Page 11 of Knocked Up

Staring up at me and never losing eye contact, she slides her tongue up and over my balls, before putting the head of my cock into her warm mouth as her hands reach around to grab my ass.

I finger through her hair and moan. “Fuck…” I hold her head in place on both sides, driving the rhythm, shoving my cock into her throat hard and fast until she’s gagging on my length and tears stream down her pretty face. It’s not that I like the tears, but I like knowing I’ve gone so deep.

Fuck.How the hell did I get here? This woman is everything and I’m a fucking nobody. I have nothing to offer her and I’m probably twice her age. I shouldn’t be messing around with her like this. I knew that coming in, yet twenty minutes later, I’m acting like a fool.

I watch closely as her wet, pink lips slide on my cock and her tongue twists around the head.

“Fuck… don’t stop.” Anticipation builds, and though I want to last, I doubt I will. She looks too damn good bare naked. Her soft, smooth skin, and the way she moans against my cock as she sucks… I know I said I’d be whatever she wants, but I’m going to need more of her, of this, of everything.

I need to own her, to make her mine.I want to take care of her and this baby, protecting them both from whatever life can throw at them.

I thrust into her mouth again and again, massaging her hard tits as she moans around my dick. Her nipples are sofucking hard that my mouth salivates. I need to run my tongue over them, feel the hard spears in my mouth as I suck.

“Good girl, keep going.” She strokes me in her tiny hand as she sucks deeper and harder.

It’s then that there’s a high-pitched horn sounding in the driveway followed by the slamming of a car door. Grace looks up at me, my cock still in her throat.

Maybe I should tell her to stop. I’m sure that would be the right thing to do, but I’m so close. “Keep going. I’m almost there.”

Moaning against my cock, she sucks me deep into her throat.

With my hand on the back of her head, I thump forward and growl as I fuck her pretty mouth.

“Oh fuck!”

She moans and gags with each thrust, and without warning, I’m coming… hard.

Good fucking God! What the fuck? My vision goes dark for a moment as I ride out the orgasm against her tongue, completely forgetting about the car door I heard slam a few moments before.

It’s not until the door swings open with a warm breeze that I’m reminded.

In the doorway, a boy. The boy I saw at the bar last night. The boy in the same T-shirt he wore yesterday. The boy with the messy fucking hair and the swollen nose. The fucking boy who had me arrested.

Grace pulls her warm mouth off my cock, swallowing down my come before standing from the table. I wrap her in a nearby blanket and situate her behind me as I tug up my jeans.

The asshole laughs as he says, “Fuck, dude. I didn’t think I’d be right about the slut thing.”

Grace steps out from behind me. She’s shaking. “Jason, get the hell out of my house.”

“No way.” The kid takes another step inside and holds up his phone as though he’s filming. “I need the courts to know what an unfit mother you are. You’re fucking strangers when you’re about to give birth. That’s real classy, Grace.”

She steps toward the asshole as though she’s going to tear the phone out of his hand, but I can’t let him near her. My body won’t allow that. I react without thought, my hand on her waist.

“Sit down. I’m handling this.”

“No!” she barks and stares at me as though she’s not fucking around. “Get out of my way!”

In most circumstances, I’d listen to this angel, but right now she’s in no state to fight. “I’m trying to take care of you. I don’t want you near that guy.”

Her brows narrow and her voice deepens as though she wants me to know she’s serious when she says, “And I didn’t ask for your help. I told you, I’m dealing with it. Move!”

Having been raised by a hyper-independent woman, I know how this song and dance goes. Once they get their minds set to something, it’s best to work with the current than against it.

I cup her stiff shoulders in my hands and work them over slowly. “Alright, Batman. Let’s see what ya got.”

She bites back a grin and rolls her eyes. “I’m not Batman.”

“You are tonight. Go get him. I’ll be your Robin. Tag me in if you need anything.”

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