Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 04

"Why did you say you'd marry The Boyfriend then?"

"I had a room full of people staring at me, expecting me to say yes! And..." She falters.

"And what?"

"And you never asked."

I thought every warhead had already fallen on me, but apparently she'd been saving one back.

There was only one question I could ask: "Would you have said yes if I had?"

"I don't know. Not yet, anyway," she admits.

"Precisely. You told me you weren't going to make your mind up until after our week together. That's what you said! As long as I've loved you -- and I'm telling you, that's been a fucking really long time -- I've always respected your relationship with him, and I don't think you understand how fucking hard it is..."

I stop and breathe deeply, fighting to rein myself back in.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Don't be." She smiles sympathetically again.

"So you really want to marry him?" I ask, knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway.

"Yes." Ouch. "But I want your baby."

"I don't know I can do that anymore..."

"I'd understand if you didn't want to, but there's a reason I picked you. It's because I know I can't marry both of you, but this way, I get to keep you in my life forever too. Divorces happen, but no-one could take away that we had a child together."

I stare into her beautiful grey-blue eyes. She kisses me, so soft, so much love, and I remember that it doesn't matter how much it may hurt me, as long as she is happy.

"I can't say 'no' to you," I tell her.

She smiles. "I want you to do it because you want to, not because you feel you have to or..."

"I want to. I want to have a baby with you."

And I really do.

She kisses me again. I take a second, savour the moment, enjoy just being with her.

"Do you want your present?" I ask.

"Oooh, presents!" she claps her hands like a kid, and I can't help grinning at how cute she is.

I take a small jewellery box from my pocket and give it to her. She opens it.

"I got you a diamond too." It's a barbell for a body piercing with a diamond at one end. "I got it for your clit, but if you don't want to wear that anymore then I thought you could still use it in your navel, or..."

She cuts me off by forcing her lips against mine, and her tongue down my throat.

"I love it," she says. "Put it in for me."

She stands in front of me and lifts the front of her dress, admittedly, not needing to lift it far. Her slit is soaking; her clit is hard and protruding -- my dick is following suit.

"Are you sure? I thought you were worried about how horny it made you?

"Yeah... turns out that didn't help. I guess you've just released the naughty girl that was always inside me," and she flashes that naughty grin that I so love.

I slide the piercing through the hole in her clit hood, and she shivers and wriggles and moans as I screw it secure.

"You'd better not go dancing on the bar with that thing in -- you'll start a stampede!"

She giggles. "The bar did get a bit busier after I got up there." She rubs her fingers over her new jewellery, groaning loudly. "Oh God, it feels so good! Is it bigger or something?"

"Yeah, I thought you might like that. I noticed your brother couldn't take his eyes off you..."

A flash of filth in her eyes. "What are you implying?" she grins.

"I'm not implying anything. I'm saying straight out that your brother wants to fuck you."

"Oh my God!" she laughs, twirling away from me. "You're so wicked!"

She dances around the changing room, her high heels clicking, her body swaying, her dress clinging on for dear life.

"Y'know, that's his seat. When he gets changed for rugby."

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, she strides to me and straddles my lap.

"Do you want to fuck me here?"

"Now? Won't people come looking for you?"

"We'd better be quick then." She unzips my fly and pulls out my already hard cock. "I told you, you would be the first in my pierced pussy. I can't wait another second."

She lowers herself all the way onto my pole in one long push, and orgasms immediately, her cum going off like a fountain and soaking my shirt. I hold on, keeping her upright until she recovers enough to giggle at the mess she's made.

"I do like you in a suit, but I think you'd better take this off." She tugs at my jacket and shirt, revealing my pierced nipple. She smiles as she sees the surprise I had for her -- my barbell has the letter E for Emma on it.

"So you're always near my heart," I whisper.

She licks and sucks it into her mouth, and it makes hot clicking sounds against her tongue stud.

"You seem a bit happier since the last time we spoke," I tease. "So, what happened at school? Did you speak to the Head?"

"Not exactly..." she pulls the straps of her dress together, bunched in the centre, to expose her nipple piercings.

"What happened?"

She begins gyrating slowly on my prick, letting it fill her, exploring how it feels over every cell in her glorious, tight cunt.

"I promised the boy I'd fuck him when he turned sixteen."

"You're fucking with me!"

"Yes, but no," she laughs, changing her movements from horizontal to vertical, fucking her hole with my pole.

"When's that?"

"The week after half term."

"Seriously? Are you going to do it?"

"It's bought me some time to decide. Oh God, this feels too good."

I grab her hips and begin thrusting up to meet her motions.

"This may be the worst thing I've ever done," she breathes.

"Tell me."

"I'm fucking another man, just minutes after agreeing to marry my boyfriend, in a room a few yards from where my whole family are celebrating my birthday, and in the spot where my brother is regularly naked."

"That's pretty fucking hot," I tell her.

"You're so good. I've missed this so much." Her pussy embraces my cock, milking me as my thrusts speed up.

"It turns you on that we're fucking in your brother's spot, doesn't it?"

She groans.

"It turns you on that your brother wants to fuck you, doesn't it?"

"Oh God!"

"You want to fuck him, don't you? You want to fuck your brother."

She kisses me, hot and wet, as passionate as I've ever seen her.

"You're fucking amazing. You're an angel, a goddess, a slut, all in one. Impossible, but perfect."

"I am a slut. I'm your slut. Oh God." Her bounces on me become urgent. "I'll do any perverted thing you want. Anything, I swear."

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"I'm nearly there," I pant. I fuck up into her with all my might.

"Cum inside me!" she yells, and we orgasm together with such a bang that it's like the universe has been recreated. That she's engaged to The Boyfriend no longer matters. Everything is new; everything is bright. The sun, the planets, the moon, the stars -- all there, all beautiful.

But not as beautiful as the phenomenal creature sat astride me.

"I'm not sure I can take a whole week of this," I whisper.

She giggles. "I know. You'd better rest up. I want your cum filling me up all week long. I'm going to make another little person with you."

I kiss her; all the hurt is gone for now, because we're together.

"I don't know any way I could love you more," I tell her.

"Wait until you see what I'm going to do for you next week!" she teases, with a wink.