Page 29 of Pretty Little Disaster

“Obviously not right now, that would be weird but I don’t want to be single my whole life. Nic, I like the way it feels when you kiss me. I like the way you touch me but it’s not helping the situation, it just complicates everything.” She presses a soft kiss on my cheek and slides out from under me, standing on her feet and making her way down the hall. She’s right and I should let her go to bed, take another cold shower, and get some rest myself but something desperate that claws inside me has me calling her back.

“Wait.” I stand up and move toward her. “I don’t want you worrying about what your mom thinks of our situation. I don’t want you worrying about anything. It’s bad for baby Conte.” I smile as I look down at her popped-open jeans again. Knowing that there's a part of me tucked away inside her, gives me far more satisfaction than it should. I told myself at the start that it was the thought of inconveniencing her that got me off, but I'm now starting to worry that it might be something else. “What if we tell your mom and stepdad that we’re together?” I suggest, unable to resist touching her there again.

“Together, like a couple?” She stares at me as if I’m crazy.

“It won’t be hard to pull off, you live here, you're having my baby. You like the way I touch you.” I use her words against her as I slide my free hand around her back and draw her closer.

“I wish I’d never admitted to that.” She shoves me hard in the chest, but I stand firm. I like this closeness between us.

“But you did.” I take a chance and slip the fingers I have resting on her belly into the waistline of her panties.

“And I’ll admit something to you in return.” I back her up against the wall, keeping my forehead against hers as I circle her entrance with the tip of my finger.

“I wouldn’t let anyone else do the touching.” I kiss her, slipping my finger inside her warm channel and groaning when I feel how wet and tight she is.

“Nic.” Her hands reach around my back and grip my hair as I finger-fuck her up against the wall.

“Don’t use complicated as an excuse. It’s always been complicated with you.” I grab her jaw with my free hand and force her to look at me. “Right now, while our child is growing in there, you’re mine. Mine to care for...” I kiss her jaw. “...Mine to pleasure.” Then her neck. “And if you like the way it feels when I touch you, then I’m going to do a hell of a lot more of it.” I force the jeans off her hips and drag them down to her ankles along with her panties then lifting one of her feet, I balance it on my raised knee and spread her open in front of me. I admire her bare pussy before my tongue trails through the neat little slit that runs through the center of it, and I taste how sweet she is. My eyes glance up to hers as I splay both my palms against her stomach and she hums, letting go of all her doubts as she watches me pleasure her with my tongue. I keep staring up at her, watching her lose control as I own her. Mind, body, and fucking soul.

“Nic.” It’smyname she calls out when she comes, it’smytongue she spills onto, and when I stand back up and lift her off her feet, it’smyeyes she’s still fixated on

“Who do you belong to, pretty girl?” I drill my pupils into hers, feeling pathetic for needing to hear it.

“You…” she whispers. “Just for now.”

LORNA

Ilet him carry me into my bedroom and lay me down on the bed, then I watch as he takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt. It gives me plenty of time to change my mind, plenty of time to rethink what we’re about to do, but all I can focus on is him. I’ve spent so much of the time I’ve known Nic, disliking him. Hating him for how handsome he was, hating him for never noticing me, or for treating me like an inconvenience. I never really took the time to seek out any good or to admire him. So, that's what I do as he takes off his slacks and underwear, then stands with his thick, hard cock in front of him. I want to reach out and grab it. I want to kiss him the way he just kissed me, but I get the sense that Nic needs control.

“Why do you look scared?” he asks as he leans over my body and lets his cock rest between my pussy lips.

“I’m not scared, we’re just crossing boundaries again.” I swallow thickly as his tip strokes over my clit.

“Baby, this is just me giving you what you need,” he whispers, and who am I to argue as he rolls his hips and strokes his cock through my center. “I like being what you need. I like it that you have my baby settled inside you, and I like that your pussy gets wetter each time I touch it,” he tells me and I can’t help smilingat his words. Knowing I have an effect on him makes things seem a little more even.

These last few weeks I haven’t been able to get this man out of my head, he only has to brush past me and I soak my panties. I even like the way he makes me being pregnant with his baby, sound like he’s claimed me. He’s prepared to tell my mom and stepdad that we’re a couple and there’s a part of me that kind of wants it to be true.

“Spread open for me baby, let me take care of this pregnant pussy.” He dips his head between us and spits on my clit, making my insides clench and my fingers grip the sheets. I feel his warm, wet saliva trickle through my folds and pool at my entrance as he moves up my body and lets his cock tease me there.

“I fucking love the way you look when you’re needy,” he tells me, holding his cock in his hand and drawing circles around my entrance. “Look at you, throbbing and puckering to feel me inside you. You want me to fill you all the way, pretty girl?” He spits again, this time on the thick head of his cock. “Fuck, princess, you really like it when I do that.” He smiles as he takes my jaw in his hand again. “You want to try something new, dirty girl?” he asks and when I nod my head, the smile on his face turns wicked. “Open that pretty mouth for me, let me see that tongue” He squeezes the hollows of my cheeks forcing me to open wider and when I do as he requests, he shocks the hell out of me when he spits directly onto it.

“How do you like that?” I stare right back at him still in shock.

“Swallow it down, like a good baby mamma. Show me that you’ll take whatever I give you.” I don’t hesitate to do what he orders. It’s degrading and humiliating, and I should want to slap his face for it but this man has somehow made it feel like a reward.

“You like that? Your pussy is telling me you liked it,” he assures me as he edges the tip of his cock inside me. “You're a strange, little creature, Lorna James. I wish I could figure you out. Maybe that's one of the other things I like about you,” he confesses, as he fills me with more solid inches.

“Does that mean there's more?” I can’t help wondering…and hoping.

“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He grips me tighter, as if he’s trying to hold back and I don’t know if he’s naming another thing on the list or if it’s just a distraction from my question. “Myfucking pussy, Lorna. Let me hear you say that.” He drags himself back out and slams into me again.

“Yours,” I agree. Already feeling myself building to another orgasm.

“Good girl. You can be such a good fucking girl when you want to be.” He releases his fingers from my jaw so he can slide them down my neck. “Mine to fuck. Mine to worship, and mine to come in. Do you like feeling my cum inside you?”

“Yes.” I don’t even have to think about that. I’m pretty certain that since his seed invaded my body, it’s taken complete control of it because this is not who I am.

“Good, because you're getting lots more. I like the idea of knocking you up again.” I’m shocked as hell when his words instantly trigger me to come, my hips thrusting against his as I growl like an animal.

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