Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (10 page)

With two fingers, Brandon spread open Hershey’s pussy lips, exposing her clit and more pink flesh. He placed his open mouth on that pink flesh. His tongue emerged and instinctively found her clitoris. Brandon used his tongue to lift the hood of Hershey’s clitoris. His tongue recoiled. It came hurtling towards Hershey’s clit again, this time, she had no clitoris hood to protect her. Brandon’s tongue collided into Hershey’s exposed clit. The collision mashed her pleasure cells together, and the cells were violently awoken from their sleep.

The cells ignited a vengeful fire in her loins. The fired burned through each of her cells for fuel, one by one. As each cell burned, teenie tiny bursts of agony and ecstasy were released. The little bursts butterflied into a tidal wave of throbbing pleasure. The wave rushed across Hershey’s nervous system, and up to her brain. Her brain registered the feeling and Hershey gasped deeply. Her euphoria had begun. She loved this feeling. Hershey threw her head back and experienced ecstasy without worrying about the consequences for a change.

Brandon’s tongue stroked Hershey’s clit up and down. Three licks would consistently produce one moan from Hershey. each moan grew louder and more intense than the last. Soon, Hershey wasn’t moaning, she was whimpering and squealing. One whimper after another, for every three licks.  If she had a neighbor on the floor above her, he would have certainly been banging his floor with a broomstick by now, because to anyone not having sex right now, Hershey screams would have been too loud to ignore.

Hershey’s tidal waves of throbbing pleasure swirled together into a hurricane that could not be stopped. Hershey couldn’t handle any more devastation. Her pussy spasmed as she came, clenching and contracting over and over again. She clutched the Egyptian cotton and curled her toes. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, squirting out clear liquid with each contraction. Hershey leapt upright, surprised at what had just happened. Had she
really
just squirted? That was a myth from blue movies and Hollywood, certainly not something she could experience with a man who hardly knew her or the way her body worked?

“Holy fucking shit.” She cried. “That was amazing!”

Hershey scrambled for Brandon’s face. She thanked him with the deepest, most passionate kiss that she could muster. Then she pawed around for a grip of his cock. She was intent on delivering a blowjob he would never forget.

Hershey held onto Brandon’s erect cock and admired its girth.  The base of his shaft was impressively wide. She couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around it. She could feel a pulsation through his veins. Brandon’s pubic hair was very short and neatly trimmed. It was an inconspicuous patch. His entire pubic mound was thick, muscular flesh. Considering how cut and chiseled his abdominals and hip flexors were, it made perfect sense that this area was so meaty. If his hip flexors were a rainbow, this flesh was the treasure chest at the end of it.
How the hell did he get such a meaty loin area?
She thought. Indeed, Brandon’s cock looked like it could hold up a twenty pound dumbbell without much trouble.

Hershey put his cock in her mouth. First she licked around his strawberry cockhead, slurping at the delicious clear precum at the tip. She wanted to savor his hot flesh in her mouth.
Mmm.
She hadn’t ever sucked a cock so large or so… appealing. Her tongue glided along the shaft. His head rubbed along her palate and tonsils. The slippery friction makes Brandon groan.

“I love your fat cock in my mouth.” Hershey said before putting it back in.

Hershey bobbed her head up and down and Brandon grunted like a caveman. Hershey wasn’t used to a guy being so vocal while she sucked him off but she was getting used to it. Actually, she kind of liked it. Brandon was so responsive to her. When her tongue flicked over the head of his cock, he would grunt loudly. So she did it every three bobs. Soon, Brandon was grunting, growling, and hollering. One holler after another, for every three bobs. Brandon started to gyrate his hips, and his cock started to stiffen. Up to that moment, Brandon was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy, but the stiffening snapped him out of it. He had no intention of releasing his seed into her mouth. He knew it was wrong, but he was overcome with passion; he wanted to cum somewhere else…

“Oh shit!” He said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. “You almost made me cum. Not yet…”

Hershey blushed. She was proud of herself for bringing him so close to the edge, yet she was interminably sad about the limitations of the male anatomy. If Brandon ejaculated, they’d miss the main event, and neither of them wanted that to happen. For a moment, Hershey looked at his cock wistfully.

Brandon pulled her closer for a kiss. The made out passionately in the bed, tossing and turning, and tossing again. Brandon licked her neck and nippless and pulled tufts of Hershey’s long, curly hair. Hershey moaned. She moaned again. She whimpered. What was wrong? Her puss was hungry, that’s what.

“Fuck me.” she pleaded.

Brandon tumbled their bodies over the Egyptian cotton and plastered Hershey flatly on her back. He spread her legs, splaying each leg as far apart as possible. He looked into her eyes and growled for a few seconds. Hershey imagined Brandon beating his chest like a gorilla during the growl. This was the last stand; the last pregnant pause before the grand entrance. Brandon guided the head of his cock to her pussy.

He began to push it in slowly, inch by inch. He was savoring the sensation of penetrating her for the first time. He was savoring the contrast of the cool air compared to the heat between her legs. Hershey’s pussy swallowed his cock.
Uh oh…
they both thought. Brandon and Hershey would have never suspected that their sex would have felt so good.
Did I really have sex before this?
They both though.
I’ve never felt ANYTHING that felt like this before.
They both looked down at her penetrated pussy with shock and awe. A chemical reaction had already started. Juices already started to simmer. An eruption was already on its way. It was just a matter of time…

The clock was ticking. Brandon and Hershey looked at each other for a split second and smiled. The smile telegraphed the final consensus: Having sex with each other came with its risks. For example, Brandon faced the risk of Jeanette finding out, and who knows what she’d do? And what about Jason? He could easily see something that a little kid isn’t supposed to. Hershey herself was mixing love and employment, something she had always promised herself she would never do. This was always a deadly mix. Considering all the risks, Brandon and Hershey were still THRILLED to be taking the risk. No matter what happened now, their hedonic pleasure would be worth it. They both knew it. This wouldn’t be the end of anything, rather, it would be the start of something new.

Brandon thrust his cock all the way inside. His head pressed against Hershey’s cervix. The delectable pain made her bawl out. As he pumped his organ in, and out, Hershey’s scent began to waft through the room, mixing with the pumpkin and cinnamon fragrances. She had musky coconut scent. It reminded Brandon of her signature cocoa butter fragrance, the fragrance which made him weak in the knees everytime he smelled it. His thrusts picked up in speed and intensity. At first, they were slow and elongated. His thrusts became jabs. Shortly after that, jabbing became jack hammering. Brandon pounded his meat in and out, and shook Hershey around watching her plump breasts jiggle. She moaned and whimpered and squealed.

“Yes!” she said. “Fuck me harder!”

Brandon obliged.

“So you want it like a slut, huh?” he said. “I can give it to you like a fucking slut.”

He slammed his cock inside of her with even more force. He growled aggressively and palmed Hersey’s entire face. He gripped her face hard, pressing the back of her head into the pillow. He pressed harder, and her face grew red. Hershey’s moan crescendoed. She was getting close, and so was he. Being dominated like this was new to Hershey, but she was quickly discovering how much she liked it.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” she cried. “I’m going to cum!”

Brandon picked up his pace even more for the last stretch. He slammed his cock into her so forcefully that his gee made spanking noises when it slammed into hers. Hershey wrapped her arms around Brandon and placed her hands on his shoulders and back. She held on for dear life, bawling out “Fuck me!” every time Brandon thrusted.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!”

Hershey closed her eyes as she tried to weather the storm happening between her legs. She couldn’t hold on any longer. The orgasmic storm blew one last strong gust. Though Hershey clutched Brandon’s back, hoping not to get blown away, she was no match against this force nature. She clawed the entire length of his back with both hands, but that was no use. Hershey was blown away to a far away land; the land of euphoria.

Meanwhile, Brandon looked up to the sky to see if God was watching this orgasmic event. His jaw fell open in orgasmic disbelief.
Have you been holding out on me, God?
He thought. Before God had a chance to answer, he felt Hershey’s nails digging into his back and ploughing through his skin. It would definitely leave a mark but both of them were too enveloped in passion to give a damn.

He roared like a lion while emptying his seed inside of her. His hot cum coated the walls of her pussy. Brandon sighed as he pulled his sensitive member out of her, and rolled onto his back.

A bird in flight loses a feather, and that feather slowly zigs and zags all the way to the ground. There’s no rush about the feather’s fall. In fact, there’s hardly a thing that falls slower than a feather. That’s how slowly Brandon and Hershey came down from their bliss. Both of them lay on their backs and stared at the ceiling for several minutes. They heaved loudly. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. They worked hard to get their breathing under control.

“That was amazing.” Hershey said.

Brandon nodded.

Hershey nuzzled into Brandon’s chest, and they cuddled.
This was meant to be.
They thought. It had to be. How else could they have fallen so hard, so fast? Was it too fast? Can destiny ever happen too fast? Neither Brandon nor Hershey could answer such philosophical questions. They were soulmates. The how, the what and the why didn’t matter. It was implicitly understood that from here on out, they’d stick together no matter what.

There was one final question that was yet unanswered. Neither of them wanted to answer it. They just wanted to cuddle until the end of time. Hershey strummed Brandon’s abdominals like a guitar. Brandon stroked the length of her curvaceous body. The surround sound music had faded, but Brandon still remembered that lyric from the Drake song.
I’m just sayin’ you could do better…
He looked at Hershey and smiled. As he looked at her, three faces drifted into his consciousness.

The first was sweet Julianna. He thought of her simple beauty. Her dewdrop smell. The flower in her hair. Everything… Hershey captured the same natural beauty and more…
I’m just sayin’ you could do better…
Brandon turned his thoughts over to Kinisimere, the gorgeous, confident woman from Fiji. Hershey’s confidence easily dwarfed hers…
I’m just sayin’ you could do better…
A third face came to mind. It was Jeanette’s. Brandon couldn’t even think of one way in which she could compete. They lay naked together until they fell asleep, and the final question never got answered explicitly…What would Hershey and Brandon do next?

* * *

A telephone rang. It ripped both Hershey and Brandon out of a deep daydream. Neither of them had any idea how much time had passed. It was probably past midnight. Hershey looked at her ringing phone, then looked at Brandon.

“Let it go to voicemail.” He whispered. Hershey pressed the voicemail button...

“Hi, Hershey. This is Jeanette Boulder. Your employer?”

Hershey and Brandon looked at each other in dismay. “What the fuck does she want?” Brandon snarled. Hershey had no idea, either. They were both sure that whatever came next would
not
be good…

“Could you tell Brandon to come home as soon as possible? I’m I know he’s with you...”

Their faces went white.

“... If you think your gold digging ass fooled me, you’re wrong, but that’s not why I’m calling. I’ll deal with you later. Just tell him that he needs to get home right away. It’s an emergency.”