Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (9 page)

“I’m headed out.”  Hershey said.

“Let me give you a ride.” Brandon said, leaping from his seat toward her.

There had already been far too much pretense between Brandon in Hershey. Their lustful desires had been inflamed for more than a day now, but to them, that seemed like an eternity. Simply sticking her head onto the porch to say goodbye was itself a pretentious game. What Hershey really meant to say was, “I’m ready for you to take me home and fuck me.” But alas, Brandon and Hershey had spent far too much time evading a series of internal and external obstacles. Finally, the pretense was over. Hershey wouldn’t pretend to need help getting stuff for Jason, and Brandon wouldn’t act like she needed a chauffeur. There was no time to waste. They needed to rub their flesh together as soon as possible.

“Sure…” Hershey said.

Hershey briskly walked down the porch and around the side of the Manor. Brandon knew exactly what that brisk walk mean. No jokes this time. She was ready. He was too, although  part of him still couldn’t believe he was doing this. He couldn’t believe he was playing this game. He shuffled his feet quickly and followed her direction. Brandon grabbed the staff person that he could find and ordered them to watch his son for the rest of the night. As they walked towards Brandon’s red Maserati they were hiring. They wanted to get away from Boulder Manor as soon as possible. Why? They weren’t really sure… Or perhaps they were just too horny to conceptualize the true danger of leaving together.

Brandon push the pedal to the metal. His tires spun out for a while as they jetted away, leaving skid marks and smoke behind them. If they were hoping to escape unseen, then Brandon and Hershey would be sorely disappointed. There was a foreboding sense descending upon all of Boulder Manor.  it was a similar feeling to when a storm was about to break. The air pressure seemed low, and one might almost feel like dark clouds route except that the sun was shining brightly. Watching from her bedroom window on the second floor was Jeanette. She saw Brandon leaving with Hershey. The two were running towards his car, like two teenagers who just stolen a condom from poppa. Jeanette’s hawk eyes also took special note of the intimate touch they shared. The two lovebirds skipping along linked at the pinky fingers.
If that black tramp thinks that she can steal my billion-dollar investment away from me…
Jeanette thought.
She’s got another thing coming…

Jeanette stood and watched the skid marks on the driveway long after the two of them had left. Her eyes stared, but her mind was in a daydream. She lit a cigarette and puffed it. She exhaled and watched the smoke waft around the room. Then she looked at her hand. The lighter was still burning in her hand. She looked deeply into the flame. She kept watching…

Brandon drove 13 miles over the speed limit. As he charged down the highway, music blared and he gripped the steering wheel like a Roman soldier grips his chariot. He felt powerful, and he would show it.

“Woo hoo!” he bellowed.

Hershey was excited, too. There were beads of sweat forming on the back of her neck, which she had to rub off every minute or so. She groaned as if it were a hot, sweltering day, but the air conditioner was on full blast. She arched her back and gyrated her hips in anticipation. Every so often, she unfolded her legs and folded them again inexplicably. Hershey even groaned, rubbed her neck, arched her back, gyrated her hips and squeezed her left breast, all in succession.

Hershey lived in the city. Brandon’s GPS had no problem finding it.

“Is this the place?” Brandon asked.

Hershey nodded. Brandon looked at the place. The ground floor was a bank. The building had over twentyfive stories.

“Which floor are you?”

“The top.” Hershey said innocently.

Brandon’s mouth fell open.

“Do I really pay you that much?”

“Yeeeup.”

* * *

Hershey lived in a penthouse on the edge of town. Even Brandon, a billionaire, was impressed by Hershey’s drive for success. Sure she was no billionaire, but this was still amazing. The walls of Hershey’s apartment were covered with picture frames. The photographs ranged from photos of Hershey when she was a little girl, to old family portraits, to snapshots with her next to celebrities. There was one with her standing next to the Dalai Lama. There was another with her stout standing next to Richard Branson. There was yet another with her among the Obama family.

“You were an au pair for the Obamas?”

“Yeah… I was… The girls were really sweet.”

Once again, Brandon was amazed. Who was this girl and why had he discovered her 10 years ago? He turned his attention back to the woman before him. There was a glint in her eye, and a full, toothy smile. Hershey’s face revealed and excitement that doesn’t happen very often. Most children don’t feel like this more than once or twice per year. It normally happens on Christmas morning, when they are about to open their presents.  Indeed, Hershey looked like a kid on Christmas morning. There was something about her that was light and airy, the complete opposite of what Brandon had become used to. She raised her eyebrows as if to ask a question.
Are we really going to do this?
Was the question she communicated nonverbally. Brandon nodded his head to confirm.
Yes, we really are going to do this.

With a running start, Hershey lept onto Brandon and he caught her. He supported her weight by gripping her ass. It was firm but plump at the same time. Brandon had never felt an ass that soft and plush before. No one could live up to Hershey’s natural beauty. Hershey held herself up by wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her pussy into his hips as forcefully as possible. Finally, they would share each other. It would all start with Hershey’s kiss. Brandon looked at her eyes, her lips, her eyes again, and then her lips again. Would she accept his embrace this time? Or would she be hesitant and cautious, like before? Brandon plunged his head forward to find out. This time, Hershey’s lips met his.

They locked lips passionately. They kissed, leaning their heads at alternate sides. Then they tilted their heads to the opposite side and kissed again. With each tilt of the head, their noses clashed against each other. They kissed so deeply that their breaths were irregular. When the need for oxygen finally competed with their Cromagnon desire, they sniffed in deeps breaths quickly so they could get back to caressing each other’s tongues. Brandon’s mouth felt polarized to Hershey’s mouth. It’s as if an invisible magnetic force pulled them together, and made it difficult for them to separate with gravity alone.

Thoughts, images and feelings flashed through Brandon’s mind.
This kiss this the most savory thing I’ve ever tasted. My heart feels lifted. My cock is begging to roam free.
A whole new life with Hershey flashed before Brandon’s eyes. Brandon pictured the sex that they’d have over and over. He saw their wedding. He saw future children. Brandon felt in his heart that he loved woman attached to these lips. Logic would never be able to explain why he felt this way.
Love at first sight.
He thought. The explanation was corny as fuck, but he’d accept it.

Brandon finagled Hershey’s strapless bra off, and pulled it out of her blouse. He pressed her against one of the picture frames, which fell off the wall and smashed on the floor. They were too busy to care. Brandon grabbed Hershey’s right breast through her shirt, and squeezed and massaged it. His fingers caressed her hardened nipple which was more than responsive to his touch. He slid her across the wall and more picture frames fell down. Then he turned and carried her to the arm of a couch. He placed Hershey’s ass on the couch and leaned forward. They both toppled onto the couch, and, with lips still locked together, they laughed at their own clumsiness. Hershey pulls Brandon’s shirt over his head. His torso was now exposed, and she let out an aroused groan while looking at it. She alternated between a tongue in her mouth and articulating words until she could give her entire complement:

“Oh. My God. Your. Hip flexors. They’re. So. Hot!”

Hershey’s hands cascaded over Brandon’s impeccable abdominal muscles until they reached the hip flexors, and now they were circling around the edge of his waistline like a shark circling around fresh meat. Brandon didn’t respond to compliment. He was too busy pulling her shirt off. The blouse dragged through Hershey’s mane of natural hair, and once it was off, Brandon was relieved to see her eyes again. Her head wasn’t covered by a shirt anymore, and now it was time to take a look at what he was really after… Hershey’s breasts were petite with gorgeous brown nipples. They looked like purplish brown blackberries. Looking at them, Brandon licked his lips and planted his mouth on one of them. Then the other. Soon, both nipples were as firm as bullets, and he played with them with his fingers. The hardness of her nipples contrasted with the soft flesh of her breasts. Brandon’s cock stiffened in his pants. 

Brandon continued groping her breasts with one hand, but now thirsted for the nape of Hershey’s neck. He ploughed his fingers into her soft bouncy curls from the base of her skull. Then he grabbed a fistful of her long, curly hair, so that he could expose Hershey’s neck. Brandon ran his tongue around the side of her neck to the nape two, or three times. Brandon inhaled deeply, extracting l’eau d’Hershey. The sniff made Hershey quiver and goosebumps trailed up the length of her body. Brandon, savored her delectable smell. It was the smell of cocoa butter. That smell -- the smell of cocoa butter -- had been fanning the flames of his lust for several days now. This time was no different. The smell inflated his cock to it’s full logwood size. Hershey had managed to wriggle two fingers into his pants, and as his cock grew, it clashed with her digits.

“Give it to me baby.” she cooed. “I wanna feel your cock so bad.”

Hershey wasn’t used to dirty talk, but now it came naturally to her. Somehow being with Brandon turned her into a vixen.

Hershey battled against Brandon’s belt buckle and zipper so that she could expose his member. The belt snapped off and she pulled the zipper down, but then she hesitated.

“Hold on just one second…” Hershey said leaping towards her purse on the coffee. She pulled out her cell phone, and flicked through the music selection. She pressed play, and suddenly a slow jam by Maxwell started playing from every direction. Hershey rarely ever use her surround sound system, but this occasion demanded its use. When she had it installed, she felt like a corny bachelor, but now it seemed absolutely perfect.

Maxwell’s high-pitched love cries changed the entire pace.  Moments ago, they were ripping their clothes off like they were covered in fire ants. Now, Hershey and Brandon moved in slow motion to commemorate the sacred event which was about to transpire. They were going to make love for the first time and they’d waited as long as they could stand. Maxwell’s high-pitched cries were cries of pure, agonizing, blissful love. That’s how they both felt. Both Brandon and Hershey were so humbled by whatever miracle that brought them together. Tears welled up in both of their eyes.

Brandon swallowed his down, but to beads trickled down Hershey’s face. She wiped her eyes, and laugh-cried. Brandon stood squarely before Hershey. He looked down into Hershey’s eyes, and she looked up into his. With the devastatingly romantic Maxwell song still playing in the background, Brandon planted another kiss on Hershey. He opened the floodgates of love in his heart and it gushed through his lips. The two lovers kissed passionately for almost a minute before they realized they had lost track of time. Then Brandon pulled away and looked into Hershey’s eyes…

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He commanded.

It was a firm but loving command. Even in his moments of tenderness, Brandon would take charge. He was a tenderhearted alpha male. Hershey gently clasped Brandon’s hand, and guided him to the bedroom. The journey was slow and ritualistic. It was somewhat like a bride walking up an aisle. The bride, about to get married, walks up the aisle knowing that she will never be the same once she gets to her destination. She considers all of the choices and acts of serendipity which a led her to this moment, and fantasies about a bright future flash before her eyes. She dreams of her happily ever after. Their walk to the bedroom felt similar. Both Brandon and Hershey knew that once they walked to the bedroom, something would happen, and once that happened, neither of them would be the same. Ever. Maxwell cried melodic tears of love and passion, and the two lovers walked in tandem. Stride by stride, they motioned and bedroom.

* * *

Lights were off. Blinds were pulled. Candles shimmered at all four corners of the room. The burning candlewax released clouds of pumpkin and cinnamon in the air. The smell sailed through the air until it reached the man and woman lying in bed. Brandon marvelled at Hershey’s naked body which was sprawled against Egyptian cotton sheets. Hershey’s legs were spread open. Brandon was mounted between them. They gyrated their genitals together. The light touch was the most erotic thing Hershey had experienced. Her anticipation was high and the slightest touch could practically push her to the brink of cumming. This horny gyration was the international warning signal for an impending invasion of sperm into the egg. Brandon and Hershey were about to fuck, and even though fears still lingered in both of their minds, there was nothing that would stop them now.

The music had changed… Now a slow jam from Drake played through Hershey’s surround sound system. The song enveloped Hershey’s bedroom. There was such a rich acoustic quality, Brandon felt like Drake was actually in the room, singing into his ear.

“I’m just sayin, you could do better…” Drake sang.

Damn straight, Drake!
Brandon thought.
I could definitely do better than Jeanette!
Brandon felt seduced by Drake’s words almost as much as Jeanette’s body. Perhaps it was corny, but it felt true. He was starting to change and once he had taken that plunge, everything would be different. Drake’s words prepared him for what he was about to do: jailbreak from his marriage. That lyric kept making circles around his brain. Brandon latched onto them over and over.
I can do better… Better… Better…
Better…

Hershey held her breath in panic and the clock ticked. Seconds from now, Brandon’s boulder would be inside of her. There’d be no turning back after that. Her emotions would leave on a train and take her on a journey which she wouldn’t be able to stop. What then? Would Brandon drag her into a nightmare, or paradise? Would he protect her? Would he love her back? Would he change his mind and run away? She knew the answers to all of her questions, but she worried anyway. It was natural instinct. This happened every time she gave a new man a chance and let him inside. It was in her DNA. She would never skip this penultimate step of the seduction dance. Not even for the man she loved. Hershey had never fallen so quickly. Brandon could hurt her, want her only for sex, like other men usually did. But her instincts told her that he was different. There were no terrifying red flags, no signs of danger; Hershey could tell she would be safe letting him inside. 

Brandon slid his body down Hershey’s. With his face now between her legs, Brandon pulled Hershey’s thong off with his teeth. The thong was already soaking wet, and Brandon felt Hershey’s juices in his mouth for the first time. Panties off, Brandon had finally come face-to-face with Hershey’s pussy. He took brief notice of the tattoo on her bikini line. It was two red cherries hanging by the same green stem. Tattoo observed, he turned his focus dialed into her pink flesh. Brandon marveled in sparkling wonder. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. Anticipating his first lick, Hershey placed a hand on his neck and gyrated her hips.