It seems as if she’s taking the news well. I mean, so far so good. She didn’t turn and run. She stayed and let me fuck her.

I play with her hair as we lie entwined on the couch.

My legs are wrapped around hers, and her back pushes against my chest and abdomen.

I’m surprised at myself. It had been easier to confess my problem than I thought.

Once I felt those cinnamon eyes on me, filled with understanding, it just came out.

Of course. I could see the disbelief in her eyes as she listened to me, but there was something else there as well.

I think it was compassion―a genuine desire to help and make the issue go away.

The sort of quality you want in a mother.

Mother.

I roll the word around my mouth for a bit, tasting it, exploring it and combining it with her name.

She’ll make a great mother. From what I’ve seen so far, she’s natural mom material. I’m not sure how I’ll go myself, but Rose will do the perfect job.

There’s a little inward chuckle as I mentally write a job description for a mother.

Wanted—woman of many talents.

To fulfill this role, you will need to have eyes in the back of your head, be able to cope with little sleep, settle disputes with minimal resources at the drop of a hat, be prepared to be challenged, and be available twenty-four seven with no holidays ever.Management skills are essential, as is the ability to attend to any emergency whatsoever and to be on call at all times. There are no leave entitlements and the contract is for life.

If you are interested, call here.

Would Rose have applied if she’d read my job ad?

I bet most of the those women on those social media sites wanting to have my baby would have second thoughts if it were put to them like this, too.

Rose turns toward me, and I feast my eyes on her tits. I love her pink nipples. They jut out and are the soft pink you would use to paint the bedroom of a baby girl.

Fuck, I really do have babies on the brain. When the hell did that happen?

“And…” she says as she strokes my chest. I watch her finger draw little circles and swirls on my skin. Her touch is gentle, and it leaves me burning with desire.

“And what?” I laugh. If I’m supposed to know what she’s asking, I haven’t got a fucking clue.

“And what now?”

I’m not sure if that’s really what she was going to ask, or if her real question is left unasked. I get the impression there’s more hidden in that ‘and’, but she’s not sure how to put it.

“How about a little drink?” She bats her eyelashes at me.

There’s no saying no to that.

I untangle myself from her beautiful curves and head over to my little built-in bar. It takes me no time at all to prepare two glasses for a cocktail.

Rose joins me, and I feel her hands on my back and around my waist. My body is enveloped with warmth, and my cock is stirring again.

This woman has a magic touch. She seems to be able to snap her fingers and, click, my body responds.

“Cocktail?” I ask and try my hardest to concentrate on what I’m doing. It is becoming increasingly difficult to think straight with her hands all over me. If I’m not careful, my brain will stop working and leave my cock in charge.

“Yes please,” she murmurs and licks her lips. Her fingers by now are stroking my growing cock, feather-like. Her touch is so soft, I have to check if she’s using her fingers and not blowing her warm breath on it.

Fuck. I’ve dropped an ice cube.

“Oh, thank you.” She chuckles and picks it up. “Crumbs from the Sire’s table. We’re being generous today,” she quips. “Shall I put it in my mouth and hold it open to receive a drop of your precious load?”

Her eyes sparkle, and I shake my head.

With increasing fascination and a quick growing dick, I watch her run the ice cube down my belly toward the tip of my now erect cock. When the ice rubs over my tip, shock waves of pleasure rip through me.

Fuck. What is she doing to me?

Rose giggles and moves the ice along the length of my massive member, around its base, and back up again. It’s as if she’s trying to extinguish the flames of desire burning within me.

But all that she’s doing is fanning them. Fire and ice, pleasure and pain, they work in unison.

I’ve stopped preparing our drinks. I’m unable to string a coherent thought together, and I’m not even sure I’d be able to say my name if I was asked what it is.

Rose now drops to her knees and stares at my cock. Standing erect and at attention, it’s quivering in anticipation.

At this point, I may just spray my cum all over at the slightest touch.

The cold is still lingering on my skin, and when Rose bends forward to blow a gentle kiss on my tip, I nearly faint from the pleasure.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m dizzy from the excitement building in me. I know any second she’s going to wrap those lips around my throbbing fucking cock and suck on it for all she’s worth.

But nothing happens.

My eyes find hers. She’s simply staring at my cock, feasting on it, devouring it with her eyes.

Then she looks at me.

“I thought you promised me a drink,” she says with a pout.

I shake my head.

“Um…” I try to focus, but it’s difficult with the haze in my head.

“How about some Baileys and ice?” she suggests, and I rummage around my bottles until I find what the lady asks for.

She stays kneeling in front of me. I hand her the drink.

“Thank you,” she murmurs and dips her finger into the glass. I watch her take it out and lick off the liquid.

“Mmm,” she murmurs and then puts her finger back in the glass. Wide-eyed, I watch her drip some of her drink onto my pulsing cock.

The cool liquid sends pleasure pulsing through me. When she then gently laps up the droplets, I feel as if I’m going to fucking explode with pleasure.

“That’s better,” she says. “Sweet and salty mixed with sexual desire and lust.”

When her hot lips leave my cool cock, I want to just shove it right into her fucking pussy. For a microsecond, I don’t even fucking care I’m not wearing a condom.

But before I can act on my desire, she’s dripped more of her cocktail on my cock, and I shiver in anticipation.

Her tongue darts out, cleaning the dripping liquid off me and continuing to lick the length of my shaft for good measure.

“Ohhhhh,” I groan, unable to form any coherent words.

Is this woman real? Or is she a witch? If she had green eyes, I might be tempted to think I’d caught myself a witch, who was now using her wicked ways with me.

Whatever she is, I don’t fucking care. I just need to shove my throbbing fucking cock into her, into some part of her, any fucking part of her.

When she pours some more of her drink over me, I nearly go insane. Then she puts her mouth over my cock and starts to suck and lick and suck.

Explosions rip through me. My mind has gone completely blank and is filled with a hazy fog of intense lust. I need to fuck her.

As if reading my mind, Rose increases her speed and rhythm and bobs up and down on me, giving me a blowjob like I’ve never had one before.

The mixed sensations make me feel as if I’ve jumped out of a plane and am now floating weightless through the sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud.

I can feel my cum building in my balls, a tingling at the base of my spine, and I know that any second, I’m going to shoot the most humungous load down her pretty little throat.

My abs contract and flex again, and then my body stiffens. It’s coming. Any second.

Fuck.

“Roooooseeee,” I yelp and shoot my cream into her mouth.

I keep going and going, and she drinks every last drop of it.

When I finally finish, I collapse on the floor next to her.

She’s licking her lips.

“Not bad,” she comments. “Just the right combination of sweet and salty.”

I smile at her.

And then I lean forward to kiss her.

I start slow and gentle, picking up the taste of my own cum and Bailey’s on ice. Something stirs in me. My kiss becomes more demanding, and I force myself up on her.

I don’t ask permission, I just push my tongue into her mouth and practically reach for her fucking tonsils. I want to share in the taste of me she’s just had.

As I do, time slows down. There’s nothing else but Rose, me, and the sexual tension and lust between us. There’s no condom problem or anything else.

Nothing else exists. We are one.

We’re fucking perfect for each other, and right now?

I want to fuck her again.