Page 9 of Preston's Luck

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“Uh, thank you,” a voice I know so well says causing me to snap my head up. Tori. Tori is here. In a fertility clinic. What could she possibly be doing here?

“Doctor? Mr. Macfayden is here. He wants to see you before your next appointment.” She looks up and her eyes dart around the room until she finds me.

“Uh… I should go. I have to be at work in an hour,” Tori says, her face impossibly red. She runs out of the room, the door slamming behind her as she does.

“I’ll be back later,” I say tucking my phone in my pocket and taking off after my girl. Outside, she's walking briskly away from the building. I catch up to her in a couple of strides. Grabbing her arm, I stop her in her tracks. Without a word, I drop my head and take her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and moans into my mouth. "You left," I say dumbly.

"I had an audition. I was going to come back but I couldn't remember where you lived. I figured if we were meant to know one another, we'd find each other again," she says shrugging. Damn right. I'd have done whatever the hell it took to get her back.

"I see. And what were you doing in there?" I ask, using my thumb to gesture back to the clinic.

"Um… I decided to be a surrogate to pay for school. My sister and best friends thought this was the only way to get out of Almont."

"You don't really want to go to school."

"No, I don't. I want to be a mom. I thought I could stay in my baby's life. Wait. What were you doing there?"

"I needed an heir. My friends and I thought it was the best way to get them."

"What now?" She asks.

"Make an heir? It's a win-win. I'd never make you stay away from our baby."

"What about when one of us meets someone else and wants to get married." I clench my fists at my side. Over my dead fucking body will either of us marry someone else.

"We can deal with that later," I lie. The only husband she'll have is me.

"Okay. Let's make a baby. I mean have a baby," she says giggling.

"I've heard it both ways, but that first way is going to be such fun, don't you think?"

She nods vigorously causing me to chuckle. For the first time in my adult life, I blow off work entirely. Taking her hand, I all but drag her to my Escalade and deposit her into the passenger seat. I can hear her giggling even after I close the door. Once in the car, I buckle up while using the Bluetooth to call Tyler, my assistant, and have him reschedule all my appointments for another time. I don’t even give a fuck when or if they are scheduled for, to be honest. Right now, all I can think about is sliding back between the most perfect thighs God ever created. Those thighs. Fuck, my cock hardens in my pants and I am about to lose it. I fucking know it.

Driving faster than I should, it still takes thirty-five minutes to get to my apartment, fucking traffic. I peel into my parking space, throw it in park, and get out of the car, jogging around the back of the car to help her out of the passenger seat. I close the door and pin her to the door. I kiss her softly before she moans, and instinct takes over.

“I bet you do this with all the girls,” she says. My head snaps up.

“That’s the second time you’ve said something like that to me,” I say moving closer to her, crowding her even more. Covering her. Shielding her from prying eyes. I should take her upstairs and do this with a little privacy, but I can’t. I have to make her understand this now.

“Believe me or not, but this pussy,” I say reaching into her jeans and under her panties in order to run my fingers through her soaking wet folds. “This pussy right here is the only one I’ve ever seen in real life, tasted, been inside with my fingers or my cock. This pussy is the first and if I have my way the only pussy I’ll ever know. Do you understand?” I ask, pumping my finger in and out of her tight heat over and over. Her muscles squeeze around my fingers until I know she’s about to come. “Answer me, little girl,” I whisper in her ear and bite her exposed neck. The muscles in her neck are tight and she rises up on her tiptoes.

“Y-y-yesssss,” she moans. “How are you so good at that?” she asks as I bring my finger to my mouth to taste her sweet, sweet pussy juice.


Tags: M.K. Moore Erotic