Chapter 1: Introduction
I kicked off my shoes, wiggled my toes and took in the space. A palatial living room with oversized windows, marble floors so smooth they shone like ice. Chrome and glass tables glinted in flecks of light, bouncing off the enormous flat screen TV. This house belonged to my friend, Romeo.
A laugh erupted from one corner, where a couple was already mid-make-out, hands rummaging to undo each other's jeans. And there I was, inexplicably nervous.
I was about to attend a creampie party, a concept that sounded absurd in every way, except for the glimmer of hope it held for me. My desperation had brought me here - no, my longing to be a mother.
"You okay, Juliet?" Romeo's voice broke through the fog of my anxiety, and I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes held that perfect mix of curiosity and empathy, and I knew right then that he was an exceptional man.
"Yeah, I'm good," I lied.
I felt as jittery as a coed at her first keg party. But tonight, this was my party, the one party that might just bring me the thing I craved the most — a baby.
Romeo came closer, the firm lines of his jaw softening as he looked at me. "You're beautiful, and I hope things work out for you." I didn't tell him my age, but he surely guessed.
(Fuck, I was seriously older than most of these twats!) Still, he smiled, and I found myself drawn to the warm confidence that radiated from him.
"What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Just follow my lead, and let yourself go." He grasped my wrist, and a jolt of electricity shot through me.
I couldn't deny the thrumming in my chest, the quickening of my pulse.
I followed Romeo into the living room, where the air buzzed with the tangible anticipation of what was to come. His grip on my hand was strong and reassuring, and as we wove through the bodies of writhing people, I felt a strange sense of calm settle over me.
We stopped in front of a tall, dark-haired man who looked to be in his early 30s. His arms were tanned and muscular, and his sparkling eyes surveyed me with an intensity that made me feel both exposed and aroused.
Romeo whispered something in the man's ear, and a smile bloomed on his face.
"This is Juliet," Romeo said, squeezing my hand as if to remind me of his presence. "She's here to find a man who will help her conceive."
A murmuring echoed through the crowd. The man's eyes licked over my body, like a predatory bird picking a carcass clean. It was clear that he was interested, but there was hesitancy there too.
After all, he was a stranger, and this was a room filled with them. But the desire in his eyes was hungry, and I felt myself wanting to feed it - even if just for one night.
"I'm Marco." He reached for my hand, and something inside me clicked at his touch. I nodded my silent approval, and Marco led me towards the back of the room, into a dimly-lit hallway.
He pushed open the door to a spare bedroom, and we tumbled inside, ripping at each other's clothes with abandon.
I was starved for intimacy, and my body responded with an animalistic hunger I hadn't known existed.
Marco's hands were rough, but gentle as they traveled up my arms, sending jolts of pleasure all the way down to my core. My skin prickled as he kissed a trail down my neck, his warm breath making my blood sing.
I wriggled out of my dress, shaking it off to the floor, and in a moment, we were both naked, our bodies glistening with sweat.
He trailed his hot, calloused fingers down my back, teasing each vertebra before stopping to smack my ass with the sudden force that had me gasping.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.
Without hesitation, he reached under me, cupping my ass with both hands, and guided me onto the bed. I could feel the heat of his cock against my stomach, testing my resolve as he wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me higher.
"Are you ready for this?" Marco whispered, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
My breath hitched at his touch, and I nodded. The slight tremor of my voice betrayed me as I answered, "Yes."
Marco's cock teased my opening, the unsheathed tip dripping with anticipation as I clung to him. Then, in one swift motion, he thrust deep inside, filling every inch of me like a missing puzzle piece.
We moaned in unison, the feeling of him so thick and hot within me was overwhelming.
I threw my head back, grabbing at his shoulders as he began to pump deeper and harder, owning me in the most primal way.
"Oh fuck yeah," he growled, gripping my waist tightly. His hips were slow yet powerful, and I could feel every inch of him hitting sensitive spots inside me.
My body writhed under his, my breath coming out in hoarse whispers. "Yes, harder," I breathed, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts.
Marco grunted, his grip on me tightening further.
His rhythm building up, sweat pouring down our intertwined bodies.
"You like that, Juliet?" he groaned. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight."
His thrusts went mercilessly deep, hitting those delightful tender spots that left me gasping for more. I couldn't respond, my voice lodged in my throat. My body shuddered under the overwhelming sensations - the slick feeling of him inside me, his fingers digging into my skin, our bodies slick with sweat.
Everything faded away but this, our unified moans filling the room.
With every slam of his hips, I rose to meet him. My nails clawed into the sheets, desperate for a handhold in the sea of pleasure spiraling around me. Marco grunted in satisfaction as he picked up pace, his hard cock slamming into me, sparking off bursts of ecstasy that vibrated throughout my body.
"You're so fucking wet," Marco panted, his face flushed with exertion.
"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
I whimpered in response, too lost in the moment to form words. My legs trembled as they wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside.
His thrusts grew faster, more frantic. With each thrust, his balls slapped heavily against my ass, leaving a warmth that mingled with the heat building up in my belly.
I felt everything: his thick, swollen cock, the slickness of my pussy, the throbbing deep inside me that told me I was close.
I could hardly breathe, could hardly think. He moved in a blur beneath me, and all I could do was hold on for dear life.
"Fuck!" Marco cried, his rhythm faltering as he drove into me. "You're going to make me come, baby!"
The words tore through me, fanning the flames of my exploding arousal. I met his thrusts with renewed force, needing him deeper, needing to break through this barrier that held us apart.
His head fell back, his throat working furiously as he fought the tide.
I reached up, writstling my fingers into his matted hair, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Come for me," I begged, the raw desperation in my voice protruding through the sobs.
The grip on my breast tightened, fingers digging in deeper. "Jesus Christ, Juliet," he panted, rocking into me one last time before spilling himself deep within me.
My walls clenched around his twitching shaft, drawing every ounce of his essence out of him and into me.
I needed this; I craved this with a vitality that I wasn't even aware of - a hunger I could only sate through getting pregnant. My eyes fluttered shut as my body basked in the satisfaction of a mind-blowing orgasm, Marco's cock still buried deep within me.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned, "that felt like a goddamn explosion inside you." He shivered and slumped over me, catching his breath, and planted a lazy kiss on my shoulder.
"Damn, Juliet," he murmured, pulling out slowly, "didn't expect you to be a tigress in bed."
Well, I didn't think I was either, but when it came to achieving my dream of becoming a mother, I'd do whatever it takes.
Spent, exhausted, and covered in sweat, we cuddled and tried to catch our breath. Marco lay on his side with an arm slung over my waist. I glanced around the room, half-expecting to see the other party guests wondering what was taking us so long.