Page 7 of Pregnant By the Badboy

Wife: Uh..yeah..Okay I will be good. Maybe. ??

She follows that up with a wink that makes me want to go right over there and fill that smart ass mouth with something she can’t swallow, but instead I put the phone down, pull my towel from around my waist and jump back into the shower. This girl is turning me inside out.

Walking out of school today I feel pretty good. I aced my exam but that is not the part that has me feeling good. My professor who is ex military and is a retired lieutenant from the Connecticut force. He has been like a mentor to me since I helped him stop a robbery last year. He told me today in class that he got me a pre-interview with the Capt of the 33rd in Darien Ct for next month. He said if it goes well, they will schedule me to sit for the first exam they give. That shit hit me right. I could be out of here in months making my own path with Mila and hopefully our child.

Looking at my radio I curse and turn the car on. I am going to be about five minutes late for work and my dad is going to act like it was an hour. I really don’t need his drama shitting on my mood.

I put the pedal to the metal and book it across town. I make it with one minute to spare but something is still up his craw. “About damn time, Jake.” he says, pulling his cigar from his mouth.

“I am here on time.” I say walking past him to the locker room to get dressed.

“Yeah but I needed you here earlier. I called you. Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was in class and you know it.” I say trying to ignore him.

“Oh that’s right. So you ignore your father and your obligations because you think you can do better.” I really don’t want to deal with his shit today. I am about to tell him that when Mila walks in and all the heads in the place jerk back. What the fuck is she doing here?

Slamming my locker closed, I rush past my father and grip her by her arm. “What the hell are you doing here, little girl?” Shock and hurt pass through her eyes and I am smacked with guilt before it is replaced with anger.

“I d-don’t know. I guess I wanted to see you and couldn’t wait until this weekend, but I can see..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed…” She doesn’t finish a complete sentence but she is also no longer looking at me. She begins tugging on her arm trying to get away from me and the panic sets in. I know I am being an ass, but I can feel interested eyes on her, looking at her body in the cheerleading outfit, licking their lips. The thing pissing me off the most is I have yet to put my stamp on her or in her.

Knowing I need to explain and apologize, I pull her into my fathers office and lock the door even though I can hear him behind me yelling at me to come back. Once the door is locked, I turn to her and see her red face and the tears she is trying to hide from me. “Shit baby, I am sorry.”

“No I am.” She says, wiping her eyes. “I shouldn’t have come without calling first. I’ll go.” I stop her with my hands on her hips. Lifting her I place her on the desk and move between her legs.

“No angel. It is me who needs to apologize. I acted like an asshole because you walk into this grease shop looking like a candy striper, smelling like a vanilla ice cream, walking with your legs straight and together showing them no one has been between them and I want to rip every last one of their eyes out for getting even a glimpse of you.” her mouth falls open forming an ‘O’ and I can’t help but lean into her and kiss her.

She moans in my mouth, her hands gripping my shirt pulling me closer to her. “Am I crazy for feeling like I missed you? We’ve only gone on one date.” She says between panting and sticking her tongue in my mouth. A frenzy sets over me having her pull at my shirt like she is as hungry for me as I am for her.

Out of my mind with a fierce urge to mark her in some way, I continue kissing her but push her back on the desk until she is away from my mouth. "Is this why you came here little girl?” I push up her tight little skirt and stare at the wet spot on her innocent white panties. “I gave you a little taste of what it will be like to be owned by me and now you are desperate to feel it?” She whimpers when my fingers slide underneath the edge of her panties. “So you came here with these pure, unblemished panties on, flashing your sweetness all through my shop, teasing all the dicks in the room to prove what to me, angel?” She groans when my finger touches her lips once and pull back.

“I don’t know what is happening but I want it.” Damn her honesty just shot me right through the gut. She said what I have been feeling with such poetry.

“Good enough for me. Spread those creamy thighs so I can look at you. Show me the greedy pussy that’s got you all worked up for me.” She opens them like a good girl and my nose fills up with the scent of her virgin cunt. “Pull your panties to the side angel. I want to see how much you want me to have it.” Her breath comes in short gasps, her panties getting more and more drenched by the second.

I put my hands in my pants, gripping my cock so he behaves, reminding him we are not in a private place and can’t fuck her like we want. “Jacob.” She says my name quietly looking to me for reassurance.

“Such a good girl.” I say licking my lips. “Look at that sticky little cum dumpster. Look at how your lips part, already giving me the room I need to slurp up all that cream. Shit!” I call out, holding the beating monster between my legs. “Hold the back of your knees angel and keep them there.” She whimpers but does as I say so obediently it makes my chest hurt. From behind me I pull up a chair and sit it, face to face with her pussy.

Without touching it, I lean in and sniff it running my nose through the folds. “JACOB!” She cries my name too loud but not loud enough. I want her to scream my name, moan in pleasure letting everyone hear her, but I also don’t want anyone knowing what she sounds like when I give her pleasure. I am in an internal battle with myself and I don’t see it ending anytime soon.

Blowing air on her weepy little box, I reprimand her. “Tsk. Tsk angel. You have to keep all noises and whimpers to yourself. If anyone hears you coming but me, I will burn this place to the ground with everyone in it, including my own father. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes. Yes. Please.” She keens lifting her shiny snatch to my face.

“Good girl. Do you know what good girls get?” she shakes her head no, sweat forming on her forehead. “They get this.” I take a long languorous lick from her opening to her clit. I lick the trail of her stickiness to her nub, rolling my eyes to the back of my head from my first shot of her heroine into my body. “My god angel. You’ll be lucky if I greet you without having you on your back and in my mouth.” My tongue moves down her pussy, snacking all the way down, taking little bites and nibbles as I go.

She begins to buck against my mouth, her legs slipping from the violent orgasm building within her. Using my arm, I pin her to the desk and slide my tongue in and out of her hole. Everytime it responds by trying to squeeze my tongue into the space I am invading I groan and hump my cock against the desk trying to stop my own impending blowout. “Jacob, don’t stop.” She demands gripping my hair and pushing her pussy into my face. Like a fucking kid eating his favortie treat I shake my head in her snatch adding friction to her clit and her cries become louder. Not willing to remove my mouth from this sweet treat, I cover her mouth with my hand.

Over and over I lick her up and down, rubbing my nose on her rosebud, getting her used to the feeling while I feed from her honey pot. Her hands grip her shirt and I feel her puffs and gasps of air against my hand. I know she is about to explode and so am I.

At the last second I spit on her asshole and lick it up, adding pressure to it and a finger in her pussy and I am rewarded with a mouth full of cream. “Yes baby. Come in my mouth. Hydrate me angel.” My hand is still covering her lips but her whimpers and bellows of pleas and begging are too loud to contain so is mine.

I kiss her clit and smirk when she shudders, trying to squeeze her legs back together but I am still between them holding them open. When I feel she has calmed down a little, I sit up and pull her into a sitting position in my arms. “How are you feeling, angel?” She snuggles into my chest like a kitten.

“Exhausted and relaxed. That was..that was, wow!” She says, looking up at me. Her beautiful face is flushed and damp and she looks so beautiful and soft. Leaning down, I kiss her wet lips and then her nose.

“I know, baby. I know.”

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