Page 15 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“Okay.” he always does.

“Hey Mila.” His voice sounds worried.

“Yeah?”

“Has anything weird happened at home lately?” Frowning, I try to discern the tone of his voice and figure out what he means.

“No. Other than them being their same old ridiculous selves nothing out of the ordinary. Why do you ask?” He says nothing at first and then he clears his throat.

“No reason. Just checking on you. Are you inside?” I know he is keeping something from me by the way his voice fluctuates, but I trust him and I know he will tell me when he thinks I need to know.

“Yes. I am in.”

“Good. I love you, angel. Call me if you need anything.” I smile to myself knowing I am about to get him riled up.

“Anything, Jake?” I lower my voice purposefully and hide the giggle when he growls.

“Behave, baby. Don’t make me come to your father’s house and fuck you against his garage. Do you doubt I will?” Dear lord. I really need to go upstairs and take a shower. My panties are basically pasted to my pussy at this point.

“I don’t doubt it.” I am whining like a spoiled child but he has made me this way. My pussy craves him. It needs him to feel alive and cherished.

“Good. Now stop pushing me.” He gets interrupted and the phone muffles. I know he is talking to someone and then he comes back to the phone. “I have to go, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” When he hangs up my mind wanders to whatever is bothering him. I hope he knows he can tell me anything.

Chapter12

Jacob

January-Month 2

“Hurry up!” I am sitting on my bike in the back of her school, pitch black outside and she is currently on my cock, skirt hiked up, panties pulled to the side, top pulled down, perky tits red and hard, bouncing on my cock like they greedy bitch she is.

“I’m trying Jake, but it’s so good I don’t want to stop.” She whines. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and her head falls back. I watch, rapt with fascination and obsession when her eyes roll and a deep, hidden groan leaves her throat. “Oh God. That’s so it.” She says eyes still closed licking her lips. She’s slowed down now, grinding and dragging her clit along my coarse hairs.

“God damn it, angel. This was supposed to be a quick fuck.” I reprimand her but unable to stop myself.

It’s true however. She called me during her last period whining and horny, complaining about all of the hours I have been putting in at the shop, even having the nerve to accuse me of giving my cock to someone else. I have never in my life wanted to strike a woman the way I wanted to slap the shit out of her before making her gag on my cock as an apology for accusing me of ever dishonoring what we have.

That was my intention until she burst out in tears on the same phone call asking me if I stopped loving her. It took me a whole second to realize she wasn’t playing. When I figured it out, I told her to meet me behind the school when practice was over.

My intention was to come here, let her ride it for a few minutes, squirt her dirty girl juice all over my cock and let me get back to work, but when I pulled it out and started stroking it, she began to shake and whimper and I knew this was going to be anything but quick. “It;s your fault. Yes. Like that.” She bites my chest before biting her own lip. Even covered by the heated blanket I brought with me, I can feel the goosebumps covering her skin.

“God, you're so beautiful. Like a fucking erotic angel, semi-naked and so horny for it. You’re so hard up for this prick that you letting your man fuck you dirty in the back of the uppity school where anyone can find us. You like it like this, don’t you? At my mercy, letting me do whatever I want to you.” My words seems to penetrate the fog that was covering her eyes.

“Jake, help me.” She begs. I smirk at her plea, not moving an inch, reveling in the panic and frenzy morphin through her face. I love seeing her out of her mind and desperate.

“Help you what, baby?” I grip her neck and pull her face closer to mine.

“I need to come. I need it. I need it.” She chants over and over. I squeeze her neck a bit harder, putting my ear to her mouth so I can hear the struggle from her lungs, feel the trust she has in me to keep her alive, bask in the way her pussy coddles my cock, rippling and jerking him from the inside when she has no control and I have it all. Shit, I’m trying to stay strong, but her pussy is so fucking tight and warm, my cock is leaking, dripping little drops of life inside of her, leaving trails of love along the way.

Finally I release her neck and put both of my hands under her ass. I grip them both, trying to leave bruises that can be seen every time her skirt flies up. I need her to be marked. I need every angle fo her to have some sort of proof that I own every single fucking inch of her slutty pussy, her luscious body and her big heart. “Come with me, angel.” She falls on me, her cries of need getting louder and more urgent. Up and down I drop her on and off my cock, grunting and cursing with each passing moment, my fucking vision threatening to abandon me.

‘Yes, angel. Ride us to the end. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I feel the spit leave my mouth and pray it lands on her skin. Just another way to have some part of me in her.

“Oooo.” She screams into the night, her ripe cunt, pulling all the come from my cock. “Jake.” is the final thing she says before falling face first onto my chest. Her body is shivering, no longer safe from the cold even though we are both covered in a heated blanket.

“Better?” I ask her, moving the hair from her face. She nods, snuggling into me.

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