Chapter 202 Agreeing To Her Temptation {2}

Chapter 202 Agreeing To Her Temptation {2}
Mr. Troy didn't beat around the bush. He went straight to the point, stating why he needed me. He explained how he'd struggled to have a child of his for a long time, since he had low sperm count. He had done all he could, left with no choice, he came to me.

"So you think my seeds are best suited?" I asked him, noting the glances his wife shot at us while she served us iced tea.

"I have watched you. You have such a strong charisma, you're hardworking and you do not indulge in frivolous activities _"

"Why me?" I interrupted, griping the iced tea which I was served. I was in no need to hear flimsy reasons why he needed my seeds.

"I've discussed it with my wife. Infact, Kelsey is pleased with this. We would meet your demands of course if ever there are any." Mr Tory laid out some papers, going over each section of the paper.

Even as little as he was, he held a reputation that screamed 'if you don't do my biddings, you may suffer for it.' That was what he had done to Brian, the most famous baker down our street, he had forcefully taken over the bakery. Brian had left the county because he had been subtly threatened if he ever fought to regain his property.

And Kelsey, his wife was no difference, I reasoned. She wanted me, didn't she inform me that she would find a way to get me between her legs.

I smirked to my self. Wasn't Mr Troy seeing the picture or he was playing dumb to it? The money wasn't my problem, a million dollar was huge - but I was already self sufficient in what I had.

"Would I regret it if I refuse this?" I found myself voicing out loud.

A slow devilish grin stretched across his face. He chuckled, sitting back in his chair. "Why would you think of such a thing? I supposed you're thinking why didn't I go to the hospital for this? You should know that knowing the individual depositing his seeds is far better than having minimal or no knowledge at all of the individual. I am against the notion of adoption, but I dare say - this is way better," he explained.

He was avoiding my question, I noticed. Mr. Tory obviously didn't want to paint himself as a terrible man, all he continued to do was to show how benefitting the money would be to me.

"We could go to the hospital whenever you're ready, and I'll do the needful." I finally concluded. If he needed my seeds, I would help with that. I shouldn't dwell much on it.

"Not that way, Cameron Rayman. You'll be performing the natural way." He dropped the bomb.

I should have left that instant. Mr Tory was crazy, how could he agree to this madness? I should sleep with his wife and_

No! This was the height of it. One look at Mr Tory, he didn't seem the least affected. I stood up, politely turning him down.

Days later, agents came to my house - stating that they needed to buy my land. I knew who was behind this. I was only a farmer who minded my business, why was Mr Troy making my life unbearable because I had refused impregnating his wife.

I had no resources to get a lawyer for myself. What was I to do? Choosing not to lose my house, farm and probably the life I had, I chose to oblige.

"You're here," Kelsey smiled when she saw me walk in. "My husband told me you would be coming in." She ushered me into room.

My shirt was pulled off, already straddled on my left shoulder. The way she stared at me made my stomach churn. "If you were that hungry to have me between your legs, why choose to make my life a living hell?" I spat, clearly provoked.

Kelsey wore a satin, long dress that exposed her upper cleavage and leave you hanging to denote what she wore underneath. "You won't come to me easily, so I have to make a way."

Her smile stirred the fury in my loins, I was forced to grabbed her hand, yanking her towards me.

She gasped, parting her lips.

"Does your husband fucking know your ploy?" I ignored the stabbing thought of having those lips of hers swallowing my cock.

Every little act she did unknowingly turned me on aggressively. But hell, she was someone's wife and I hated that so much to the depths of my stomach.

"Even if he does, this to him is business," she answered me.

The way she was calm was another aspect of her that infuriated me. How could she be so calm yet she was a devil's wife? My chest burned, and I found myself choking her neck.

Her eyes stretched, her lower lip stuck to her teeth. "This act of play would have made a great scene in bed," her breath hitched as her hands wounded around my arms.

My cocked tweaked.

Fuck!

I forced her to the wall, slamming her as anger stormed my very thoughts. "Now where is your fucking husband if he finds my gesture gratifying enough?" I pressed my body on hers, ignoring my shirt that slid off my shoulder.

She moaned. "He's not in if you find that much pleasing."

The need to call her a slut rose to the tip of my tongue but I swallowed it back. Pressed my cock to her legs while my hands pushed her skirts up. "Feel it?" I asked, meeting her gaze.

"Yes," she muttered breathlessly.

"If this is what you want so much, then I shall give it to you so you shall leave me the fuck alone." I swirled her around, ripped the edges of her skirts that got in the way.

I had never been vulgar. No, I don't think I had ever been. But the way she remained so calm had my blood rushing to my cock. And the very thought of slamming my cock into her pussy only resonated with me then.

"Now, dip that ass of yours," I said roughly, peeled her pretty underwear, cupped her ass cheeks as I presented my cock to it.

"Oh, God," she moaned instantly as I shoved my length into her pussy.

"Feel that?" I asked again, beads of sweats dripping from her back to my chest then rolled downwards to the place our organs met.

"Yes, please give it to me." She begged.

I slammed into her, curling my hands around her neck. This time, her moans were loud. To award her, I rained a couple of maddened thrusts.

"Now shush, and take it like a good girl," I said, grabbing her hair.

The way her pussy swallowed my length had me forget the promise I had made to myself never to fuck a married woman. But how could she be so sweet, how could she be so fucking sweet?

I groaned as I let pleasure wheel me on. "Oh, fuck, please give me more," she moaned.

I slid my fingers into her mouth, allowing her the pleasure to suck on them. Damn, I was close to the edge already.

"Not now, not now," I fought the voices in my head. She wanted this afterall so I was only giving it to her, I reasoned.

Kelsey's body finally erupted, her mouth giving way to a scream. I covered it, giving her double hits until I finally came.

And like a veil being removed from the eyes, I was slapped back to reality. Kelsey dropped to the floor, sucking on her lip as her eyes rolled back.