Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

Chapter Seventy - Five

Herty was terrified. Her stomach pinched in fear. She wasn't expecting her parents to return any time

soon but that was the thing about the missionary work. It's so unpredictable. Her mum caught her. Her

little rendezvous was about to end.

Stationary, when she spoke, Herty thought she had heard wrongly. "What are you doing out there?

Bring your boyfriend inside."

Paul was equally fascinated and didn't have the chance to speak when the blonde middle-aged woman

yanked him in, shutting the door. Well, they were nothing Paul expected. Herty was upfront and told

them about Paul's loath for the church, thinking it would make her parents judgemental of him but they

were rather polar.

They welcomed him to their home because he was the first man their daughter brought. They could

see that she was happy and as for Paul, they didn't have to worry. Years of experience in the

missionary had taught them that even the stoniest of hearts could melt at the right time.

Sunday morning.

Herty woke up to the ring of her phone. The name on the caller ID cleared her eyes from all traces of

sleep. "Paul?"

"What time does service start?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"7:30. Why do you ask?" The line died. Well, she couldn't go back to sleep and rather began preparing

for church. Just as she got to the church with her parents, she saw Paul standing at the entrance as if

contemplating on whether or not he should go in.

She didn't urge him. Rather, she walked past him, turned around and gave an assuring smile. Then,

she walked inside the auditorium. Five minutes passed and Paul was frozen to the spot, while other

congregants walked in and out of the auditorium.

He turned back, took a step, then stopped. Likewise, he spun, took a deep breath and entered the

church.

**********

one month later.

Daniella found herself adjusting to life after the accident with crutches and a wheelchair. Jones was

very supportive. He pleaded with Loney to allow Daniella to personally apologize to her sister. It was

supposed to be part of the healing process. She had to confess, ask for forgiveness and begin a new

life. As expected, Danica was too horrified. She also feared but forgave her sister especially since

Jones was going to be responsible for her. She might not trust her sister but she trusted Jones.

Daniella had gone back to doing as she used to when she pretended to be Danica. Now, she went by

her name. The doctor suggested an artificial leg and Jones wanted to go with it but Daniella refused.

She believed that this was the thorn in her flesh. Every time evil crops up, she will remember the price

she paid and reject it. She also believed that this was God's punishment on her for all she did to her

sister hence, she would bear her cross.

Jones never loved her any less. He supported her every decision and found ways to make her happy.

Daniella was a new person.

******

At Loney's mansion.

The sound of a bawling baby could be heard in the middle of the night. Loney woke up and so did

Danica but he urged her to go back to sleep. Dragging his sleepy ass to the baby's room, he lifted Lord

to his chest. Then he fed and changed his diaper. He soothed him, rocking him back and forth gently,

till he went back to sleep. After kissing his son on the head, he lay him back in the cot.

Loney returned to the room to see Danica's sleeping form. Their sexual lives had sparked two weeks

ago and he couldn't have enough of her. He loved her so much, he didn't have words to describe it. He

gazed at her sleeping form, instantly feeling his dick harden. He hovered over her, placing soft kisses

on her face to her neck. He unbuttoned her night things and pulled them off her. She laid bare before

him as he took in her features. Her stomach wasn't as flat as it used to. There was a little swell. He

lowered himself, kissing her stomach gently.

Danica's hands found their way into his hair. She caressed his hair gently, running her hands through

the curls, her closed eyes. She couldn't explain it but he still had that effect on her. His touch, his lips

on her skin, gave her the shiver that made her always want more of him.

When he realized that she was awake, he moved up and kissed her passionately, Danica moaned into

his mouth. He cupped her breast gently, not to provoke the breast milk. Circling his tongue around her

nipple, Danica arched her back, moaning in pleasure. He moved to the next breast, his tongue flickered

and rolled around it.

Pleasure tore through her and she let out a yelp, biting her lower lips to keep prevent moaning too loud.

Loney found himself sucking her breast, milk gushed into his mouth. He swallowed and continued to

roll his tongue around her nipple. Danica's body was on fire. Her body burned ablaze with pleasure

sparks, she couldn't hold in anymore.

She cried out his name, the sound of her soft voice spurring the rise of delicious hormones in Loney.

Nibbling on her earlobe, another pleasure cruised through her. He moved down her core, pressing his

lips to the entrance of the vagina, the amusement was intense.

It was too much. Too much ecstasy she couldn't hold in. The stitch, even though healed, has made that

part of her so sensitive. Just as Loney's tongue penetrated her entrance, she found herself releasing

his mouth but Loney only pulled her closer, plunging deeper with his tongue. Her muscles tightened,

she was shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure from her release flung her.

"I love you, Loney," she let out, exhausted. Loney laid beside her, ignoring his painful hard member. He

enjoyed seeing her exhausted form after her release. Danica's hand found its way to his hard member.

She began caressing it gently at first, in upward and downward movements.

Loney groaned, sensation cruising through him, he was moving his waist to urge her on. She covered

his lips with hers while trying to dominate the kiss but Loney beat her to it. His tongue explored the

warmth of her mouth while she continued to caress his hardener. She broke apart gently, rolling her

tongue on his nipple. Loney let out a loud moan, as she continued to suck his nipple, still stroking his

hard dick, it kept swelling in her hand.

Danica glid over him, taking his phallus into her moist mouth. She licked it, rolling her tongue around it

before taking his full length into her mouth. Loney groaned, his salty precum, filling her mouth. She

swallowed and continued sucking, rolling her tongue, pushing it in and out of her mouth. Loney

continued to moan, pleasurable sensations filling him.

Just when he was about to release, he flung her on top of him, thrusting his hard member into her

dripping wet vagina. Danica moaned, pleasure sparking through her once again. Her walls adjusted,

taking in his length that continued to swell inside her. She arched her back, circling her hips, and

moving in upward and downward movement. Loney moaned in pleasure and when he was about to

come, he held her waist to still her and swung her back to the bed while he surged on top of her,

without disconnecting the intercourse.

Danica yelped as another flung of pleasure sprung through her. Loney was wild. His thrusts were hard

and rough, making her moan louder and louder as she urged him on, wrapping her legs securely

around his waist and pressing him down.

Loney maintained his rough thrusts, in and out of her at a fast pace. Danica screamed as another

pleasure spark to her, she found her release again. Loney's breath turned heavy, as he plunged

rougher and faster, his muscles tightening, as he released his seed inside her. They weren't preparing

for another child yet but he knew she was on pills. Their exhausted bodies gave in to sleep, cuddled in

each other's arms.

Tomorrow, he would leave them as responsibilities demanded. But tonight, he would pretend that it

wasn't going to happen. His one month leave was over and his word load had tripled, as more

contracts kept knocking at his door from billionaires and higher government officials including the

president. Governor Maxwell's safe house was also to be constructed. He couldn't tell if it was a

blessing or a curse.