back who was avidly watching everything and taking notes had her fascinated.

He looked to be in his late thirties. He had a well-groomed beard and mustache, and his hair was elegantly styled so it curled around his ears and the nape of his neck. He had blue eyes, and his hair was a reddish blond color. He was fair skinned with a smattering of freckles across his nose that added to his attractiveness.

Kember realized it was his strong jaw line and masculine features that really balanced out the more delicateness of his hair and eye color, making him the perfect blend of pretty and rugged masculinity.

Their eyes met and he looked at her, she felt like he could see straight through to her soul and if she hadn't been so dark skinned, she was sure the blush she felt creeping up her skin would have flashed like a neon sign.

He winked at her. Kember's jaw dropped open and she quickly turned back in her seat to pay attention to Kia's closing on the class, and a reminder to fill out any questions on the paper, and they'd call each person back to discuss any details they might want to know about.

Kember quickly took her leave after the class was over, clutching her papers to her chest. She waved goodbye to her cousin who was on the phone at the front desk.

Getting into her car, she drove back to the house and tossed the papers and brochures on the nightstand next to the double bed. Laying down on it, she stared at the ceiling and realized that she hadn't really paid attention during the class and it probably wasn't the ideal situation for her. If she couldn't even make herself pay attention, how could she possibly make an informed decision to be an egg donor?

Deciding to focus instead on trying to get a job, she put her attention on that interview tomorrow. That was where she would put all her energy. Getting that job. Saving money and getting on her own two feet.