Page 39 of Tormenting Me

Wes

“On the plane, you said you weren’t feeling well. Now we’re on the other side of the country. The time change may be fucking with you. Since we didn’t have sex last night, it’s not unreasonable to think that you might not want to.” I tell her, keeping her body pressed against the tree. “Are you late?”

She nods. “Three days now.”

While out shopping with my dad, I snuck off and bought a pregnancy test in the event Layne ended up saying something. But me and my big ass mouth couldn’t keep it in any longer. I also bought her the little disc things she uses for her period and some pads, just in case. Along with her favorite snacks, I’m not going to miss something that could make her feel better. I just wonder if I can coax her into taking the test.

Layne grinds her pussy against me, bringing me back to reality. I reach between us, pop the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. I set her down and drop to my knees, tugging her jeans and underwear down. Slowly, building the tension between us. She shivers slightly as the cool fall air delicately touches her bare skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps down her legs.

I get to my feet and carefully lift her, leaning against the tree for added stability. Layne’s hands clumsily struggle with my belt and jeans, her fingers trembling with anticipation. “We could get caught out here,” her voice trembles as I pull my pants down to just below my ass. I give her a mischievous grin, widening my stance, the head of my cock at her entrance. Layne pushes her hips forward, and I slide right in.

Fuck.

“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” I thrust up into her, my hips rocking into hers. Layne grips my shoulder to keep herself steady. Her moans echo through the quiet forest. “You really don’t know how to be quiet, do you, baby?”

“Oh fuck you, Wes. Oh shit,” she cries as I slam into her, grunting from thrusting into her so hard.

“I think I’m the one fucking you, Ma Petite Mort. And you’re taking it just like my good little slut. Aren’t you?“ I lean in and claim her mouth before she can sass me some more.

I swallow her moans and cries, wanting the sounds she makes for myself. I pull back, panting. “Come for me, my bratty girl. Come for your Buainteoir.“ Layne’s pussy grips my cock, pulsing with her orgasm, pulling me deeper inside of her. “Fuck, baby.” I whimper against her lips as I spill inside her. My cock twitches inside her, giving her every drop of my cum. The sound of Layne’s rapid breaths echoes in my ears, amplifying the chaotic thumping of my heart.

After a few moments, I gently pull out and help Layne back onto her feet. Crouching down, I lift her pants and give her a meaningful glance as she slips her legs into them. My hands pull them up over her gorgeous ass. Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her lower stomach before pulling the zipper up.

“Wes, don’t get your hopes up,” Layne says, her voice filled with sadness.

I rise to my feet and push her back against the tree. “I want you to hear me, loud and clear, Layne. Regardless of what that test says, or if you start your period, I’m going to hope. I hope that at some point, this,” I slide my hand down to spread it across her womb, “happens.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, reflecting the sadness within. “Let’s head back to the house before my parents think we’re lost,” I suggest, fastening my pants and belt. I take Layne’s hand and guide her back toward the house.

A short walk later, we are back in the backyard, climbing up the deck steps to the sliding door. We step inside and head toward the bedroom, walking past the kitchen where my Ma is cooking.

“Layne, love, do ya want to help with getting some of the food ready for tomorrow?” As she turns around, a gasp escaped her lips. “Oh.”

“Uh, sure. I’d love that.” Layne says, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“We’re gonna hop in the shower first, Ma,” I say, pulling Layne behind me. “She’ll be right back.”

“O, a chlann ghrinn! (Oh, you naughty kids!)“ Ma chuckles from the kitchen, making me smile as we round the corner of that hallway straight into our room. Luckily, the room my parents set us up in has its own bathroom. I close and lock the bedroom door, walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

Layne walks in behind me, closing the door behind her. We shed our clothes and step into the shower, letting the warm water cascades over us as we stand together under the shower head. Our bodies pressed against each other. I can feel the tension and uncertainty between us.

As the water washes away the sweat and dirt from our forest escapade, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of love and desire for Layne. Despite the sadness in her voice earlier, I want her to know that I am here, and I am never leaving.

I turn to face her, my hands cupping her face gently. “Layne,” I whisper, looking into her eyes, “I know it’s not easy, and there are no guarantees. But I want you to know that I’m here, no matter what happens. We’ll face whatever comes our way together.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, mirroring the love and vulnerability of my own. She nods, her fingers intertwining with mine. The water continues to pour over us, a comforting and cleansing presence.

After we finish showering, we dry off and get dressed in comfortable clothes. As we step out of the bathroom, we find ourselves back in the kitchen, where my Ma is still busy cooking.

My Ma looks up from her cooking and smiles warmly at us. “Did ya two have a nice shower?” she asks playfully, causing Layne to blush and look away.

I chuckle and squeeze Layne’s hand reassuringly. “Yes, Ma,” I reply with a grin, “it was refreshing.”

My Ma nods knowingly, her eyes filled with maternal love. “Well, why don’t ya two help me with the food preparations?” she suggests, gesturing towards the counter filled with ingredients.

Layne’s face lights up, grateful for the distraction. “That sounds great,” she says, her voice filled with gratitude.

We spend the next hour chopping vegetables, mixing sauces, and sharing laughter in the kitchen. The familiar scents and sounds bring a sense of comfort and normalcy to our lives, even amidst the uncertainty.

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