“I don’t know. I guess, I…” My words faded. I wasn’t sure what to say.
“Kaylee,” Gerald stroked his thumb across my hand. He sighed heavily then looked me in the eyes. “I need an heir. You need a new lifestyle away from your previous one plus money for school. You were considering being a surrogate for money for school--”
I opened my mouth to say something, but when the words dissipated from my mind, I closed my mouth.
“You aren’t against having a baby or having money for school as long as you get to raise the baby. Right?” he asked. He looked unsure of himself.
His look wasn’t something I had seen. He always seemed so confident and assertive with everything he said and did. Not now. Now he looked like he was holding his breath, waiting for me to answer.
What was my answer? Was I ready to be a mom… a mom to my very own child, who I would raise? I was only nineteen. I hadn’t even started college or experienced life. However, deep down, the thought of being a mom excited me. Having a little one, who I’d love for all eternity and give them the childhood I never had.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that,” I replied softly. “My mind had been on surrogacy and giving the baby up. I hadn’t thought of being a--” I cut my words off.
“Mom?” Gerald asked before kissing the top of my hand. I nodded in response. “Don’t think you’d be a good mom?”
“I would,” I snapped in offense.
Gerald chuckled.
“Sorry,” I sighed. “I think I’d be a good mom.”
“Then why not grant me my wish?” he smiled dramatically, making me giggle.
“Gerald’s wish?” He nodded in response. “That’s quite a wish Gerald. Not a simple birthday wish.”
“I know. And, this isn’t like me.” He let go of my hands and ran one of his through his hair. “When my friend pitched the idea of a surrogate, I worried about how I’d raise a kid on my own. Sure, I could have a nanny, but that’s not what a kid needs. Fuck. That’s how I was raised and I fucking hated it...
“...It’s miserable when you don’t see your parents for weeks on end because they’re too busy working or vacationing,” he continued. “I don’t want that for my kid. A surrogate would never work.”
“And you think it’d work with me?” I asked, looking him in the eyes.
“I think so,” he nodded. “There’s just something that tells me you’d be a good mom. The kid would have your care. Plus, I think you and I would get along great so there wouldn’t end up being a custody battle. You’d raise my heir, receive compensation, go to school, and never want for anything… And have lots of fun times,” he grinned.
The wordfunreminded me of thefunwe had a few hours ago. I throbbed at the word. My pussy ached but still, I craved for more. A lot more.
“Sex?” I asked.
“Everything sexual.” He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I trembled at the touch. “Unless you don’t want anymore--”
“Yes!” I hadn’t meant to shout my reply, but that’s exactly what I did. I groaned and shook my head. “Sorry,” I whispered.
“Relax. No big deal,” he smiled. I could tell he was holding back a laugh.
“I just mean that I figured you wouldn’t want sex from me after today,” I admitted bashfully.
“Why would you think that?” he frowned.
“I just assumed…” I shrugged, in a piss poor attempt to play off my embarrassment.
“Why wouldn’t I want more of--” He grabbed my pussy possessively. My body trembled and I gasped. “Why wouldn’t I want more of this delicious pussy?”
“Gerald,” I moaned.
“Yes, beautiful?” he smirked then moved his hand from between my thighs.
“Is it bad that I’m sore, but still want you to fuck me?”
Something in his eyes shifted. They shifted to a look of desire.
