All By Herself (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Book 1)

by Tasha Blue

  Michael settled her on the sofa. “Can I fix you some coffee?”

  “Okay,” agreed Zoe.

  He went to the kitchen and came back soon with a steaming mug.

  She took a sip and raised an eyebrow. “This is good.”

  “You sound surprised,” joked Michael.

  “A man who can womanize and make coffee?” joked Zoe. “That’s a rare combination.”

  Michael smiled. “That is my reputation.”

  “Undeserved?”

  He shrugged. “It’s probably a fair call. But you should know that I think you’re a great person and I admire what you’re doing.”

  Zoe looked at him. She had told herself that she had just enjoyed a one night stand with him, that it was just the sex, but now looking into his eyes, she was reminded of why she had fallen for him in the first place.

  She chalked up what happened next to the drug she had been slipped. She leaned over and kissed him. His lips felt great. At first, Michael was clearly surprised, and Zoe was afraid she had done the wrong thing. But soon he was kissing her back. She opened her mouth and let their tongues entwine as they made out. It felt good to hold him, to rediscover the passion that they had enjoyed.

  Michael disengaged and said, “Should we be doing this?”

  “To hell with everything else,” whispered Zoe. “Make love to me tonight.”

  Michael didn’t need a second invitation. In a few moments, he had peeled off her clothes and was sucking greedily on her big breasts. Zoe moaned as he ran a tongue over her stiffening nipples. Michael loved her soft, full breasts and continued to play with them as she ran her hands though her hair.

  But he also wanted to sample the juices of her tasty cunt. He slid lower down and started licking her labia and clit. The advantage of having a playboy lover is he knows how to use his tongue, thought Zoe as he expertly teased her bud and made it harden in excitement. He started probing her pussy with her fingers as he did so, making Zoe cover her mouth in an attempt to stifle a cry of pleasure, Soon she was bucking and moaning as he fingered her.

  “God, that feels good,” she cried out as she came.

  Michael smiled as he took his fingers out and licked the pussy juice of them.

  “My turn,” said Zoe, taking his clothes off. God, how I love his body, she thought running a hand over his muscular torso. But most of all, she loved the turgid rod that was straining against his boxers. She teased him by biting lightly on it through his underwear and he groaned with pleasure. She fished it out and lightly started flicking her tongue over the purple head. Michael tossed his head back and groaned as she played with his hard dick.

  She took it into her mouth and sucked on it hard while moving her head back and forth. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her mouth and tongue on his cock. She took a deep breath and swallowed the whole thing. It was huge and made her eyes water, but she had got better at it from her previous attempts. She persisted till the giant shaft was completely in her mouth. She sucked on it deeply, enjoying the feeling of the huge cock throbbing in her mouth.

  Michael was in heaven. He had never been sucked on like this before. Finally he rose from the sofa to climb on top of her, but Zoe pushed him back. Mounting him, she let his cock rest against her pussy. She rubbed the huge head against her lips, letting the anticipation build up. Then she slowly sank down, letting it gently fill her.

  Her lip curled with pleasure as she felt the tumescent organ filling her box, stretching the walls of her pussy to the limit. She leaned back for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of the pulsating penis rubbing against her g-spot. Michael lay back, groaning with pleasure. With his hands, he stroked her tits.

  Zoe began to move slowly, grinding against his dick. She moved her hips in semi-circular motions, letting it come into frequent contact with her g spot. She quickened her pace as she felt another orgasm washing over her. She cried out and bucked and thrust upon him as she came.

  “That’s it, fuck me, darling, fuck me hard,” encouraged Michael.

  She continued riding his cock as her pussy juice dripped from his dick and balls. Scarcely had the first climax subsided that she felt another welling up. Soon, she was shouting again as spasms of pleasure shook her body. Michael could feel her pussy clenching powerfully on his rod. He thrust upward to better enable her to pound against her dick.

  “I’m coming,” she screamed through gritted teeth as a second orgasm filled her senses. Michael almost climaxed himself and had to use all his willpower to control himself. He wasn’t done yet and was determined to fuck this beauty some more.

  Getting her to crouch down, he started fucking her doggy style. If Zoe had great tits, her ass was even better. Michael loved the feel of her firm, round ass as he rammed her from behind. The sound of his balls slapping against her rear and their cries of pleasure filled the room. Zoe briefly wondered if they were distracting the neighbors before other thoughts distracted her.

  Michael’s cock was shaped like a giant banana. In this position, the head of his penis thrust powerfully against the roof of her cunt. Zoe’s legs quivered as an orgasm greater than the ones she had had so far started to build up within her.

  “God, you fuck me so good,” she cried as Michael continued to fuck her from behind. She thrust back against him, raising her hips so he could fuck her more easily. She screamed as the rapture of her climax overcame her. Her pussy convulsed strongly and Michael couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a cry, he shot his seed deep into her.

  They collapsed on the sofa breathing heavily. After a while, they looked at each other and laughed.

  “You know, this whole mess started because of something like this, right?” pointed out Zoe.

  “Well, at least we know you’re not going to get pregnant this time,” said Michael.

  Zoe smacked him.

  Michael laughed, then got serious. “Zoe, I think you’re a great person. I wasn’t planning on becoming a father, but if I were, you’d be the first person I would have a child with.”

  “Is that the sex talking?” teased Zoe.

  He shook his head. “No. I really mean it. I have been thinking of what has happened and it has really made me reconsider what I’ve been doing with my life.”

  Zoe decided it was best to be direct. “Look, Michael, the sex is great and all, but my main priority is this baby. I’m going to have it. If you want to help me, that’s great. But I’m going to have this child, with or without your support.”

  “No, I think that’s wonderful,” Michael assured her. “And I do want to help.”

  “But…” asked Zoe.

  “As you know, my father has… different ideas on the subject.”

  Zoe wondered if he appreciated how racist his father really was. “I know, your dad is horrified at having a colored member of the family. I don’t know how far you share his views.”

  “What?” Michael looked shocked. “No, of course I don’t think like that. I mean, not to brag, but I could date most of the women out there.”

  “Well, not to brag, but I could date most of the guys out there,” replied Zoe. “But I do think you’re a great guy and you’d make a good father. But I guess your father has other ideas.”

  Michael sighed. “I know you think I’m being weak giving into my father and, truth be told, you could be right. But you don’t know him like I do. If I go against him, I could lose everything. And my father is not a man who forgives grudges.”

  “I don’t get it,” persisted Zoe. “Why can’t you stand up to your father?”

  “Everything I have is from my father,” said Michael. “The money, my apartment, my car. Even my job; since I left college I have been working for my father’s company. It’s not easy to stand up to someone when he has everything under his control.”

  Zoe noted, “Your father is some piece of work. He’s got you right where he wants you.”

  “He has his faults, but he’s not all bad.”

  “Honey, he’
s your father, but let’s face facts. He’s as bad as they come.”

  Michael nodded glumly. “Any ideas of what we going to do?”

  “Not yet, but I’m working on it,” said Zoe. “I was going to file for child support, but I guess we can work something out.”

  “No, I want you to file,” said Michael. “If the court orders it, there’s no way Dad can prevent you from getting the money.”

  “Really? That’s your idea of a solution?”

  “For now,” Michael said. “We’ll sort this out bit by bit.” He looked around. “Now, why don’t we take the action to your bedroom?”

  “You’re impossible,” laughed Zoe.

  Chapter9

  Zoe glanced nervously at the two stony-faced attorneys sitting across from her. She knew of them by reputation. One was Harry O’Neil, a man famous for his ruthless maneuverings. The other was Sam Efron, a cunning and astute manipulator of cases.

  Zoe sighed. This was going to be a tough fight. Michael hadn’t showed up, she noted. Perhaps it was for the best. Though it did feel strange to be suing a man that she had made passionate love to the night before. They all rose as the judge entered the courthouse. Zoe looked back and Amber, who was seated behind her, gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. Zoe smiled back.

  After they all settled down, the judge began his deliberations. Zoe was representing herself and confidently presented her case.

  “So you claim that Mr. de Winter is the father of the child and you are claiming child support from him?” The judge seemed amazed at the possibility.

  “That’s right, your honor,” replied Zoe.

  “Your honor, the entire case is absurd,” said Sam. He looked outraged. “My client is an extremely wealthy and prominent member of New York society. This unfortunately attracts the attention of unscrupulous women who want to slander his good name and extract some money from him. If this court entertains this absurd suit, it will only strengthen the resolve of these nefarious elements.”

  He’s good, thought Zoe.

  “Do you have any proof that Mr. de Winter associated with you in the night in question?” asked the judge.

  “No, your honor,” admitted Zoe.

  “So how do we know that you’re not merely trying to harass a public figure?” The judge raised his eyebrows.

  Zoe realized that she was playing a losing hand. “Your honor, if you give me more time, I will collect the evidence you require.”

  The judge sighed. “Very well. But please, make sure you have concrete evidence.”

  He set the next court date for the next week and adjourned the case. As they filed out, Amber walked up to her. “What the hell? Is it so difficult for them to order a paternity test?”

  Zoe nodded grimly. “They’re going to do all they can to stop the judge from ordering that.”

  “Well, that is just sick.” Amber looked disgusted.

  It was sick. The question was, what was she going to do about it? Zoe didn’t know what to make of the situation as she headed to work. As she got there, she saw Amanda looking grim outside her office. Her heart sank. She knew instinctively that something was wrong.

  Amanda gestured her to follow her and led her to her office. “Zoe, the HR people are going to talk to you soon, but I wanted to tell you myself. They have decided to let you go.”

  Zoe stared at her in shock. “What?”

  Amanda looked at her sympathetically. “I know this must be a shock for you.”

  “But—why?” Zoe struggled to come to terms with what she had heard. “I thought I was doing well here.”

  “You are.” Amanda leaned forward. “It’s the de Winters. I told you they are powerful people. Edward de Winter plays golf with our chairman. Word is, this order came from the top. Although they are talking about downsizing or some such bullshit.”

  Zoe took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions. “Is there anything you can do?”

  Amanda shook her head. “Not this time. I’m sorry, sweetheart, I tried everything.”

  Zoe nodded. She was doing her best to hold back her tears.

  “I’ll help you gather your things,” said Amanda.

  “It’s okay, I’ll manage.”

  They hugged and Zoe went to her desk and slowly started collecting her things. An hour later, a HR person came to give her a letter of termination.

  She had never felt as depressed as the moment she returned home and realized that she was unemployed. She was going to be a single mother and she had just lost everything she had worked so hard for. She lay on her bed and cried bitterly. After a while, she dried her tears and composed herself. She hadn’t lost everything. She had her baby. She had her education. There was bound to be another job around the horizon.

  She called her mother and told her the news. “That motherfucker!” Carla bellowed.

  Zoe winced in pain at the volume of Carla’ voice.

  “What kind of bastard does that?” raged Carla. “He knows his son is the father. He’s trying to destroy your life.”

  Zoe remembered what Edward had said. It had not been an idle threat. She wondered what else he had up his sleeve. “Relax, Mom,” she told her reassuringly. “I’m going to get through this. We are not going to let this son of a bitch get us down.”

  “Damn right we are not,” cried Carla. “If I meet him, I’ll break every bone in his body.”

  Zoe thought of her mother going all ghetto on Edward. It was an image that cheered her immensely. “I’ll think of something, okay?”

  She hung up and called Amber. “Oh my God, what kind of monster does that?” said Amber.

  “I never imagined that it would come to this,” said Zoe.

  “Don’t sweat it, sweetie, okay?” said Amber. “A cousin of mine has a placement firm, we’ll find some work for you pronto.”

  Zoe doubted she would be able to find her another job so soon, but she was cheered nonetheless. “Thanks,” she said.

  She wondered what Michael would make of all this. She called him. “Hi,” he said. “How did it go?”

  He was silent as Zoe told him tersely of what had happened that day.

  “Oh my God,” he said finally.

  “Is that all you have to say?” snapped Zoe.

  “Look, my father is like this. I warned you.” His voice sounded strained.

  “So that makes it okay?” she snarled.

  “No, no, of course not.” He was silent. “We’ll figure something out.”

  “Oh, great, it’s nice to know you’re actually using your brain for something,” she said sarcastically.

  “What do you want me to say? I’m sorry this happened but this is what happens when you cross my father.” He was silent for a moment. “Are you okay? I mean financially?”

  “I’ll manage,” she snapped. “I see you are doing your best to get out of playing child support.”

  “Those guys were hired by my dad. Don’t worry, you have an iron clad case. Once the judge orders the paternity test, you can prove the matter and file for child support. And there’s nothing my dad can do about it.”

  Zoe felt partially reassured. “I have no idea what else your father is cooking up.”

  “It always pays to be careful with my father,” said Michael. “But there is a limit to what he can do.”

  “That is all very well, but the judge wanted evidence that we had an, um, encounter,” noted Zoe.

  “What sort of evidence can you give?” asked Michael.

  “Well, you did splash your cum all over my sofa the other night,” Zoe pointed out.

  “I think you’ll find that has been mixed with copious amounts of your pussy juice,” parried Michael.

  “It was not!” said Zoe hotly.

  “There is no reason to be embarrassed,” said Michael smoothly. “I like a woman who squirts.”

  “I didn’t squirt,” said Zoe. “That—that was piss.”

  “Really? In that case you need to see a doctor.”

  Zoe purs
ed her lips. “Oh, you’re impossible. Goodbye. And get me some evidence that I can provide in court.”

  Michael laughed. “Will do. Talk to you soon.”

  Zoe cut the line and sighed. How was she going to prove that she had spent the night with Michael?

  She met Amber for lunch that day. She told her about the dilemma.

  Amber said, “I can’t help you with that, but I have set up an appointment for you with my cousin.”

  “Thank you,” said Zoe gratefully. She hated being without a job.

  “Her name is Gladys. Here is the name of her agency. It will only be temporary appointments, but in today’s environment, it’s important not to stay out of work for too long.” Amber gave her a sheet of paper.

  “I owe you one.”

  Amber waved her hand. “It was nothing. I told her about you. She was super impressed. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  Zoe took a deep breath. “I hope so. I also need to think of something I can show the judge fast.”

  “It can’t be that hard. I mean you did sleep with the guy—twice.”

  “It’s not as if I can show the judge my cum-stained dress.”

  “You can’t?” Zoe gave Amber a look. “No, I guess you can’t,” said Amber. “Still there’s bound to be someone who’s photographed the two of you together.”

  Zoe threw up her hands. “He’s been with so many girls I guess no one bothered.”

  “Hmm,” said Amber. “We have to find something to pin on him.”

  “It has to be something that is not too obvious,” said Zoe. “Otherwise Edward will figure out that his darling Aryan boy is getting hot and sweaty with a colored woman.”

  Amber snorted. “That boy needs to grow a pair and stand up to his Grand Wizard of a father.”

  “Well, you can see where that got me,” Zoe pointed out. “If we both end up broke and jobless, where is the money for child support going to come from?”

  “Look at you,” said Amber teasingly. “Two nights of hot sex and you’re getting all defensive about this guy.”