LET'S MAKE A BABY...
1792 Words
GEORGINA SWIFT
“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He asked.
“Um, no,” I shyly say, unable to look at him anymore now that he is here.
“So, what is a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?”
“I guess the same reason that everyone has for coming here,” I respond.
He laughs gently, exposing his perfect teeth.
He stood tall and broad-shouldered, exuding an aura of strength and power. His eyes were sharp and piercing, demanding attention. His jaw was strong and square, his expression one of authority and command.
“I have never seen you here before. Do you often come here?” he asks, his voice soft and inviting.
The woman feels her heart beat faster, and she can’t believe this is happening.
“I do; well, I used to back in the days before I left Canada, but now I’m back,” I say, trying to sound calm and collected.
He nods his head quietly.
“I have never seen you here before. Do you work here?” I ask, getting a little comfortable.
It must be the drink kicking in.
The man smiles, making my cheeks turn red.
“By your question, I am assuming that you do not know who I am, but I am not complaining. I adore that. It means you can get to know me as time goes on, princess,”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
“W-what? Sir?”
“Ooh, baby girl. Calling me that can only cause trouble. How about you call me by my name? I am Chase, and what is your name?”
I turn to look at him, and his eyes are locked on mine, I feel myself getting lost in his magnetic eyes again.
“I'm… well, I,” I start, and then realise I have forgotten my own name. “It’s… uh…” I stammer and feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, so I quickly look away.
But he just smiles and says,
“That’s okay. I’ll just call you Princess,”
I feel a wave of relief wash over me, and I laugh.
“That’s not a bad nickname,” I say, and he laughs with me. “So, beautiful,”
Suddenly, the door in the bar opens, and three bartenders walk in, reporting for duty.
The man stands and stops them before they walk in further. I am surprised by his authority and the staff’s discipline.
“I’m closing the bar tonight. Help out in the club as you know it always needs extra hands on this day. Don’t let anyone in here,” He orders, causing my heart to palpitate.
My heart beat so fast in adrenaline. I was excited, but at the same time, I was very nervous.
Chase is undoubtedly handsome; the way he carries himself reminds me of Lucas. Even though his d**k does not erect, he makes me feel so hot. If he did not have any erectile dysfunction, I swear it wouldn’t be safe in here for him or both of us.
“Got that, sir!” The three men and one woman say before they make their way out and close the door.
“So, you own this club, huh?” I ask as soon as the man returns and sits on the same seat.
“Yeah, I do, but I don’t work here. I had a long day at work, so I came to relieve myself from the day. I am interested to know your reason for being here all alone tonight. What brought you here?” He curiously asks again.
“Well,” I try to think of something. “I just… it’s the same reason as yours,”
“I see,” He finishes off his glass of whiskey and then asks, “Would you like another drink?”
“I am not trying to get drunk,” I answered briefly.
“Got you. So, what would you like to have then?” He asks, getting up to get her a drink.
“I’ll have a Martini, please,”
The man poured their drinks in front of her while she watched them come around and settled down with her.
“Martini for you, Princess, and whiskey neat for me,”
“Thank you,” I said, taking a sip. “It’s good,”
“Without a doubt. I am far too good with this,” Chase boasts. “Before I bought this club and revamped it, I was an employee here. I was passionate about being a barrister, but of course, I always had other ambitions,”
Chase slowly but not fully opens up to me.
“So, what do you do now?” In curiously asked.
Chase smiled.
“Curious to find out?” He asked seductively.
The woman
I gasp.
“I figured you would want to tell me since I am closed up in here with you, sir. I can’t help but wonder what your wife would think if she walked in on us right now,” I say, facing him with my body.
Chase follows my eyes, slowly runs his eyes down my body, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, then back to my face.
“We aren’t doing anything wrong, are we?”
So he does have a girlfriend. Could it still be that crazy one?
“Yes, sir,”
I answered, although I wonder why he is having so much effect on me.
“I told you my name is Chase. You can only call me sir when you have to,”
“I am curious; why does it bother you so much?,” I ask.
“Curiosity killed a cat, princess,”
We laughed and spent private time talking and laughing while we kept getting more drinks.
An hour turned to hours, and I was already drunk, and by the time I wanted to leave, it was already late. My father is going to kill me!
“It’s late, I need to go now,” She said.
“How will you get home?” Chase asked.
“My car,”
I attempt to stand, but my body is now weak due to the amount of alcohol I drank. I couldn’t stand steady, so Chase instantly got up and held my little body, hugging me into his chest.
I look up at him, surprised. Chase stared back down at me intensely, and his firm grip around my waist got tighter.
“Did you get me drunk on purpose, sir?” I breathlessly asked.
Just then, Chase picked me up and placed my butt on the countertop, getting between my legs and kissing me on the lips so passionately with a little aggression.
His hand went up into my hair and grasped it a little harder.
I wanted to pull away, but I was already too invested in the kiss.
His actions remind me of the moment I had with Lucas in his office. The touch, the affection, and the aggression.
I want it, but how can a handsome man with strong arms and hands like him not get aroused? It is a shame and disappointment because I would have loved to have him right here on this countertop. I am so moist between my legs under my dress, which rolled up and is exposing my thighs now.
I’m getting married tomorrow. If anything, all I want is to enjoy the last few hours of my freedom.
Chase’s free hand slid up my thigh under my dress. I could feel where the hand was going… I was getting too excited that I even moaned,
“Yes, yes… even if it's with only the hand,” I plead in my mind,
but Chase stopped instantly and pulled out his hand.
I gasped and shot my eyes open.
“Do you still want to call me sir, princess?” Chase asks.
I’m dumbfounded. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t process it all at the same time.
“Let’s get you home, Princess,” He said, putting me down on my feet.
I’m breathless, disappointed, and above all, I am feeling embarrassed.
“I’ll be fine,”
***
Stumbling my way to the car, cussing and beating myself, someone behind me scoops me up on their shoulder and take me in a different direction.
I scream, struggling to get off, but they throw me in the back of their car and get in with me.
“Chase!” I call out, shocked.
Without saying anything, he holds my face and devours my lips.
“Let’s make a baby,” He whispers between the kiss.
“What!?” This may sound like a crazy idea, but I f*****g love it! “I am not having a baby out of marriage, Chase,” I say.
“Then let’s get married!”
With that being said, he pulls me on top of him and lifts my dress.
“But, I thought…” I was about to say it when he grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge.
“You thought what, Princess?”
I gasp and look at him in the eye.
“You… you are aroused,”
“You sound surprised, Princess… do you want to give it a ride?” He asked, nibbling my neck with his tongue.
I unbuckle his pants and the big, curved man jumps up. I waste no time and spit on it and give it a little hand massage before I get up a little and shift my thong to the side. While doing so, he puts his finger in my coochie and says,
“Wet and slippery… just how I like it.”
After getting into position, he slide himself in slowly, and I can feel my tight walls stretching again after a very long time.
“Oh, Chase,” I moan, throwing my head to the back as I slowly hump. He fondles my perky breast and groan.
“You are so tight, Babe,” He says and cusses, biting his lower lip.
Sex! This s*x is good. I don’t want it to end. Can this moment last forever?
“Are you going to make me your wife, Chase?” I ask, breathing heavily on top of him.
“Yeah, baby… aah, f**k!”
“I’m getting married tomorrow,” I say.
“Do you love him?”
“No.” I quickly say.
“Good…” He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me closer to him. “Because we are getting married today.”
He thrust, beneath me and empties his seeds inside of me.
My dad is going to kill me for real.
***
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