Page 4 of Pregnant By the Badboy

Suddenly I hear a motorcycle pull and I practically run to the window. When I see him hop off and take off his helmet in his leather jacket, I have to squeeze my legs together to stop them from coming inside my jeans.

Grabbing my jacket and putting it on before picking up my purse, I stand at the door anticipating him ringing the bell. When the annoying chime my father had installed convinced it made the house sound like a palace, I wait a few seconds before answering. Trying to calm my nerves and my beating heart, I close my eyes and tell myself I can do this. “I know you are there, baby girl. I can smell you through the door.” he growls like the big bad wolf. Slowly I inhale, my body shaking and sweating. My stomach, building that familiar tickle again, quivering and running through my abdomen at the sound of..lust in his voice. “Jesus, little girl. I even heard that damn gasp. Open up this fucking door so I am look at you before I lose ny mind out here.”

With shaking hands I open the door and everything I thought I remembered about him proves to be false. I mean don’t get me wrong, he is gorgeous and dangerous like James Dean and very much like Cole Hauser, but right now, standing in front of me in a leather jacket, black jeans and a button down shirt, he looks like a panty stealing criminal and the problem is, I will gladly hand them to him. “H-Hi.” I say lamely trying to sound mature or something. He runs his hands down his face and slowly runs his gaze up the length of my body.

My purse slips from my arm, dangling, swinging due to my lack of ability and strength right now. “Good God, little girl.” He says nothing else but moves over the threshold of the house and kicks the door closed behind him. I try to swallow but something is stuck in my throat and I suspect it is this anxious desire that has been pooling between my legs. “Is your daddy home?” he asks, moving closer to me while I am moving further from him.

“N-no.” Like the word gave him super speed, he is on me, my back against a wall and my legs up around his waist.

“That’s good princess. Real fucking good. Would hate for your rich daddy to see you getting dry fucked against his expensive, ugly ass walls by the houligan from across town. What do you think, little one. Would he enjoy watching me bring you to the brink and back again, before leaving you unfinished and wrung out for the night?” Oh my Gosh. My eyes roll to the back of my head as everything he says rolls through me and my body begins to react like it does when I have a cramp and need a shot of salt.

“I-oh.” I try to answer but before I can his mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking a part I had no idea was so damn sensitive, but right now, I can feel the moisture leaking out of me. When he adds the pressure of his teeth, and I actually whimper, eyes squeezed shut trying so hard to hold it in, but everything is touching me all at once on the inside. “Jacob.” I cry out his name when his hands squeeze my ass cheeks and he moves me up and down his hard ridge.

“I have been going out of my fucking mind waiting for you to be legal, little girl. Waiting for when I won’t be put in jail for railing this virgin pussy into kingdom come, over and over again. God why do you smell so fucking sweet?” The last part I can tell was more for him than me, but I still answer him, mind numbingly unable to do anything but respond to his every word.

“It’s my lotion.” I barely answer between gasps and keens. I have always liked this candy scented lotion ever since I was a little girl.

“You smell like an untouched princess. Like gummy bears and cotton candy.” He sniffs the side of my neck before kissing just below my ear. “Do you know what I want, princess?” I shake my head no, chasing the impending orgasms he continues to rock me against his zipper. “I want you to finish rocking this young girl pussy on my cock so I can watch the flush cover your creamy skin and lick its path before I let you out in public looking like you take it between the legs hourly.” Holy hell. That should offend me but it does the opposite. His ability to see right through me and call me sexy at the same time is all I need before I am screaming my release.

I expect the sound to vibrate off the hollow walls of this place no one would call a home, but then his mouth covers mine, claiming my first orgasms and I hear the rumble from his chest telling me he is also coming in his pants. His tongue is warm and slick like mine, but I can feel the dominance in his kiss. “Oh my god.” I say against his mouth, my eyes blurry and unfocused. Heck, I can’t catch my breath with the way he has my mouth sealed up, but something about being at his mercy is hot as hell.

“Sweet girl. You came like such a pretty princess.” he says, breathing his warm shaky breath on me. “Does it make you feel powerful knowing you made the bad boy come in his pants?” I nod my head which is buried in his neck. Chuckling, he lifts my chin with his finger and it is the first time I can take in his sweaty face and his eyes are dimmed, but they are laser focused on me and it is making me squirmy. “I can’t wait for you to do it on my actual cock. How much do you think it is going to hurt for me to fuck into your womb?”

I whip my head to the side to look at him, positive he will be smiling showing me this is a joke, but I find nothing but truth and determination. I am trying to find the words to tell him he most definitely will not be doing that, well not without a condom, but the words never come. It’s like Stockholm in minutes. Is that something that can be put into hyperspeed? Instead of protesting, I swallow and blush, ducking my head like a moron. He growls something about me being perfect for him before he lets my legs drop.

My legs feel like limp noodles and my thighs ache from being open so wide. So much for cheerleading keeping me in shape. “Whoa.” I say when everything spins slightly before righting itself.

“I know. You’ve fucked my shit up to, angel. Come on. Let’s go out and celebrate.” Walking out of the door with his arm around my waist, I feel like I am agreeing to change my whole life and you know what? I think I might love it.

Chapter4

Jacob

Fucking shit, my cock is still squirting down my dungarees. That is one hot little princess. The problem is, she has me out of control. Nothing that happened just now in her house was supposed to happen. My plan was to pick her up, take her out to the comedy show playing over in Taftsville. A buddy of mine, his family owns a little hangout spot and on Friday nights, they open it up to people under the age of 21 as a place for them to hang out. Sometimes, it is comedians, sometimes they have a poetry thing and sometimes there is live entertainment and dancing. It's a nice place to escape to.

My plan was to take her there, show her off, let her get a taste of life outside of porcelain walls and see if she can handle not having all of the gloss and glimmer. My woman, my wife, my lady, she is going to have to know how to rough it and I mean that in more than the sweaty, bite marks kind of way. She is going to have to be alright with not having the best of everything and working for everything, at least at first, because when I leave this place, I am never coming back and neither will she.

My intentions for tonight were good and supposedly sweet, but then she opened the door looking like she rides on the back of bikes for shits and giggles and the fucking beast inside of me woke up. I look at her shiny hair, glossy, glittery lips, all that tit hanging out of that shirt and the leather on her back, making my cock jerk to have my name on the back of it, and everything I thought I knew went out of the window.

My mind kept repeating to mark her. Claim her. Stain her. Don’t let her leave this house without some part of you showing on her so every man you pass, knows she has been claimed. Shit, I could have stripped her fucking clothes right there and creampied her tiny ass. I should have and then made her wear that cream all fucking night. The only thing stopping me is that I know once I get in there, she will never get me out.

So, I settled for spreading her legs wide, and rutting her up and down my zipper. I tried like hell to make sure there would be a noticeable gap between her legs when she walked so she wouldn’t look like a fucking angel, but damn it, doing all of that is doing nothing to cool the fire inside of me. “Wow.” She says, running her hand up the back of my leather seat. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.” That makes my chest puff out and send a rumble through my chest knowing this will be the first of many firsts she experiences with me only.

“Good to know princess. Now come here so I can put this on you.” From under the seat, I pull out a helmet I had made specifically for her. It is pink and black with the word ‘princess’ written on the side in white cursive. She gasps when she sees it in my hand.

“Is this what you have all the girls wear when they ride with you?” Her eyes get big as she shocks herself with her outburst of jealousy. It sizzles inside of me knowing she can feel this too. This insane need to own and not share. To be selfish and not give a fuck who doesn’t like it. Smirking, I pull her into my arms and kiss her bee stung lips from me sucking on them.

“I have never had a girl on my bike. Don’t like to be touched, usually. This requires a lot of trust and..touching.” I lift her chin and make her look at me. “You, I want you all over me, baby. I had this made just for you, little girl. Now look at me while I crown you my woman.” Her cheeks become flush when she bites her lip and bends her head. I can feel everything swirling around us like fairy dust and blessings. Something about this moment is shifting.

Once the helmet is correctly on her head, my heart does some weird flipping shit when she looks up at me, cheeks pink and face bashful. “Be honest,” she starts. “How silly do I look?” She makes some sort of silly face but to me everything about her is sexy and delicious. So instead of answering her, I kiss her sweet lips and move a piece of wayward hair out of her face.

“Gorgeous.” Is all I say before lifting her onto the back of the back. Once I am on I give her instructions. “Keep your arms around my waist, baby. Don’t squeeze. I swear I won’t let you fall or let you get hurt. Just follow my flow of movement and enjoy the breeze. Alright?” She nods, biting her lip. Her eyes drop to the ground before coming back up to me.

“Can I lay my head on your back?” Fucking shit she just punched me in the chest. Hell I even rub the spot above my chest before dropping my hand and answering her.

“Yes.” I respond, my voice a little hoarse and emotional. “You can always lean on me, princess.”

With that out of the way, I put my helmet on, start the bike and before I know it, we are on the road driving toward our destination. Normally when I am on my bike I am blasting Coldplay or Imagine Dragons depending on my day, but right now, feeling her arms around me is calming the storm inside of me. Having her on my bike trusting me, putting her life in my hands is a heavy weight I am honored to bear.

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