Page 14 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“You don’t have to stay here.” Jake says in my ear, kissing my neck. I turn to look at this gorgeous man, who would protect me against all others and lean into him.

“I am fine, babe. It’s okay. I will call you later.” I look in his eyes as I kiss him so he knows I am serious. There is no part of me that fears my parents. In honesty I never have. I just didn’t have a reason to defy them. Now, with Jake I do.

“Make sure you do.” Are his last words before he grips my ass in front of my father’s face, holds the back of my neck with the other, his hands pulling my hair so he has control of my mouth and kisses me like he thinks he won’t see me again. I can’t think about the fact that I can hear my father practically having a heart attack behind us. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, letting him know nothing and no one will keep us apart.

“That’s it. You take your hands off my daughter this instant.” My body tenses and I pull away from Jake because I know this will not end well. I whisper ‘please’ in his ear and look into his eyes. I plead with him to believe me. He gives me a slight nod and walks back to his car. Taking a deep breath, I turn and face my father. “You listen here young lady I will not have you soiling our name with that..that roughneck from across the tracks. I demand you stop seeing him at once.” Is he serious? My expression must show this thought because he walks into my face and begins to spit. He is so pissed. “I am serious. I don’t want to repeat myself, Mila.” I don’t bother answering him. I simply roll my eyes and walk past him. You’d have thought I spat on his ten thousand dollar Stacey Adams shoes. I’ll be damned if he keeps me from Jacob.

That was a month ago. Ever since then they have resorted to making sure one of them is home everyday to ‘watch’ me. Too bad for them they can’t be everywhere at all hours of the day. “You make sure to bring yourself right home, young lady. Do you hear me?” She squeaks trying to sound maternal or something. It damn near comical if it wasn’t so annoying. There is not a maternal bone in her body. “I said do you hear me?!” She follows behind me while I walk to my car.

“It’s hard not to hear you..mom!” Her face shows indignation in my rearview mirror and I feel more than satisfied.

“Alright girls. One more time. Five, Six, Seven Eight!” I watch my team go over the routine we have to master by next Saturday for the cheer battle next week. I have spent less time than I like practicing, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Jake and every chance I get to see him I jump at it. “Mari, lift your leg higher.” I shout to my most flexible girl. She nods her head but something is off about her. For the past few weeks she has not been herself and I have tried to talk to her but she shuts down.

The routine finishes and I clap my hands. “What do you think?” My co-captain asks me, nodding towards the team. “Do you think we are going to need extra practice?” Shit. If we do that means I won’t get to see Jake until Saturday and I won’t have time to go to the doctor to get another prescription for my pills.

“I think they are solid. We just need to figure out what is going on with Mari.”

“I agree. She has been weird lately. I will see if Thomas can get an idea from Cort.”

“Yeah. That would be good.” We finish up telling everyone what to work on. Grabbing my winter coat and boots, I make sure to put on my scarf and gloves and finally I am in my car, driving off.Bzzz.My ringtone for Jacob goes off. Die for You by theWeeknd and Ariana Grande.

“Hi angel.” My insides melt everytime I hear his voice. It’s like warm butter sliding over a stack of pancakes.

“Hey babe. How’s work?” he grunts, letting me know it was another bad day dealing with his father.

“It sucks because you are not here.”

“I could be.” My pussy immediately begins to quiver thinking about his jealousy ruling him if I walk into the shop. Especially dressed like this.

“What are you wearing, baby?” I don’t answer him because I know it pisses him off. Instead I try to hold in the moan trying to escape my mouth by biting my lip. “Answer me, little girl. What are you wearing? Are you in that dicktease of a cheerleading uniform?” His words are heavy, surrounded by need but also by his own desire. “Are you asking me to let you come in here, in front of all these dipshits, your pussy barely covered leaving trails of honey in the air for them to sniff and get their dicks stiff? Are you trying to tempt me to bend you over on these piece of shit cars and fuck you in front of all of them so they know my dick got in there first?” His breath is becoming labored like mine. We are both running toward the brink from a simple phone call. It is one of the reasons we are so combustible. We both crave one another to the point of lunacy.

“Yes.”

“Of course you want that. Of course your pussy wants everyone to know I made you my whore. That is exactly why you will not step your hot little ass in this shop tonight. I would lose my fucking job and end up on deathrow. How close to home are you, angel?”

“In the driveway.” I lick my lips, the salty sweat reminding me of his come.

“Excellent. I need to get off and so do you. Be a good girl and stick your hands down your panties. Tell me how wet you are, baby.”

“So wet, Jake. She’s drenched.” I cry out from the slight swipe of my fingers through the cream.

“I bet, baby. Such a cum hungry little botch you are turning into, huh baby? So fucking perfect. Now stroke that pussy. Run that finger up and down that sloppy slit.” His command is hoarse and I swear I can hear his hand moving up and down his cock. His gasps of air tell me we are both almost there. “Is she swollen baby?” Oh God. He is the master of my pleasure no matter how close or far.

“Yes. Yes, Jake. She’s so swollen.” I am soaking my leather seat, whimpering in the phone trying to hold off until he tells me too.

“Fuck baby. I need to shoot this load so I can fucking work without wanting to crash that snatch. God, I can hear your juicy pussy through the phone. Does she miss me, angel?”

“Yes. Yes. So much Jake. Please.”

“Shit!! I can’t fucking hold it. Stick those fingers in my pussy and come baby. Come with me Mila.” Holy shit. My eyes blank out and everything around me begins to spin. Thank God my window is up because the entire neighborhood would know what I was doing.

“Oh my god.” I whisper into the phone trying to catch my breath.

“I know, baby. I know. I miss you.” he tells me.

“I miss you too.” So much. The only time I am happy anymore is when I'm with him.

“I am going to stay on the phone until you are inside.”

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