Chapter 116. Gemma Chan (Various Females X Reader)

Going clubbing was not a foreign notion to Y/N, he had been out clubbing plenty of times in the years gone by that he was actually allowed out to clubs, but clubbing while on holiday in the United States was definitely a different experience.

He was recommended a club in LA by some of the more famous friends he had, a club where the prices were ridiculously high, but a club where only the extremely wealthy and famous could ever step foot in. Getting passed the myriad of huge bouncers was difficult enough without his name being on the list of members, but the manager knew of him, and once his ID confirmed it was him, he was let inside the club.

As soon as you entered the club, he had to leave his phone, keys and anything else capable of taking photographs and recording video/audio into a lock box that was stored behind the counter at the entrance, with Y/N being given a key and told not to lose it, along with a tab being set up for the night with his payment details before he was allowed to step another foot into the club.

The first thing he did when he got onto the main floor of the club was head straight over to the bar and get two shots, expensive stuff, two grand for each shot, but money wasn't an issue at all, and once the shots were down, that's when the thumping music and the bright colourful lights that were constantly changing finally began having an effect on him.

The thumping music seemed to get louder and more intense with the more that he drank, and within minutes, he had already found a girl to dance with. She was pretty, blonde, a few inches shorter than him and was wearing a designer dress that barely went halfway down her thighs, but he wasn't going to complain about that when their bodies were grinding against each other on the dance floor, her plump ass pushing back against his crotch in time with the thumping music that was playing.

The woman turned around to face Y/N, wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes so she could lean further into his ear. "Do you wanna come into the bathroom with me and fuck my brains out?" She lifted her leg up so that her bare thigh was rubbing against his crotch teasingly. "I do gymnastics, so I'm really flexible as well." She continued rubbing her thigh against his crotch in the middle of the club for anyone to see. "You could pick me up with these big, strong arms and fold me in half, or I could do a standing split in these heels and give you all the access you need." She stopped talking to blow into his ear, feeling him physically shudder when she did so. "How does that sound?"

Before he could answer, a hand was placed on his shoulder, pretty red painted nails garnering his attention despite the thigh rubbing he was receiving.

"Do you want to have a drink with me?" The woman who had come up to them asked in a beautiful English accent, and she was a beauty to behold, Asian and stunning were the two words he would use to describe her. "How about it."

He recognised her vaguely, but couldn't place her for the moment, but when she extended her hand and offered to lead him through the crowd to the bar, after taking another look at the blonde who looked very offended that he was considering it, he decided to take the Asian woman's hand and go with her, ignoring the insults coming from the blonde as they left her behind on the dance floor.

He let himself be pulled across the dance floor towards the bar, where the woman ordered two more shots for each of them, with all four being downed before another word was spoken between them.

"You were the only guy in the club who didn't try their luck when you spotted me earlier." She stated as a matter of fact. "That makes me annoyed that you didn't think I was worth the effort, so I've got a proposition for you."

She didn't let him interrupt before she began speaking once more. "I've been looking for someone like you for about a week now. Young. Athletic. Lean. Fit. Pretty."

"I wouldn't have described myself as pretty." The young man responded with after that compliment.

"Guys can be pretty too." She laud her hand atop of his on the bar, slowly beginning to slide it up his forearm. "You're a very pretty man. But that's not what I really needed to tell you. I want to have children, and I'm not getting any younger. My last relationship, he couldn't give me children, so I dumped him. So now I've moved onto you for now."

She reached across the small gap between them, leaning in towards his face, their cheeks touching with the close proximity of the two. "What do you say stud? Think you're fertile enough to impregnate me? I'll give you two days to get it done, three if you're good in bed."

(Some time later)

Her name was Gemma, she had an apartment in LA, she was old enough to be his mother and she was an actress was a few of the things Y/N had learned about her, the third one mainly because he remembered what he recognised her from, an episode of Sherlock that he had watched years ago.

Though that wasn't what was currently drawing him into her, that was the fact that despite her mature look and lean body, when her thighs had first closed around his sides the previous night and her legs had crossed around his back, he found that there was no escaping the iron like grip that her surprisingly powerful thighs and legs had on him, so he had been left to work with what little room she gave him to thrust into her from above, piping her hard and deep into the early hours of the morning, with the only breaks they took being to go to the bathroom and some hasty position changes that Gemma wanted to try so his cock could penetrate as deep as possible.

By the end of the first night, he had given her four of the deepest creampies that she had ever received in her life, not to mention the several orgasms that she had as well, creating an almost certainty in her mind that she would have gotten pregnant from the amount of cum that she had milked from his cock.

She needed to be sure though, hence why the next morning her first meal of the day was a mouthful of hard and throbbing cock to wake up the stud turned father to be before she mounted his cock and rode him to hell and back, holding onto his hands for nearly the whole ninety minutes that she rode him for, pulling another three full loads from his body and into her womb where the sperm would race to fertilise her eggs.

They both fell asleep for another several hours after the morning sex session, waking up mid afternoon to the sun peering through the curtains and for Gemma to lay flat on her stomach, hands crossed under the pillow that her head laid on while Y/N laid atop her body pushing into her slow and deep, taking the pace of the previous sex sessions down to almost zero, but with every slow, precise and meaningful thrust, his cock continued to rake down against her most sensitive spots, leaving her biting the pillow for dear life everytime the head of his cock slid down one of her walls until his hips met her ass each time, pushing against the flesh that his hips had been ricocheting off the previous night.

This type of sex definitely felt the best by far, for Gemma and Y/N both. Gemma only seemed to get tighter and tighter as the minutes and orgasms passed between the two of them, his cum spilling out of her after his second orgasm, but despite how sensitive it was, neither of them wanted to yield, with Gemma continuing to milk the cum from the deepest and darkest depths of his ballsack with every orgasm, pumping more and more fresh semen into her while the old continued to spill out onto the bedsheets, but neither of them cared about the mess they were making, they only cared about creating more and more messes with each other until they physically couldn't handle it anymore.

"I know I probably should've mentioned this yesterday." Y/N spoke up as he came to a rest, their bodies nearly stuck together with sweat. "But I actually have a condition that doesn't let me have single children. I can only give you twins or more."

"Fuck, why didn't you mention that at the time?" Gemma turned her head on the pillow to sort of look at him. "I would've given you a lot more than two days if you'd told me that."