Page 22 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“Are you or the baby hurt?”

“No. We are physically fine.”

“Thank fuck. I am coming angel. I’ve got you.”

“I know.” That is the one thing I know with all of my heart.

Twenty minutes later Jake pulls up and before he is out of the car I am running to him, my face already drenched and bloated from all of the crying and my body shivering from the cold. My chest hurts, my throat is swollen and my body aches, but none of that matters once I am in his arms. “Thank fuck angel. I couldn’t get here fast enough. Where is your coat?” He pulls off his hat and puts it on me including his hat and gloves. “Jesus, you took five years off my life. That makes me younger than you now.” I let out a small giggle and he lift my chin and smiles. “There she is. There’s my baby.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t know who else to call.” My heart is already warm, but now I can feel my body following suit in his clothes.

“What the fuck do you mean? You were supposed to call no one else but me. Now come on baby. Let’s get in the car. And what the hell are you wearing with your fuckign tits tumbling out?”

I spend the ride telling him what happened tonight, rubbing his leg while his hands white knuckle the steering wheel. He says nothing and asks no questions, but if his jaw grinds anymore he might be able to make sand out of his teeth. Trying to change the subject. “Jake, where are we going?”

“My parents' house.” he says like it is the most normal occurrence in the world. I have not met either of them once and now I am going to show up in the middle of the night looking like I just got off a prom bus.

“Uh maybe you could drop me at Royce’s and I can stay with Mari.” Okay wrong thing to say. The look he gave me would turn someone to stone.

“What teh fuck do I look like to you? You will not fucking go anywhere else but with me in my bed.” Alright then. He pulls his car into a modest driveway, leading up a small but pleasant looking home. Opening my car door, he pulls me out and into his arms. “I am so damn sorry you were scared for even a moment, angel. I should have known..” he doesn’t finish that sentence but before I can tell him not to be ridiculous, the front door opens.

“Jacob what’s going on?” A pretty, soft spoken woman asks. He looks at her and then at me.

“Mama, I would like for you to meet my Mila. Mila, this is my mom, Kim.” Smiling, I hold out my hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Monroe.” She smiles back but I can see she is not sure of me and my intentions. I don’t blame her, especially when dressed like this.

“Well come on in. We are not fancy folks over here but it's nice and cozy inside.” My smile smalls as her words hit me and Jake squeezes my hand. I know it is meant as a reminder that what anyone says means nothing to us, but she is his mom. I want her to like me. “Can I get you some coffee or..”

“She will take hot chocolate. Let me go get her warmed up. We will be right out.” he pulls me into his room and as soon as his door is closed, he has me pinned against it, his mouth ravishing mine while his hands begin ripping his coat and stuff off me. “Fuck I needed to do that.” He says pulling back before ripping the dress in half and throwing it across the room. My nipples begin to bead, harden from his attention, the cold long forgotten with the amount of heat enveloping us. I can see the fire stoking in his eyes, emboldened by me being threatened, the idea of my somehow not belonging to him raging inside of him. “Look at this bump, angel. Do you see the evidence of my love and ownership?”

“Jake!” Oh God. I shouldn’t be this horny considering everything that happened and with the fact his mother is on the other side of the door, but as always his mouth revves my engine. His hands slide through my hair, removing the hairpins, draping my hair around my bare nipples and it makes me feel sexy, powerful. He flicks one of them with this forfinger and thumb causing me to cry out before thinking better of it and biting my lip.

“Answer me. Do you see it?” His hands are rubbing the place where our child sleeps.

“Yes. I see it.”

“Can you feel how it hardens and grows stronger with each passing day? That is my love for you, MIla. That is how hard I will fight for you, even when you don’t know there is a war. Tell me you know that.” The moisture in his eyes stops me, reminds me this man doesn’t just covet me, he worships me and lives to protect me. Cradling his face in both my hands, I look him in his eyes and kiss him.

“I not only know that, Jake, but I feel it in here.” I place his hand over my heart. “I never felt real love before you. I never doubt you or your love for us.” I place my hand over his on my stomach. He closes his eyes before opening them and all of that emotion is replaced with mischief.

“Good. Now put my shirt on and come on so I make sure you eat so then I can eat you.” Thank fuck.

Chapter16

Jacob

April-Month Five

“Shit, bitch. That’s right. Open that filthy throat and let your man fuck it. Ah God you swallow my cock so good.” She woke up extra horny this morning and after I ate her through three orgasms trying to put her to sleep since it was still three in the morning, she preceded to climb on my trunk when I was trying to go back to sleep and rode herself to an orgasm. Of course I came. I mean have you seen her? But that is not the point. She has to get at least eight hours of sleep or she is a cranky mess. So now she is on her knees as a punishment, but by the way her pussy is dripping, she doesn’t see it that way.

On and off she bobs, her body ripe and growing right on target with the charts. I love looking at her naked skin, glistening and glowing. She walks around dusted by a halo of motherhood she doesn’t even know she has. Like now here she is on a pillow I had made just for her for this purpose, naked, pussy a weeping mess, her hair long and shining, falling down her chest, my come dripping down the sides of her mouth, her lips stretched obscenely wide, red and swollen like her belly and she has never looked more innocent and ethereal.

“Mmm.” She hums around my meat when I push it to the very back of her throat and down her esophagus.

“Ah yeah, angel. PLay with your pussy. I want to hear her sloppy sounds while I choke the shit out of you.” My eyes roll to the back of my head when her throat starts massaging my cock. I start jerking, fighting the orgasm I feel forming from my toes. “Listen to that messy gash. Such a beautiful little fuck toy.” Holy shit! She damn near gulps my shit when I say that. I feel the telltale tingle and I try to warn her but the eruption happens and I can do nothing but groan its release and watch her come with me on her knees, mouthful of beast.

I pull out slowly not wanting to suck all the air from her at once. When it is out, she gasps and leans over, taking in air and still coming herself. Bending down, I pick her up from the floor and sit us both on the bed, her on my lap. We sit here in silence for a while, her in my arms snoring lightly and my mind doing what it has done since that day last month, plot.

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