That thought both scares me and excites me. I have never felt like this before. It's all very new, and a little mind boggling. But I’m determined to see where it will take me – and I sure hope it will let me take Jocelyn there with me, too.
Chapter 8 Jocelyn
After the auction, I'm talking to Derek. It’s important that I explain something to him right away.
Even though I am nervous about it, I say, "I can’t spend the night. I understand if this is a dealbreaker, but I just can't."
Of course, I don’t mention why to him, but the exact reason is because tomorrow is Mother’s Day. That's a day I want to spend with my son, Maxim.
Plus, I have never left him alone overnight before. I don't know how he would react and I don't want to burden Aunt Barbara any more than I already am.
I had decided not to mention anything to her because I had also thought I had to decided what to do on my own. I was just going to host the auction, not participate in it. And so of course I hadn’t cleared an overnight babysitting gig with her. Now I would feel rude, dumping it on her like that – not to mention that I wouldn’t have any good explanation as to why I needed to ask her to do that for me.
After letting Derek know, I turn to walk away because I’m pretty sure that he won’t want to pay so much for me anymore.
But he surprises me by reaching for me and instantly saying, "That’s fine. I can take you to my place and have you home within a few hours. Whatever works best for you is fine with me."
"Um, ok," I reply softly.
I can’t believe that he is this into me. He’s so handsome with his dark, wavy hair, and tanned body. I love that he’s quite a bit taller than me and that I have to look up at him. I want to melt whenever I look into his deep brown eyes. I want him so bad.
I still can’t believe that all of this is happening.
I feel like it must be my lucky day.
I'm going to get all this money for my bakery as the fee for providing the place for the auction, and this amazing guy who wants to pay way more just for the chance to be with me!
I don’t think I have ever been this nervous or excited before. This is exactly the kind of thing I needed to happen to put Maxim and me in a great position forever.
After we leave the bakery, we stand outside on the sidewalk for a few moments.
I have something else to tell him – I feel like I’m delivering him an endless string of bad news, but it’s necessary – so I look at him and say, "If it's ok with you, I will have to drive to your place. This way I will have my car to get home afterwards."
He looks at me, then replies, "Of course! That's perfectly all right. Like I said, whatever works best for you."
He smiles at me reassuringly – and oh, how I love that smile, already. He gives me his address and says, "I'll meet you there. "
When I get to the place where he’s staying, I'm shocked and in awe. It’s a luxury suite and he’s strewn rose petals everywhere, and lit a few candles. The room looks absolutely gorgeous.
As soon as I walk in, he doesn't waste any time. Silently, he walks over to me and swoops me up and he lays me on the bed. We both hesitate, then reach for each other.
We kiss tenderly at first, gradually warming up to each other, then slowly undress. He kisses his way down my body, pausing to play with my breasts.
I'm not used to such affection, or tenderness, and it feels so good. Even though I'm not a virgin, it's like I'm making love for the first time. I really don’t think my real first time should count, since it sucked so much and was all about him and was therefore over before I even realized what was happening.
As he pauses between my legs, I'm actually a little scared, but I don't know how to tell him. I'm not sure what I'm scared of – maybe of giving into what I want so badly, even though that sounds paradoxical.
We pause to look at each other, and all my fears fade away when I see the look in his eyes. I gasp and grip the sheets as he slowly enters me. His dick is so big. It feels tight, and I can feel myself expand around him.
“There you go,” he says, playing with my nipples as he fucks me. “That’s a good girl. That’s what I’ve been dying to do – to fill your tight little pussy with my cock. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I admit, and it’s only half way true, because I love it.
“Tell me,” he says, now pinching my nipple a little bit – not too hard, but enough that I can feel it, and I surprise myself by liking it. “What do you like about it?”
“It… fills me up,” I tell him, feeling shy. “Completely.”
“It’s like I’m cramming you all the way in, and I’m really stuffed inside your wet, tight pussy, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him.
And it is like that.
