Page 6 of Pregnant By the Badboy

His hands haven’t left me through the entire set. Either it is at my back rubbing circles on it, reminding me he is right beside me, or it is on my thigh squeezing it, making sure I know I belong to him. When we got up during intermission to go get something to eat, he linked our fingers together and kept me glued to his side. When a man would come near me, even to ask a question he would growl like a lion defending his pride. Heck I had to go to the bathroom and I swear he was going to come in with me, but after some convincing that I couldn’t go anywhere from the bathroom, he stood outside the door, holding my purse for me and making sure no one, man or woman came in though it is built for five at a time.

Now the show is over and we are walking through the parking lot. He adjusts me periodically to make sure I am on the right side of him depending on where the cars are exiting from and I have to admit, his protectiveness is refreshing and so dang hot. My body has been buzzing with everything that has happened today, even the most simple things such as eating and talking. This night has been more than I ever imagined and it didn’t involve some expensive dinner or extravagant clothes. It was simply a date and the feeling of being safe.

The night ending with me on the back of his bike is the icing on the cake. He drives the whole way back with his one hand covering mine that is wrapped around his chest. It feels like something we have been doing for years and you know what, I never want it to stop.

Pulling into my driveway, the nerves don’t exist. My parents are still gone which is not shocking since the event they went to is at a casino and I know our maid/cook Mariela has left for the night. “Did you have fun tonight, baby?” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his nostril flaring like he is fighting a battle I can’t see.

“I did. It was amazing.” I don’t want it to end truthfully. Taking a deep breath I decide to be braver. “Do you want to..” he puts his finger to my mouth and steps closer to me.

“Do not invite me in little girl. Don’t invite me into your father’s palace and ask me to turn you into my cum seeking whore. Do you know why?” I mewl in my throat, my nipples beading at the offensive words he used but coming from him it sounds like adoration. I shake my head no because I have no idea why he is turning down this opportunity. “Because I fucking will, Mila. I will take you right here at the entrance to this place I am not welcome in and raw dog you, bruising your knees when I slide you across this tile from my punishing pushes. I will grip your throat and force you to call me your king in the house your father owns while I fill your womb with my seed and watch it spill all over his floor. Is that what you want, little girl?” Yes. Yes I want that right now but the words won’t come. “I didn’t think so. Now get your hungry ass inside and lock the door. I will call you when I make it home.”

Like a sex-duced zombie I walk inside and do as he told me. Once I am in, I lean against the door, my mind whirling with questions like..What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Chapter6

Jacob

“Ah fuck!!!” I yell in the shower watching my jizz slide down the wall once again for the fourth time in the last hour. I have been in here running up the hot water but shit, I can’t get it to go down so I can get dressed and make it school. Can’t really walk into the classroom with a full chub you know.

This has been my battle since last night when I left my girl. It was hard as hell leaving her in that big place all alone knowing if I wanted to I could have her in every position imaginable, especially since she practically waved her virgin pussy in my face. I was trying to be a gentleman. Do the right thing and show her it is not all about sex, but right now I have been cursing my stupidity.

My cock finally feels like it is going down as far as it is going to. What I need to do is think of something else. Like the freaking exam I have today, but if I am honest, school has been the last thing on my mind since last night. Speaking of my woman.

Picking up my phone from the side table once I make it into the room, I pull up my text message to the one that says,WIFE.

Me: Good morning gorgeous.

I see the little lines telling me she is texting me back. I feel some anxiety wondering if she has had second thoughts. Let's get real, I don’t come from her world and in reality, can we make this work?

“Wife: Good morning. ??

I visibly release my breath giving thanks that she is responding.

Me: How are you feeling this morning?

Please don’t let her regret it, not that it would make a difference. Now that I have had her in my arms, I am never letting her go.

Wife: Exhausted in the best way possible. I really had a great time last night, Jacob.

Thank fuck.

Me: Me too angel. ??What do you say we do it again?

Wife: Yes. When?

Me: How about I pick you up from practice on Friday night and we go out then?

Wife: Sounds perfect. Is it casual or…

Me: Definitely casual, baby. Now be a good girl and stay away from boys until then. Got it?

The bubbles pop-up and then disappear. I watch them come up again and then the message appears.

Wife: What if I don’t?

My chub comes back and I curse myself for starting this line of conversation but I can’t regret it.

Me: I will spank your ass until you can’t sit down.

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