Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

Danica's grip tightened around the mop, her stomach heated up. The sound of Loney's voice made her heart stop. She feared knowing who Loney truly was. She was frozen to the spot. She turned her head to meet his form. Her heart rate increased. His hairy well-sculpted chest, inviting exposed. He was only in his boxers. She quickly looked away.

When Loney realized she didn't move, he strode towards her. He placed one hand gently on her shivering one on the doorknob, used his other hand to lift her chin, his eyes bored into hers. Danica felt hot flashes at his touch, she bit her lower lip, her heart thumped. She tried to look away, catching sight of something still red on his hand, then his head. Her heart froze. Worry saturated her, she couldn't tell why. Her voice shook as she spoke, "sorry, I was cleaning the bloodstains. I didn't mean to intrude."

Loney's gaze darkened, "that isn't your job. You are supposed to be sleeping," his sounded alluring, Danica felt her muscles tighten.

"You promised to come," she said, shifting her gaze but Loney held her chin up gently but firm, his eyes burned into hers.

"And I'm here," his voice was deep, her heart panged.

Danica felt heated and uncomfortable, she dropped the mop, "let me apply medication to your wound. Do you have first aid?" She asked. Loney released her chin and moved away. Danica released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Yes, in the drawer under the dressing table," he said, not taking his eyes off her. Danica figured she had to make her way around his in his closet by herself. She went into the large room and was amazed by the different types of clothing, then shoes and even the hard hat. It increased her curiosity but she swallowed it.

When she came out of the closet, Loney was leisurely sitting on the luxury sofa. The sight of him made her heart flutter. "It will hurt a little," she said and began applying medication on his elbow. "Mmmmm," Loney hummed. Danica realized that Loney didn't even flinch. "How did it happen?" She sceptically asked after some time.

"It was an accident but don't worry about it," Loney casually said like it was nothing. However, since Danica didn't know much about his personality, to her he sounded firm and she feared asking another question but recalled the different types of clothes she saw in his closet. "What do you do?" She couldn't help asking.

"Menial jobs," Loney casually said, his lips thinning into a smile at his own joke. Danica understood that he didn't want to give much information about herself and said, "let me get your food." Loney nodded while he observed what she had done with his wounds in the mirror.

Danica returned with a tray and served Loney's food. Since she knew he was coming, she had cooked for him and was glad he didn't reject her offer. "It's delicious," Loney said after taking the first bite. Danica was fluttered, "thank you."

"Did you take any medical training? This is professionally done," Loney said, referring to his well-treated wounds.

"I love kids and I used to watch them play games. Some got hurt along the way so I learnt about first aid measures just to take care of them. That's all there is to it." Loney was moved and now, he was certain that Danica was indeed Danica and not Daniella.

"Tell me about your family," he suddenly asked.

Danica bit her lower lip, contemplating what to say. She knew that Loney knew Daniella but since she didn't know what had transpired, she couldn't tell him. "There is none. Let me take the tray away," she got up, bent to pick the tray. Loney had emptied the plate, which made her believe that he really liked her food. However, she avoided his gaze because she feared he would see through that she just told a lie. Regardless, Loney held her arm. She froze and shivered a little at the contact. He was so close, his hairy muscled chest exhumed her. "I can't wait till then. Don't we have an appointment?" Loney reminded. "But you are hurt. How?" Danica wanted to resist due to his injuries. She even saw him limp a little.

"You just fed me. I have the strength," Loney countered, deciphering the meaning in her words. The thing was, even if Loney was in a wheelchair, he could have still performed beyond her imagination. Before Danica spoke, he pressed his lips on hers, pushed the tray away. He pulled Danica into his arms on the sofa. It felt different, seeing him take her, waking all the pleasures in her body. The best part was, her body responded to him. It wasn't like a contract thing. It was rather something they both wanted. He groped her nightgown, letting it fall to the floor. Loney pulled away a little, raked her skin with his eyes, not seeing her this close in the dark. Even he liked it better this way.

Danica was roped in the hard toned muscled body. She thought only men in action movies had this kind of body and she began to affirm that Loney was indeed a spy, which was why he didn't want to let her in on what he does for a living. How could he build such a huge mansion from menial jobs? Not even a toddler would believe that.

However, when Loney pulled down his boxers, Danica feared for the size of the cock in front of her. Was this what went inside her those nights? How was she able to walk after? Yet, strangely, her body craved it and she found herself touching it with Loney's hands and mouth tasting every inch of her body. She realized that Loney began to mourn as she touched it and continued to massage it gently, the size swelling in her hand at every point in time.

Her heartbeat increased, her breathing getting heavier. Her skin reddened at the hickeys Loney made sure to leave as his signature. She felt her clitoris swell when Loney covered her hard nipple with his mouth. He inserted a finger inside her, feeling her wetness and knew she was ready. He carried her gently to the bed like an egg, laid her on her back, with their legs bent and up in the air. Her legs were slightly past shoulder-length apart, and she could grip the soles of her feet with her hands.

Loney penetrated her gently, a flame of pain and excitement flinging in, as he thrust in and out of her, hitting all her angles while she laid on her back. Intermittently, he would engage her clitoris with one hand, stroking it gently, while his other hand supported her legs. Danica felt like bubbles were bursting inside her. She couldn't swallow her moans and let them out freely. She didn't care anymore if he felt she was enjoying it.

Her Breathing turned heavier, her heartbeat increasing, she felt hot blood rushing through her veins to her core. Her muscles tensed, The walls of their core swelling, gripping tightly to his size expanding inside her. Her clitoris became super-sensitive to Loney's every touch, as she reached orgasm. Loney let out deep moans, masking Danica's pleasurable sounds filling the room. The muscles at the base of his manhood tightened, his semen fighting to release in ejaculation but he pulled out instantly, and laid beside Danica.

He didn't want the night to end. She had become his addiction. He pitied her tired form but couldn't let go. He covered her nipple with his mouth again, his hands stroking every inch of her body. Her smooth silky skin with the red patches he enjoyed leaving there. Danica's body began to respond again.

She laid on her side trying to catch her breath. Therefore Loney, seeing her tired form, didn't want to move her. He laid in the same direction, behind her, bent her knees and pushed her rear back toward him for easier access to her core, adjusting the lean of their bodies to vary at the angle of entry, while he rocked and thrust both roughly and gently, from the sideways position. Danica's moans got louder with his, as he played with her breasts with one hand, stimulating her clitoris with another. The body contact and deep penetration, sending another wave of orgasm. This time, Loney emptied his seed deep inside her. He couldn't continue seeing her depressed after each test. She wasn't Daniella and he wanted a baby...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐