Page 2 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“Fucking shit. How is it possible someone let you out of the house looking like a dicktease trying to get plowed in the middle of the night?” Oh God. My knees are shaking and my stomach is in knots, twisting inside out trying to reach for this feeling I have never been close to. “What’s your name, little one?” Our noses are a whiff of air apart but I swear he is running his hands down my body. “I know, baby. I can feel it too. Tell me. Tell me your name.”

“Mila.” I whisper, swallowing again.

“You got a man Mila?”

“N-no.” He growls something that sounds like thank fuck before he touches my skirt. The heat from his hands travel underneath it to my querying pulsing clit and I bite my lip to stop from begging him to touch it and make it stop.

“You do now little one. Your man’s name is Jacob and I will be at your house in three days to take you out for your birthday. Nod your head yes.” It's like he has a puppet string and I am helpless to do anything but as he tells me too. “Good girl. Now go take that jailbait pussy to the other side of the lobby so I don’t smell it while I am working on your car. Give me your phone.” I hand him the phone, a little annoyed when he uses my thumb to unlock it before putting his number in it as;My husband.He calls himself and then walks away from me.

I spend a few minutes standing in one spot, lost in a fog before I come out of it. “What the heck just happened?”

Chapter2

Jacob

Two Days Later

“Ah shit. Shit. Shit.” I shout in the shower, grunting when my seed hits the tile. My body sags against it, taking one second to bask in the release before my dick is once again hard and cursing at me for not putting him where he should be, inside our little Mila.

Two days ago before she walked into my dads shop, I was living life in a circle, going around and around, moving in a direction that is planned and straight, but doing it over and over. My family has been in this town for generations as one of five blue collar families in this overly wealthy town. We live in a modest house on the other side of town tucked away like the city’s little secret.

My grandfather opened this shop and passed it to my father and his idea is to pass it to me. The problem is, this is not the life I want for myself. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being a working man and I plan to be just that, but my job will matter and I will be doing more than working hand to mouth.

I have always had a dream of being a cop, but more than a bot in blue doing as the man says. I am working on a degree in criminal justice. I plan to work my way to the top. I want to make a difference, be looked up to, have a family and be able to offer my children the best.

I graduated high school two years ago and am working with my father in the interim, paying my way through community college. I literally sleep, eat, work, study, go to school and do it all over again with no complaints. Until her. My Mila. I smelled her before I saw her.

Normally when a tow comes in, I speak with the truck driver, get a synopsis of the issue and do a precursory diagnostic of the vehicle. I don’t speak to the customer until I can give them an answer and a price. I was doing the same thing when I opened her car door and her scent hit me. It was a mixture of innocence and Haribo bears. Don’t judge me. These things are yummy.

I didn’t even think before I walked into the lobby and damn near fell to my knees at the sight before me. She was facing away from me, her hair chocolate and soaked but still beautiful, swaying behind her as she checks out the family photos on the wall, giving me a chance to take in her short skirt, barely covering her virgin panties and cunt. Her thighs were teenage girl thick, full and more than a handful. My mouth began to water with the need to taste her, but when she turned around the world shifted.

Her innocent, sweet face made me feel like a dirty son of a bitch for picturing her on her knees with my hands in her ponytail, choking her on my meat with that bow still in her head. Jesus I felt like a sick fuck, but damn it, I knew she was mine.

When I finally said what I had to say and barely pulled myself from her, I rushed into my office, pulled out my cock and shot one in my trash can before I could finish fixing her tire.

Now I am in a constant state of need and uncontrollable obsession. I skipped a few of my classes two days in a row to watch her leave school and drive home. The little glimpses of her have put a shot of water on the fire inside of me that is burning for her, but it is not enough. Nothing will ever be, I suspect.

For two days I have driven behind her, opened my window hoping her scent blows in the wind right to me. Crazy I know but fuck I am losing my mind. I need my hands on her, all over her, buried in her long dark hair, my body between her legs, stretching her wider than she has ever split in cheerleading practice, my waist up against her hips as I bury my cock in her womb in and spill my child into her, binding her to me, preventing her from ever finding a life without me.

I am out of my fucking mind to be thinking about a child right when I have a plan for my life but nothing will stop me from providing for them. “Jacob you up there?” My dad calls me from downstairs on the intercom. My room is in the attic because I wanted it there for more privacy but my parents decided they needed to be able to reach me.

“I’ll be down in a minute" I tell him, pinching my cock so the rest of the jizz stays in just for her. This is my last hand job. No matter how long it takes for me to get inbetween those flexible, thick thighs, I am going to hold it all in and let it build so the first shot I get inside of her does the fucking job.

Getting out of the shower I dry off and put on my sweats and tee. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen. “What’s up dad?”

“I need you to cover Micha’s shift tomorrow night. He has to take his wife to the hospital for a check-up.” Damn it. Normally I jump at a chance to make some extra money but tomorrow won’t work. If I cancel on the first date what kind of signal will that send?

“Sorry dad, I can't.” His eyebrows lift in shock. I never say no to him.

“Well why not? You don’t have class tomorrow.” Yes. My dad is a controlling asshole who memorized my schedule. He is the same with my mom. One would question my need to control my little Mila but the difference is I would do it out of love and as a way to protect her. My father does it because he can.

“I have a date.” I say squaring my shoulders.

“A date? You are saying no to me for a fucking piece of ass, boy?” His dismissal of Mila as nothing but a fuck pisses me off. I am literally seeing red, blinded by the description of my woman. So fucking pissed I don’t stop to think what I am doing. I walk into his face so he knows I am not playing.

“You should be careful what you say. It would be to your safety not to refer to her like that again.” I tell him practically seething.

“Oh I see, you fancy yourself in love with this girl?” It sounds crazy to me as well but I think I am and nothing is going to stop me from going after her.

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