Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (2 page)

“Fuck me!”  Jeanette whined. “Fuck me harder!”

Brandon flashed back to the years when his marriage was happy. He had no problem fucking her then. Now… Jeanette couldn’t do it for him. Being the billionaire businessman that he was, Brandon could see diminishing returns on his investment. His marriage had been bleeding red for years now. The only time Brandon ever whipped out his animal side, was times like this… When he had to. It’s not like he couldn’t a savage beast, he just hated doing it with Jeanette. He was too loyal to sleep with anyone else.
Or too much of a pussy.
Brandon thought to himself.

Brandon’s wealth, fame and good looks didn’t go unnoticed by women at large. He was constantly hit on by women everywhere he went. And those who didn’t hit on him simply stared him down, and undressed him with their eyes. Every so often, however, Brandon ran into a lady who was both stunningly attractive and also mercilessly flirtatious. He struggled the most with those women.

For example, last week he had an appointment with a Boeing representative. They sent over one Julianna Sundress. Yes, that was her real name, and although she wasn’t wearing a sundress, she looked like such a homespun pure Colombian princess that she might as well be wearing a sundress, too. She had the type beauty made guys want to get married after the third date. She smelled like dewdrops. Or at least, her smell made you want to stay cuddled up in bed, the way dewdrops on everything outside make you feel like it’s still too early to take things seriously.

Her hair was dark brown, long and wavy. It flowed all the way down to the small of her back, but this wasn’t obvious at first. Her hair was actually up in a bun with some soft looking flower stuck in it. This flower was the only playful hint of her at first. She was in full business attire, with glasses and a neutral lipstick. After a second cocktail (which came really fast) she pulled her hair down, and the bun was gone forever. Brandon couldn’t believe he was thinking about this while he was inside of his wife… But he couldn’t stop.

Over the course of the hour, his meeting with Julianna meeting was less and less about business, and more and more about Brandon’s famous hip flexor muscles. Julianna started touching Brandon whenever she spoke.
I think your company should go in this direction.
Touch
. Adding a Boeing jet to your capital assets will save your bottom line in the long run.
Touch.
Aren’t you in the cover of Esquire?
Touch.
You’re so handsome.
Touch.

The more Julianna touched him, the more confident she became. Her hands started to travel to more and more adventurous places. Her hands trembled slightly, and gripped more firmly. It was the grasp of someone who didn’t want to let go; someone who had way too much pleasure in grasping things. It reminded Brandon of when of a baby intuitively grasps onto an adult’s finger with their little baby hands. Julianna’s hands trembled more as she traveled up Brandon’s thigh. They kept chatting and Brandon didn’t stop her. Julianna’s hand traveled all the way up to his cock, and when it got there, Brandon’s cock was already rock hard and throbbing. It was so engorged that Julianna could feel his pulse pounding heavily through the engorged member.

Julianna was surprised. Perhaps not because of what she was doing, or even because Brandon was allowing her to do it, but because she could tell that Brandon’s cock wanted it so badly. She tuned into the sensations of her fingertips and noticed the large veins that she was touching. His cock was large enough that her petite hand couldn’t wrap around its entire girth. Her eyes were filled with wanton desire from this observation. She instantly wanted his cock in every orifice of her body. She pictured it in her mouth, then her pussy, and then her asshole… and then in all three holes all over again. Julianna’s hand rested on his cock for a few more moments. Brandon simply smiled and called the meeting to an end. There was no continuation. Brandon never violated any boundaries.

Upon leaving, he whispered “I’m married. Happily.” into her ear. Neither he nor she believed the words that came out of his mouth. Brandon was certainly lying through his teeth. His last whisper was more of a chance to savor her smell one last time, than to actually put up any pretense about his wife. Julianna was somewhat confused, and disappointed; she simply dithered into the background. Brandon could hardly tell what happened after that. She was just gone.

… Now, while he was fucking his wife, Brandon wished more than anything that he was fucking Julianna instead.
Harder?
He thought.
She wants it harder?
  Brandon started pounding Jeanette with all of his force and might. The harder he fucked Jeanette, the more he thought of Julianna, or any other woman for that matter…  he tried not to, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m married.” He muttered to himself with The Grinch’s facial expression. “Happily.”

The smell of Jeanette’s pussy was now wafting in the air. It smelled like a desert brothel. To Brandon, it seemed like her scent was now caking over everything in the room.
I think she has a yeast infection.
He thought.
They’re calling my son “shit boy” at school now.
He thought.
Why the fuck am I thinking about this right now?
He thought.

Brandon’s thoughts raced at a million miles per hour. He couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to. The more he thought about Jeanette, the more he wanted to think about other things. He came up with a good compromise: He fantasized about Julianna. In order to keep his focus on sweet Julianna,  Brandon had to avoid making eye contact with his wife Jeanette. Her eyes were cold and hard. They were the type of eyes that soldiers came back with after they’d killed babies in Afghanistan. Brandon switched off the light, and then he went into his dreamland. He imagined Julianna’s dew drop smell. He imagined sniffing her neck and then bite just a little bit too hard.

He saw himself sucking her soft rouge lips, and then teasing her tongue. He pictured himself grabbing a tuft of her flowing brown hair and yanked on it like a savage; even growling a little bit. Brandon would guide her head down to his monstrous cock, and Julianna would glide her hands over his chest, his nipples, his abdominals, and his famous hip flexors… all the way down to jackpot. When she would try to suck his cock, she would struggle and gag. It would be too difficult to fit the whole thing in. In his fantasy, she was soft in every way; even in her voice. She would moan and squeal just a bit. His cock would be a challenge, but she was a trooper. A soft trooper.

Brandon pulled himself out of his fantasy lightly; just barely. He noticed that in his fantasy, he didn’t come in her mouth. No… When he came close to the point of no return, he’d stick his fat cock in her pussy. Her flowery noises would be like a bluejay’s morning whistle. Her pussy clenched. She was coming, and so was he. Brandon would keep squirting inside of her until her pussy was full; until she was pregnant.

Brandon came back to reality and saw his wife’s cold black eyes again. He looked down and saw that he’d ejaculated. He couldn’t tell if she was happy about it or not. Either way, he was finished. Thank God. Now that Jeanette had been placated, Brandon pushed all of the thoughts of Julianna, his company, and everything else out of his mind. He was now refocused on the one thing that was most important to him: his son.

Jason was now fast asleep in his bed, but he’d had the worst day of his life. Brandon was now faced with a serious dilemma of what to do about it… He watched his sleeping son and said a little prayer over his sleeping body. It was silly. Brandon hadn’t prayed in years. But it was all he could do to keep from crying. He was supposed to protect his son, and he’d all but failed to do so. A prayer couldn’t hurt.

CHAPTER 2

Jeanette made a big show about turning her alcoholism around. The entire manor was purged of all alcohol. She started attending a clinic called
Soul Cleanse,
which was an upscale version of alcoholics anonymous. Every Tuesday, she’d sit around with famous trainwrecks (like Lindsay Lohan) and get manicures. After two weeks, Jeanette even released a statement to the press:

“I pray to God everyday that he’ll give me the strength to turn my life around and to protect my family.”

The media watched a family like the Boulder’s closely. Every scandal was latched onto and milked for all it was worth. They were like a more upscale version of the Hilton’s or the Kardashian’s. Famous for having money and for being famous. After her statement lost its steam, Jeanette got bored of
Soul Cleanse
(and Lindsay Lohan’s airheaded conversations) so she stopped going.

In spite of Jeanette’s theatrics, Brandon was mostly impressed by the changes he was seeing. One day he got home around seven p.m. It wasn’t much later than his usual arrival time, but Brandon had just overseen a grizzly corporate takeover and he felt particularly downtrodden by from all of the day’s carnage. When the porter opened the door, Brandon’s low spirits were instantly lifted. He found Jason sitting on Jeanette’s lap in the foyer. There was a lamp shining down on a book which they were both staring at. Jeanette was teaching Jason his ABCs. Recognizing what was happening, Brandon’s heart melted like butter.

Brandon had been frustrated about his son’s illiteracy for a long while. Before learning of Jason’s autism, he agonized over the fact that his son couldn’t understand a single letter of the alphabet. So, now, watching his son learn to read was especially touching. Brandon handed his bags off to his butler and joined his family. He hadn’t been so pleased with Jeanette in months.

Jeanette knew what she was doing. She knew that Brandon would walk into those doors and he would be overwhelmed at the sight of his boy reading. She was counting on it. She counted on the fact that Brandon was totally blind when it came to his son. If she could show him a little “motherly instinct” by taking care of the brat, then he wouldn’t notice the hundred thousand dollars she’d spent on her gigolo last month. She hated when Brandon pried too hard into her spending money.

Her relationship with Brandon came with distinct tradeoffs. She got an almost unlimited expense budget. In exchange, she gave him one child. That was her idea of being generous. She only let his sperm slip past the goalie because he begged. She could sense that he might start sniffing around if she didn’t. Jeanette had secrets that she didn’t want discovered.

If the stakes weren’t so high, Jason’s fate would have been the same as the five fetuses that came before him: hung drawn and quartered at the abortion clinic. Perhaps she’d gone a little overboard with the booze and now ole Brando was raising a stink about it. Fine. She quit booze, just as promised…  but Brandon never said anything about her drugs and painkillers, so she kept snorting and popping pills like they were going out of style.

She’d been this way for many years. The drugs numbed her moral compass while she fucked some romantic stiff out of his money. When she was just nineteen, Jeanette convinced her boyfriend at the time to elope during her summer vacation from university. His family protested violently. He was more than happy to pick up Jeanette’s tab. She had him completely wrapped around her finger. They honeymooned in Greece, where, after three days, Jeanette’s new husband returned from his afternoon stroll early and found the busboy balls-deep inside his blushing bride. Their marriage was annulled, but the groom never got over the trauma. He ate a bullet three months later.
Oops.
Jeanette thought to herself.

These days, Jeanette needed vicodin just to get out of bed in the morning. She especially needed it now that she was trapped in the house with her little rugrat all day long without any booze. Her vicodin took the edge off, and allowed her to function under the homemaker alter-ego that she’d perfectly crafted over years of gold digging. Once the sun set, she’d snort half her body weight's worth of coke and hit The Strip. Brandon never seemed to care or ask where she went, just so long as she was fresh around their son. It’s sad, really. Jeanette’s little ABC session with Jason would be the very last of its kind.

Seeing Jason nuzzled in his mother’s lap, Brandon had a rekindled love for his family. He wanted, in that moment, to do whatever he could to preserve it. He had a bright idea…

“Let’s go to Fiji for the weekend.” Brandon said.

“Yaaay Fiji. Jason wants to go to Fiji. Where’s Fiji, Daddy?”

“Fiji’s in the Pacific Ocean, son.”

“The Pathetic Ocean?” Jason said. “That sounds so nice! Can we go mommy? Can we? Can we? Pleeeeease?”

Jeanette was livid. She thought about all of the sacrifices she’d have to make to work this stupid getaway into her busy schedule. She’d have to pass up some great dick, and she’d have to keep her Suzie Homemaker face up for the entire weekend. Just the thought of it exhausted her, however, she didn’t show her anger. Brandon was already breathing down her neck and she couldn’t take him trying to find out any more than she’d let on.
Better to play a delicate hand of cards.
She thought. Jeanette smiled and nodded. Stupid Fiji. That’s how everything fell apart.