There was something about her that I really liked, something that was pulling on me. Ella was beautiful, with her long blond hair and cute button nose. Her skin looked like velvet, so soft and supple.
And fuck, that body; curvy perfection, with long legs and tone arms. But it wasn't just that. Ella had a spark to her, a fire that burned inside her, making me want to feel the heat.
Even when she was yelling at me, all I could picture were her lucious lips wrapping my cock, her tongue sliding down my shaft and tasting my length.
I hadn't felt any real attraction to anyone in years. Yes, I had girlfriends and the occasional one night stand, but none of those woman made me truly want them. They were all relationships of convenience.
A woman on my arm so my mother wouldn't look like a failure at one of her charity dinners. A girl at my side so I had someone to take pictures with at an event or local restaurant grand opening. And most of the time I never saw the woman again. Not because I'm a dick, but because we had absolutely nothing in common. Nothing.
Ella hit me differently, she made my cock twitch and my muscles clench. That was what I needed to do this. Someone who could make my blood surge and my cock hard.
It wasn't like I was doing this for no reason, I didn't have a choice, my options were limited and I couldn't trust a fucking person around me. Putting that ad in the paper was the only control I had over my future.
And as I stood there, wondering how the hell I was going to make this work, all I could think about was taking her, making her scream my name and beg me for more.
There was no doubt in my mind, Ella was the one who was going to have my baby.
Now, I just had to convince her of that.