Page 9 of Pregnant By the Good Guy

“Yes. I’m just trying to calm down, baby.” She nods her head. “I have so many questions. But first I need to kiss you, so I know you’re real.” Taking her soft hand I pull her into my arms where I have been longing for her to be. Leaning in, I wait for her to meet me halfway. The second her lips touch mine we both moan. There is no tongue being used, but you wouldn’t know it.

“Whoa,” she says pulling back for air.

“I know, sweet girl. But that wasn’t enough.” She looks confused until I pick her up and put her on the desk. I rub my hands up and down her thigh. “You have no idea how long I havebeen waiting to be able to touch you again.” She bites her lower lip and looks at me, so sexy and sweet.

“I have some idea.” Damn. She’s been looking for me too?

Unzipping her jacket, I take in her body even though it is covered by a sweater. “Still so beautiful.” I rub her cheek. “You look different.” She stills a bit, and I feel like I am missing something. “It’s a good different, baby. You have a glow that wasn’t there before.”

“Yeah well, I think we should get back.” She abruptly tries to get down from the desk, but I am blocking her not planning on letting her down anytime soon, especially now when I am sure I have missed something.

“Mari, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Her head is down, and she refuses to look at me. “Sweetness, please talk to me. Whatever it is, I am here for you. Now that I have found you I am never losing you again, so tell me.” When she looks up I want to slit my fucking wrists. She is crying and it is the most devastating thing I have ever seen. “Please, stop. Stop the tears. I can’t… you're breaking my heart.”

Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her head and tell her everything is going to be okay. I promise her I am here for her no matter what, but I also remind her I can’t be there if she doesn’t tell me what is going on.

Finally after about ten minutes, she wipes her face on my shirt. I groan and give her my gross face which makes her giggle.

“Sorry.” She gives me a cheeky but still unsure smile.

“Like hell you are.” That is the sound I need to hear every day. “Are you ready to tell me now?” She nods her head even though she is biting her lip. I watch her take a deep breath and then she looks at me.

“I’m pregnant.” My hand stops mid motion from rubbing her arms as what she says sink in.

“What did you say?” I need her to repeat it.

“I’m pregnant.” Holy shit. It fucking worked. “The baby is yours, Royce.”

“Of course it is. I popped that fucking cherry and labeled it.” She looks at me like I am crazy, but I puff my chest out. That night in her room I damn well knew what I was doing when I nutted in her without protection. I just didn’t anticipate missing almost half of it.

Frustration overtakes me because now even though her coat is off, she has on a sweater. Logically I know it is cold out, but it is keeping me from something that belongs to me “Lie back, baby.”

“Why?” she asks, trying to decide if she wants to do it.

“Because I want to see it.”

“See what?” Help me god. She looks hornier than a goat right now and I am going to oblige but first I need to see my baby.

“Your stomach, then your pussy.” I lift her shirt over her head and stumble slightly when I see she is not wearing a bra, but her bump is overshadowing that fact. I rub it with my hands first, acquainting myself with it, letting the hardness seep through me, letting the wonder and joy I feel sink into my skin before leaning over and kissing it.

“Royce,” she gasps, putting her hand in my hair. I ignore her plea for a second and talk to my child.

“Hi little one. I’m your daddy. I’m sorry I haven't been here with you and your mommy, but now that I know, I am never going anywhere. I love you so much, jellybean.” I kiss it one more time and then my mind is only on her pussy that I can smell. With no finesse, I take off her pants and panties, smiling when I see the wet spot in the middle. Pocketing them, I smirk at her. “Saving these for later.” She almost looks scandalized.

“Royce.” She means it to be a reprimand, but it sounds more like permission. I pull her further to the edge of the desk, so her ass is right on the end and inhale the scent I have been missingall this time. “How is it possible you still smell like a virgin and you’re carrying my child?”

“Oh shit Royce,” she whines rocking her head from side to side.

“I know,” I say, stripping off my pants. My boxers goes next, and I grip my cock in my hand.

“I don’t remember it being that big.” Her apprehension makes me feel ten feet tall, but it doesn’t stop her from licking her lips while she looks at my aching, dripping dick. I can’t help stroking it.

“Stop fucking saying shit like that to me, sweetness. Damn it. I wanted to take my time and lick this honeycomb before I fucked you, but I need to be inside of you.” Luckily enough the desk is at the perfect height to slide into her heat forcing me to tell her the truth. “This one is going to be quick. I need to take the edge off. Then we are going to finish this dinner, and you are coming home with me.” She opens her mouth to protest I am sure, but I stop it with my first thrust. She moans in delight and pain. “Fuck,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Royce, I can’t,” she says, simultaneously trying to push me but holding on at the same time.

“Yes the fuck you can. You are going to take what I give you and love it.” My thumb strokes her clit because I am already on the brink.

“I’m so close. Harder,” she cries. I can feel her quivering, her nails digging into my skin while she tries to take the pain but demanding I give her more. This fucking girl is perfect for me. I rut into her faster, my finger leaving bruises on her thighs. “Son of bitch, this pussy is hot,” I say right before I lean over the desk and take one of her nipples in my mouth. My finger doesn’t stop putting pressure on her clit. “I fucking love you baby” is the last thing I say before my heat shoots inside of her like it did the night we made our baby

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