Page 10 of Pregnant By the Badboy

Speaking of my Mila, I am standing in front of her door, waiting for her to come out for our weekend away. Hell, the entire drive my cock was throbbing and pushing against the steering wheel thinking of this weekend. I am sure she has some idea, but this weekend she will become mine in all ways. Even some she might not be ready for.

My friends think I am crazy because I haven’t taken her already, but a few stolen moments, some in the car fooling around and some dark corner blowjobs are nothing. Those are young hearts fooling around. Making her my woman however, ripping that virginity tag from between her legs one thrust at a time, looking at the pink tint proving I got it first, that deserves a nice hotel, a luxurious bed and candles. She deserves all of that and more so I have been waiting for this very moment. Shit. I adjust my cock in my jeans for the hundredth time and close my eyes trying to picture anything but her on her hands and knees looking at me from over her shoulder. Damn it. That didn’t work either. What I am hoping is that finally taking this step with her will cool the fucking animal in me. The disease called possessive lunacy is alive and well inside of me and I need it to rest.

I need to not be up in the middle of the night checking her GPS that I synced with my phone on our first date when she went to the bathroom. I need to not be memorizing the names of all the guys in her school and their faces, even following some of them home so I know what I am up against. I need to not be checking her text messages from the cloning app I installed making sure some deadfuck is not trying to drift into my lane. Don't get me wrong, I trust her. I don't trust them. Hell I shouldn't be hiding her birth control pills from her, interrupting her everytime she remembers she can’t find them. I am dangerously close to gaslighting my woman and I cannot say I am sorry about it. Last but not least, I need to not want to smother her, suffocate and restrain her until she doesn’t remember there is a world out there that exists outside of the cage I want to put her in. I need this sickness to be cured.

My thoughts are thankfully interrupted by the sound of her front door opening. Standing there is my angel, my goddess, my good girl, my dirty, delicious virgin that has taken over my heart in the blink of an eye. We haven’t said the words yet, but I try to show here with every glance, every touch, every fucking kiss and lick. “Hey gorgeous. Are you ready?” I pull her into my arms and slide my tongue into her mouth not giving her a chance to respond. I just need to feel her in my arms to remind me that my end game is her and the family we are going to have.

Her hands pull at my hair, her leg lifted over my hip. Lately she has become more feverish with each moment of passion letting me know her pussy is ready for me and thank fuck for that because no matter what this weekend, I was taking it. “Mmm. I need that.” she says, pulling back before kissing me once more and wrapping her arms around my neck. I nuzzle her neck and kiss her behind her ear before releasing her and grabbing her suitcase.

“I did too angel. Are you ready? Do I need to talk to your folks?” I have yet to meet them and I suppose I could feel some sort of way but she has yet to meet mine and I have the feeling we are both avoiding something in regards to our family.

“Nah. They are both gone already.” Nodding, I toss her stuff in the trunk and open her door.

“Where do they think you are going to be for the weekend?” We never discussed how she would get the approval to go.

“Don’t know and don’t care. I am eighteen. They can’t tell me where I can go and where I can’t.” Looking over at her, I take a moment to marvel at how far she has come and how strong confidence in her sexuality she is now. Before she was more of a people pleaser than she realized but now, I have watched her stand her ground and ignore those around her. She used to blush and put her head down when I said dirty things to her, but now she revels in it, allows it to seep into her and fuel her bravery.

“Well then are you ready to go?” she looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eye before she places her hand on my thigh.

“I’ve been ready.” Licking my lips I look her body up and down before reaching her eyes once more.

“Be careful how you entice the lion baby. You might be offering him a taste but he can take the entire steak. Make sure you’re ready, angel. Once I make you mine, there is no going back and I am going to make sure that happens and there will be no apologizing and no discussion. Understand?” She nods her head, her pupils dilating and her chest heaving up and down. I grip her chin between my two fingers and lean into her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I whisper against her lips before taking them one more time until I feel they are swollen enough. Once she is out of breath and eyes are a bit droopy, I pull back, start the car and begin our journey towards a new beginning.

The drive is about three and a half hours and if the drowsiness of her eyes are any indication, my woman is going to sleep for most of it. “I’m so tired.” she says, stretching her arms and legs.

“Are you alright?” I count backwards in my mind and confirm that her period should be two weeks out which is perfect for what I have planned. So I know that is not her fatigue.

“Yeah. I think I was too excited to sleep last night.” She says softly as she begins to drift off. Chuckling, I reach into the back seat, grab the pillow I packed just for this moment and the fluffy blanket I bought her when we went to the movies last weekend.

“Lift your head baby.” I place the pillow under her and put the blanket on her. She turns her flawless smile on me.

“You always take such good care of me.” I trace her cheek with my thumb before answering her back.

“I always will, angel.” She is snoring softly so I know she didn’t hear me. I just hope she feels it.

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“Here is your room key sir. That will be number five-forty. Once you are off the elevator you can take a right and go to the end. Your door will be on the left. Is there anything I can get for you and your wife?” I don’t blink when he calls her my wife. In my heart she is and I might have put that on the reservation. Not sure how she would take it, I am glad she is in the lobby bathroom.

“No. Has everything else been set up?”

“Of course Sir.” I nod in gratitude and feel small arms wrap around me. I hang my head, my body immediately relaxed having her touch. I grip her hands that are holding me like she doesn't want to let go and revel in it for a moment before spinning her so she is in front of me facing me.

“What took you so long?” I ask her, leaning into her hair and smelling the scent that is all her.

“I was only gone for five minutes.” She giggles before resting her head over my heart. “Your heart is beating so fast.” She says kissing the spot over my shirt.

“That is because it doesn’t work when you are not in my arms and when you come back it doesn’t know how to act.” I look her in her eyes, not blinking or smirking, praying she can see what I am not saying. Her eyes begin to water and I catch the offensive tear before it touches her precious cheeks and brings the salty wetness to my mouth, hellbent on tackling anything not worthy of her, before she even knows it exists.

“Jake.” She whispers my name so softly I almost miss it. She stands on her tiptoes and puckers her lips. Restraint is an enemy of mine right now but due to the fact that we are still in the lobby with the eyes of men who want her for themselves, I kiss her softly and quickly before ushering her to the elevator so we can get upstairs and finally be alone. Walking off the fifth floor, the anticipation is building for the both of us. I can feel it in the pulse of her hand against mine. I put the keycard in and when I opened the door, I am happy as hell they have done as I have asked. “This is amazing, Jake. What did you do?” She is spinning in a circle checking out the soft pink roses in the room, some of them spread over the bed and the floor.

There is a glow from the LED candles I asked them to set up. Not trying to start a fire. “Nothing you don’t deserve, baby.” She spins to look at me and something in her shifts. I watch, bags dropped on the floor and cock trying to nudge out of my pants, as she sashays across the floor and begins removing her clothes. I watch her jacket get thrown on the chair. She kicks her shoes off and unbuttons her pants. “What are you doing baby?” I am trying to give her a moment to think about this and stop herself.

“What does it look like?” She asks, her voice husky and silky like a finely whipped cream. Her pants hit the floor at the same time as her tank top and I find myself dizzy and off balance.

“Baby, what the fu..What are you wearing angel?” She is standing in front of me in nothing but a see through bra and panties set, decorated in pink flowers that cover her nipples and the triangle between her legs.

“Don’t you like it?” She asks, poking her lip out. Little bitch knows exactly what she is doing to me. I unzip my pants and squeeze my cock which is still covered but the head that has been waiting for an opening is winking at her.

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