Page 18 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“No, I will figure it out.”

“Okay listen, I don’t want to push you. Why don’t we do this? This weekend my boyfriend and I are going to a winter feast, sort of a thing put together by one of his friend’s mother who is a chef. How about you come with us? Hang out, have some fun and we talk some more about this. Okay?”

“Well I don’t know..” she takes a few more seconds before nodding her head. “Alright. I will give you my address.” We exchange numbers and I tell her we will pick her up tomorrow. Walking away from her I feel good that I finally reached out to her and figured out what is going on.

My mind is light and heavy going over our conversation about her life until I replay what she said about the signs and the realization she is pregnant. My foot hits the break and the impact jerks me. “Oh God. What if?” Making a u-turn so I can go back toward school, I bypass the parking lot and go straight to the corner pharmacy. I can't believe I am doing this.

How many damn tests does it take to find out if you’re pregnant? Why are there so many choices in this damn place? How am I supposed to know which one is more accurate than the other? I have never felt more overwhelmed in my life. Dizzy from standing here reading box after box, I finally pick one that has words and another one.

Ducking my head I swipe my card through the reader and hightail it out of here. I am in a daze driving home unaware of anything around me. Hell I am lucky I made it through the stop lights in one piece. In the back of my mind I can hear the phone ringing and buzzing in my bag but I can only focus on one thing. Am I pregnant? Is this for real? I know the answer, but I need these few seconds pulling into the driveway and getting out of the car to tell myself this isn’t happening.

I open the front door and let my shoulders sag when I realize my parents are not home. I drop my bags and everything on the floor in the foyer and take the hundreds of stairs to the second floor. I walk in and strip my clothes off before turning on the shower. I know I am just stalling at this point but am I really ready to know the truth?

My phone rings once more and I silence it even though I know Jake is going to have a fucking fit, but I just..i can’t right now. Deciding to at least pee on the damn thing before getting in the shower, I sit and close my eyes as I follow the instructions and do what I have to do.

Finished, I place them on the sink and let the numbness cover me and give me a few minutes to hide in the streaming waters. My hands slowly fall to my belly, both palms covering it and I gasp when I finally let myself feel the slight roundness that I noticed weeks ago but convinced myself it was bloating. “Oh my God.” I rub my hands over the baby Jake and I made and tears blend with the water down my face. The fear that was building inside of me is dissipating and in its place this protectiveness and sense of calm I never thought would be followed by this type of revelation.

No longer worried about the outcome of the test I dry off and get out of the shower. I turnt o grab my hair towel when I hear Jake’s voice in my house followed by his loud footsteps. I grab the doorknob of the bathroom but he beats me to it, swinging the door open so fast I have to step back or be hit in the face. “What the fuck, Mila?” Jesus. Here he is standing in front of me, covered in oil and dirt, his face a portrait of anger and worry and suddenly my pussy is wetter than the water it was covered in.

“Jake I..” he grabs my hand and yanks me closer to him.

“You think you can ignore my calls and not have consequences, angel?” I lick my lips when he pulls my towel loose and lets it fall. “You ran home to shower, baby? Were you dirty?” I shake my head no. “Sweaty?” I nod yes, and whimper when his fingers pull at my nipple. “What were you washing away, angel?” Mercy me. He thinks I can answer him when he rips his shirt over his head and stands here, chest heaving up and down covered in sweat? Yeah okay. “Answer me, little girl.” And he had to go and call me that.

“I..nothing..long day.” Well it’s the truth. I mean if he looked a little to the left he would see the tests on the counter and sure I could say something about it but right now, my body is like a live wire and I need release.

“I see. So you just get off on ignoring me and making me worry about you, is that it?/ Or maybe you wanted me to come here, fight your father to get in the door and then let him listen while I punish fuck you for forgetting I fucking own you.” Dear Lord, like I could forget especially with his baby inside of me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to..” Before I know it his hand is around my throat and I lean against the sink.

“You’re not sorry yet but you will be. I think I have been too gentle, too soft with you lately, waiting for you to figure it out, but now, right now after you have ignored my call for almost two hours, I need to remind you.”

“Remind me of what?” I lift my head and let my tongue peek out. His eyes follow its path across my lips before he squeezes harder.

“That you are my dirty little whore and I own every inch of you. Now bend over so I can make this fuckhole filthy again.” Yes please.

Chapter14

Jacob

I have been losing my fucking mind over thelast hour or so trying to get in touch with her. Hell, who am I kidding? I have been losing my mind since the moment I met her, but ever since last week when I spotted her father in a meeting with the loan shark. That alone made my skin boil because by their mere association Mila is in jeopardy, but it is when I saw him pass that snake a picture of my woman that I knew my timetable had to be moved up.

I began putting my plan into place and if it weren't for all the safeguards like cloning her phone, shadowing her laptop and putting the GPS tracker under her car, I would never get sleep or work done. When I looked at my GPS and saw she hadn’t left school on time and I had no texts or messages from her my mind went into overtime. I was picturing any number of horrible scenarios where I never got her and our child back. Her ignoring my calls pushed me over the edge of sanity. The very last string of the little bit of sane that still lived in me snapped.

“Bend your head stick this ass out.” On instinct I place my hand between the sink and her belly protecting my kid. My other hand grips her waist viciously, bruising her skin to remind myself she is safe and alright. They are both safe and alright. “God baby you have no idea what a sight you make right now. Your perfect unblemished skin being soiled by my grease monkey hands. These hands are covered in dirt and grime angel. But you don’t care do you?” Slipping my hands into my pants I let them drop to my ankles and work him up and down. My eyes are zeroed in on her upturned cunt, the slippery, warm, sticky place between her legs.

“No. Jake, I don't care. I just want you.” She cries while rocking her ass against the tip of my cock. Each time her crack touches the tip it leaves a trace of cream on her ass cheeks. My compulsion to own her and put my claim on her at every chance forces me to rub it into her skin. It mixes with the grease from my fingers, blending together to create this dark tint, this black muck that should never touch perfection such as this but the asshole in me wants to tarnish her.

“Of course you don’t care, my horny little bitch. You just want this cock huh baby? You want me to slide this beast inside of you and rut over and over until your pussy squeezes the life out of it, isn’t that right, baby?” I slide my cock through her sticky folds and up and down watching her own syrup run between us. Thin lines of sticky devotion stretching from one point to the other. I lean close to her ear and whisper. “Scream whore.” I slam into her pussy and close my eyes when her voice pelts the air.

“JAKE!! YESSS!” I feel her scream through the pulse in her pussy. She tries to pull off but my grip on her hip keeps her firmly in place. Growling in her ear, I pull out and slam back inside the warmest place on earth.

“Shit.” My head hangs and touches her back. “You feel like a goddamn oven angel. Christ. Why is your pussy so fucking good?” The question is rhetorical of course but she answers anyway, her voice whiny and sweet.

“Because you love me and you made me crave it.” Damn right.

“Such a good answer baby. Fuck. Quit wiggling.”Smack

“Oh God. I’m coming, Jake. I can’t stop it. I can’t.” My hairline raises when I realize she is right. She gushes all over my cock, her body jerking and damp. Her cries are desperate and loud. Her words make no sense but they don’t have to. I can feel the frenzy inside of her and her pussy makes sure my cock does too.

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