Page 32 of Forced Pregnant Mate

Lena lets out a series of sharp, short cries and lets go of me to hold herself up as her hips jerk back and forth. My hands tighten on her ass as I open my lips and fill my mouth with her sweet, pulsing pussy.

Her breaths settle into a light, shivery rhythm. I could stay down here all day, but I know after an orgasm that intense, she will need a break. I look up at her, and she’s truly the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

Her hair is loose around her face, slowly slipping out of the bun. Her cheeks are flushed red, and there is a shimmer in her green eyes. An intensity I have never seen before.

“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up to her. She leans down and lets me stroke her cheek.

“I will not take your virginity until you are completely ready,” I say, making my voice loud and clear this time. “Only you know when the right time will be, and I am content to wait for you.”

She smiles softly, nodding. I smile back, silently cursing myself for being a liar.

Because my wait will not be content at all, but still, I will wait for the rest of my life rather than hurt her!

Chapter 13 - Lena

After the big incident with Jack, I find it difficult to go to work with him. I stay home for a few days, not wanting to go out to the diner or the warehouse. I tidy the house and organize my things, spending quite a bit of time in the kitchen trying to learn how to cook.

Idly wiping down the counter and trying to read a recipe online, I can’t keep my thoughts focused on what I’m doing. All I can think about is Jack and how it felt to be with him.

It’s extremely difficult to process my feelings. Especially now that he turns me on ten times more than he did before.

I never knew he was such a master with his tongue…

I’d read about things like this, and heard other girls talk about it, but I didn’t really know. I never realized that a man could actually make me come with just his tongue.

I’d never even really come before!

The feeling completely overwhelmed me, shattered my view of sex and everything I thought I knew about it. Hearing Jack’s eager, happy moans and seeing his enthusiasm only made me come even harder.

It’s been days, and this is still all I can think about. I’m afraid if I go to work with him, I’ll throw myself at him, straddling his face at every opportunity.

And I don’t think he’d mind one bit.

I toss the cleaning rag into the sink and try to focus on the recipe again. Father and Kelly made me cook a lot of the time, and I cooked for Sam, but it was always very simple fare: meat and vegetables or basic pasta sauce. I’d like to do better than that for Jack. I also have no idea, but would love to learn.

The idea of connecting with Gina or Carla has occurred to me, but I can’t come to either of them with these feelings. They are his family—it would be weird to share my sexual feelings with them and ask their advice.

I’ve never had a really good, trustworthy girlfriend I could chat to about this. Maybe I should call Gina. Try to talk to her while keeping the details out of it.

I’m summoning my courage to do just that when there is a loud knock on the door. I almost jump out of my skin—no one comes this far up the road. We’re too far out of town for random door knockers.

I hurry to open it, thinking it has to be someone from the pack or Jack’s family. When I open the door, the first thing I see is Father’s flinty blue eyes and harsh sneer. I stare at him for a moment, blinking stupidly as my chest gets tighter and tighter.

“Well, aren’t you going to let us in?” Father snaps. My stomach has turned to ice, and I can barely breathe, let alone speak. I manage to nod and step to the side.

Father walks by me, with Kelly and Sam close behind. I give my baby brother a big hug, squeezing him tightly. I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks, and my worry for him has been wearing on me a little more each day.

“Good to see you!” I whisper into his shoulder. “Have you been okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods, pulling back. “Not bad. I’ve been worried about you, though.”

“I—”

“Lena!” Father barks. “I’m standing right here. How dare you turn your back on me. You haven’t even said hello to your stepmother and me, or offered us refreshments, and we came all this way just to see you.”

“I’m sorry, Father.” My voice is soft and whispery as fear grabs me around the throat. “You’re absolutely right. Please come through to the kitchen.”

I lead the way down the hall, and I can’t help noticing the way Father and Kelly look at everything. Both of them start to smile at each other, nodding as they pass the living room with its big, comfy couch and entertainment setup. They do the same thing, looking at paintings and furnishings. When we reach the kitchen, Kelly lets out a little whoop.

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