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  Sophia grinned when she saw how hard I was.

  With one hand, I gripped my cock and stroked it, tugging hard, brushing the tip against Sophia’s face.

  She opened her mouth. Her tongue lightly brushed against the tip.

  “Suck it,” I said, holding the tip against her lips.

  Sophia obliged with great expertise. She licked the length of my shaft, teasing me with her tongue as her soft lips brushed against me. She cupped my balls with one hand and used the other to stroke my cock. She licked the tip, lathering it in her spit. Her mouth opened wide, and she sucked me inside her hot, velvety mouth.

  A soft groan erupted from the back of my throat. Fuck, it felt wonderful.

  Sophia sucked me deeper into her mouth. It was so intense, I found it impossible not to grab her head and face fuck her, something she enjoyed.

  She worked my balls, sucking harder as her other hand slipped down inside her panties.

  I smiled when I saw the rhythmic movement. “Finger yourself,” I said.

  She moaned and sucked me, while finger fucking herself.

  “Fuck yeah,” I murmured, hitting the back of her throat.

  It became so heated and sensual, I wanted to shoot my load down her throat, but savoring the moment was my main agenda. I pulled out of her mouth and gripped my cock, rubbing it against her face once more.

  “Turn around.”

  Sophia grinned as I gave her little orders. She looked back over her shoulder, giving me a sweet, teasing smile. Being in control was a power rush, and I loved it.

  I bent down behind her and kissed the arch of her back, then her supple, round ass.

  Small giggles escaped her, and she writhed under my touch.

  I gripped her ass hard and gave her a playful slap. Not too hard, but enough to sting a little.

  She pushed her ass back against me.

  I rubbed my cock in between her buttocks. The soft lace of her panties were wet. I smiled and languished her with four more slaps on her right cheek.

  Sophia let out surprised gasps, which became throaty and sexy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I asked, caressing her ass.

  “Yes,” she replied, looking back at me, her arousal burning in her eyes.

  Not saying another word, I gently ran my hands up and down her thighs. I rolled her panties down over her ass and legs, easing them off, until she was naked on all fours. I parted her legs a little, enough for me to tease her. I inched my fingertips between her legs.

  Sophia bucked at my touch. She was wet and ready for me.

  I rested a hand on the small of her back, and I slid a finger over her clit, stroking her a few times.

  “Fuck me,” Sophia begged.

  “Not so fast,” I replied, and increased the speed of my strokes.

  Her little nub swelled beneath my touch. Sophia gasped, pushing herself against my hand. She was edging closer to an orgasm.

  Stopping at the pivotal moment, I gently tugged at her hair, winding the long black strands around my fist. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

  Sophia’s blazing eyes met mine once more. “I’m aching for you.”

  Her words caused my cock to twitch in my hand. I opened her legs wide and brushed myself against her until I thrust inside her hard.

  Sophia let out a high-pitched squeal.

  I moved in and out of her, slowly at first, relishing the sensation of her warm, wet pussy. My speed increased as Sophia’s moans grew deeper. I plunged hard, digging my nails into her hips.

  “Harder,” she cried, panting as our bodies slapped together.

  My pace increased, and she pushed back to meet my every thrust.

  “Ash, I’m close. I’m gonna . . .”

  I drilled into her like a wild, ferocious beast. There was no stopping me. My balls tingled.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, and ploughed into her.

  “Ooooooh, yessssss . . .” Several gasping moans burst from Sophia’s lips.

  The sound of her cries as she climaxed drove me to the point of no return. I pulled out of her.

  She turned around, knelt in front of me, and took my cock in her mouth. Sophia sucked me hard and fast.

  Before I could let her know, I shot thick ropes of cum into her mouth.

  “Aaaaaah.” A low guttural groan escaped me as Sophia moaned and swallowed my seed, sucking me dry.

  I pulled myself out of her mouth.

  She looked up at me and smiled. “Maybe I was hungry after all,” she purred.

  “That was unexpected,” I replied.

  Sophia stood, wrapped her arms around my waist, and kissed the skull tattoo on my neck. “And that’s what makes it worthwhile.”

  I kissed her on the nose and took her hand, leading her toward my bedroom.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “Round two,” I replied with a wink and closed the door behind us.

  I lay on my pillow and watched Sophia stir from her sleep. Her tanned complexion and dark hair made her enviably beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her full pink lips and desperately wanted to wake her with a kiss.

  I abstained.

  Her eyes flickered open. “Have you been watching me sleep all this time?”

  “Maybe.” I grinned.

  She turned on her side and fixed the pillow under her head. “I’ve never been with a man like you before.”

  “A man like me?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “You’re so damaged,” she admitted.

  Her honesty caught me off guard. “Being damaged doesn’t make me weak.”

  “Of course not,” she replied. “But you are very different to anyone I’ve ever slept with.”

  I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

  “Have I offended you?” she asked.

  “No,” I said, turning my head to look at her. “I’ve never been with anyone so brutally honest. You’re not afraid to say what you think, which is slightly unnerving and sexy.”

  “I care, to a degree, but the way I was raised has me speaking my mind.” She smiled. “It can, however, play havoc on my life, and I tend to say things without thinking first.”

  “I’ve noticed.” I smirked.

  “You can blame my parents. They are responsible for everything.” She chuckled.

  “So, this,” I said in an awkward tone. “This isn’t the start of something, you know.”

  She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Ash, you don’t have to worry about me getting ideas. I’m a big girl. I know how these things work.”

  I was relieved. I had an awful feeling she would have thrown a tantrum. The sex was great, but I couldn’t consider anything more than that.

  “You can use the shower, if you like. My mother leaves enough girly shit lying around the place. I’m sure I can grab you some shampoo and other stuff,” I said.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to linger anymore than I already have.” Her face grew serious.

  “Honestly, be my guest,” I replied, and sat up.

  She smiled and sat up beside me. “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?”

  “For judging you that day at the zoo.”

  “Okay,” I replied. “Forget it.”

  “And the first call out I did with you, I should have listened to you, but I wanted to make an ass out of you.”

  Ouch, that stings a little, I thought.

  “Okay.” I nodded and tried not to show that I was taken aback by her words.

  “I’m a bitch, and I know it,” she said, and got out of the bed. She walked around the bed, naked and looking sexier than ever. “And this was such a fucking bad idea.”

  The mood changed drastically.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “This whole thing is wrong.”

  I got out of bed and walked over to her, reaching for her. “Sophia, don’t say that.”

  “Listen, thanks for
the offer of using the shower, but I really need to go.” She walked out of the room and found her clothes in the living room. She started getting dressed.

  “Sophia, I don’t get it.” I looked at her with confusion.

  “You are a nice guy, Ash. You deserve better than this. Better than some meaningless hook up.”

  I stood and watched her. She was angry and upset, and I didn’t know what to do or say.

  “But I told you not even five minutes ago that I wasn’t interested in anything more,” I said.

  “Exactly,” she said. “And I’m the stupid idiot who’s opened that door for you.”

  “What door?” I shook my head.

  She walked up to me, touched my chest, and shrugged. “You have a good heart. Don’t destroy it by being a loose cannon.”

  Sophia grabbed her bag from the sofa and marched straight for the front door. She glanced back at me and looked away before opening the door and slamming it shut behind her.

  Of all the crazy and weirdest exits in my life, that was one of them. I was completely bamboozled. One minute, she was fine. The next, she flipped out.

  Running a hand across the back of my head, I walked back to my room, and sat on the edge of the bed. Women confused me to the point I was sure they would drive me crazy. I didn’t get the sudden U-turn, and I suspected that Sophia was nearly as fucked up as me. That’s never a good combination when it comes to fuck buddies.

  By the time Jake came home, I was back to my almost normal self. All traces of Sophia were gone. I switched off my mind to her strange exit, and went straight back into daddy mode.

  “Daddy,” Jake shouted, and sprang into my arms.

  “Hey, buddy, I missed you.” I hugged him tight and nuzzled his neck.

  “I missed you, too, but guess what?” he asked in an excited tone.

  “What?”

  “Maw-Maw and Gramps are getting me a puppy,” he declared.

  I looked at Connie’s mother, Michelle, confused.

  “Oh, we are only discussing it,” she said.

  Jake looked at her and pulled his best sulking face. “But you promised.”

  “Yes, I did, but remember what our deal is?” Michelle replied.

  Jake nodded.

  She smiled at me and winked, handing Jack his overnight bag. “Why don’t you take this to your room, and let me and your daddy talk.”

  I set Jake down.

  He sulked and walked down to his room.

  “A puppy?”

  Michelle laughed and followed me into the kitchen. “John and I made a deal with him. He has to learn to sleep on his own, and if he tries really hard, we will get him a puppy. The dog will be his little buddy when he sleeps over with us,” she said, and sat down at the breakfast bar.

  “I see,” I replied.

  Michelle stared at me and pursed her lips. “Ash, I know that look.”

  I sighed.

  “We aren’t trying to take control,” she said. “But your mother told me that Jake’s still having trouble staying in his own bed at night. We experienced it ourselves last night. He became quite unsettled when John insisted on him sleeping alone.”

  She meant well. For the most part, I was glad they saw how difficult Jake could be, but to bargain with a four-year-old was dangerous territory.

  “I really wish you had discussed this with me beforehand,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

  Michelle reached across the counter and touched the back of my hand. “Ash, honey, we don’t want to hurt you by not consulting with you. It’s just a puppy, something that will occupy him when he is with us. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

  Michelle seemed to have the gift of smoothing everything over when the going got tough. It reminded me of the first day Connie and I began our journey into the world of egg harvesting.

  It was just after six-thirty a.m. Connie hadn’t spoken to me all morning.

  We sat in her parent’s dining room, neither of us daring to discuss what we were about to do.

  Michelle came into the room and grabbed the untouched cup of cold coffee.

  The tension in the air was heavy. I hated feeling as if I wasn’t the man my wife needed.

  “Is this how you two are going to behave? It’s much too early in the day for such drama,” Michelle remarked.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I replied.

  Connie glared at me, her eyes filling with tears. “No, Ash prefers to hang his head in the sand.”

  I didn’t reply. I stood and left the room, walking out of the house. The cool, crisp morning air enveloped me, and I let out a deep sigh.

  I loved my wife more than life itself. I could never think of a world without her in it. No matter how much I tried to persuade her to forget her crazy idea of having a baby, she pulled away from me. I wanted her to concentrate on treatment and getting better. Connie, being the stubborn woman she was, refused to listen to anything I had to say.

  “She was like this as a child,” a voice said from behind me.

  I turned and saw Michelle.

  She placed a cigarette between her lips, lit it, and inhaled deeply.

  “I wish she would just listen to me.” I shook my head.

  “She won’t, Ashley. She’s obsessed, and there is nothing anyone can do to change her mind.”

  Staring at the ground, I let out another long breath. “I’m so afraid for her.”

  “Honey, we all are, but the best thing we all can do is be here for her, support her, and help you both through it,” Michelle replied in a soft voice.

  I wasn’t in the mood for the calm that seemed to flow from Michelle’s every pore. She radiated so much warmth and light. At times, I found it suffocating. Yet, I knew this was where she drew her strength from.

  “She’s been getting all the symptoms of morning sickness, but there will never be a baby growing inside her. Is it really worth it all?”

  “Once you hold your child in your hands, you know that everything will have been worth it.” Michelle smiled.

  It felt odd to stand there, listening to her tell me how everything would be all right. Inside, I was screaming. Before I had a chance to even express my feelings, Connie came out of the house and looked at me.

  “We better go,” she said.

  I looked at my watch and my stomach did a double spin. “Already?”

  “Ash, don’t be like this, please.” Connie reached out and touched my arm.

  I couldn’t help it. I melted every time I looked at her. She was my sole purpose for waking up each day. The thought of losing her filled me with dread.

  “Here,” I said, grabbing her bag. “Let me take that.”

  She smiled at me, turned to her mother, and kissed her cheek. “I’ll call you after.”

  “Okay, honey. Think positive thoughts,” Michelle replied.

  We walked to the truck, and I opened the door, helping Connie inside.

  “Why, thank you, Mr. Benton.”

  “You’re very welcome, Mrs. Benton.” I winked at her and got in.

  “Ash?” she said.

  I glanced at her. “What?”

  “I love you.”

  “Baby, I love you, too.”

  “Then, let’s do this,” she said, and grinned.

  I nodded and did as she instructed. I drove to the specialist clinic where all of Connie’s hopes and dreams lay.

  Connie held my hand as we sat in the waiting room. Her leg jerked up and down, and it took all of my power not to join her.

  Several other couples sat in the room with us. They wore the same sullen faces.

  I wondered what their stories were, but I bet none of them matched my own. My wife had cancer. She’d deferred treatment to harvest her eggs and my sperm. Pretty unique.

  The door opened.

  “Connie, Ash, would you like to come through?” the nurse said, smiling.

  We stood and followed
her through to the bright, clinical office.

  “Ah, Connie and Ashley,” Dr. Vargo greeted. “How have you been since we last saw you?”

  “I’m good,” Connie replied. “We’re good.”

  “Good, good. It’s been thirty-eight hours since your last bloods were done. Things look good, so we can go ahead with the harvest today.” Dr. Vargo smiled.

  I cleared my throat and took a hold of Connie’s hand. “Will Connie be okay?”

  “Ashley, I can assure you, your wife will be in the best of hands. We know she is precious, and will take good care of her.”

  I nodded.

  “So, are we good to go?” he asked in a joyful tone.

  Connie’s eye opened wide. The same look she gave me when she told me she had lost our first baby spread across her face. A mixture of fear and anger.

  “Yes,” she replied, not once taking her eyes off me.

  “Very well,” Dr. Vargo said. “Lucy will take you down to your room, and you will be prepped for sedation. Ashley, you can sit back out in the waiting area and wait to be called. You will be taken to one of our more private areas where you can provide a sample of your semen.”

  It was all so formal and clinical. I didn’t know how to react. Not once in my life would I have ever expected to be jerking off in a clinic. How that was going to happen was beyond me.

  “Okay,” I replied. “I guess I’ll see you after.”

  “I love you.” Connie kissed me in desperation before following Lucy out of the office.

  I retreated to the waiting area and felt every moment past me by in trepidation. After what seemed like hours, the door opened again.

  “Mr. Benton, can you follow me, please?” a nurse asked.

  I followed her down a long corridor.

  She stopped outside a door, slid the door sign to “occupied,” and handed me a small clear container.

  “If you can fill this, that would be great.” The nurse’s eyes bored deep into mine.

  I opened the door and stepped inside, locking it behind me. There was nothing but a chair, a small table with magazines, and little else in the room.

  Fuck, I thought. It had been two days since we’d last been intimate. I’d stuck to the rules. No jerking off, and no heavy drinking. I had been pretty much a saint. To stand there, in such a clinical and uninspiring environment, didn’t give me a raging hard on.