by L. Grubb
“Yes…” she says on a moan. Her long dark lashes flutter and fans over her cheeks. “Please…”
“Begging are we?” I tease, licking her neck and making her shiver.
“Fuck yeah I am, can you put it in already before I die of cock starvation?” I can feel the sexual frustration rolling off her words and I laugh.
“As you wish.” I don’t waste more time with sparring words with her, I shove my cock hard and deep and she screams blue murder as her arms link around my neck and her legs clamp around my waist. She’s literally clinging to me for dear life and I’m worried that I’ve hurt her so I stay completely still. “You okay?”
“Fucking. Move!” she screeches. Who am I to deny her? I pull out and thrust back in and she scrapes her nails down my back. My eyes roll, not just because her pussy is hugging the shit out of cock right now but because the scratching down my back is hot as fuck.
A feral growl escapes my mouth and my hips thrust so hard that I’m pushing her up the bed. The sounds escaping her and the slapping of skin has me so close to the brink that I pull out and turn her over. I lift her hips in the air and land a spank right on her left ass cheek. The red print that’s left behind has my dick pulsing a whole new rhythm. I push back in as I rub my hands over her globes. She has to have the best ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.
I spank the other cheek and her pussy clamps around me and she moans, long and slow. “You need to come because I’m not sure I can hold back with the sounds leaving those lips of yours, Frankie.”
“Please…” I hear the muffled response that she says into the pillow. I pump harder and faster. Sweat trails droplets down my face and the sheen of sweat coats her skin making her look like she’s glowing.
The quivering of her pussy walls tells me she’s close and I reach around to play with her clit, playing with it between my fingers. Her legs shake and she screams into the pillow as her orgasm takes over.
My dick is clamped tight and I come spectacularly, falling forward and biting her shoulder, my nails digging into the soft flesh of her hips. My dick pulses with aftershocks.
I roll us onto our sides and tuck her in close to me, spooning her. We lay there for a while, catching our breaths.
After a while, with our breathing under control, she turns in my arms and lays her head on my chest, a contented sigh leaving her mouth and blowing against my pecs. As we lay there in the semi-dark with just the dimmed over head lights beaming down on us, she tells me more of her family life, her childhood and how vile her dad could be.
“He smacked me around but he didn’t with Dan. He never ever wanted a girl and when he found out he tried slapping my mum around to get her to have an abortion but she refused and apparently he disappeared up until I was born. Mum once told me that when he held me for the first time, he was so happy that tears rimmed his eyes. But I know he never, she was just trying to keep me strong. I got through my teens through gritted teeth, many arguments and many bruises. As soon as I hit seventeen, I left and moved into a hostel where I was able to get counselling as well as a roof over my head. I rebuilt myself with the help of them and my grandparents. My parents never knew where I went and never bothered to find me and I’m grateful for that. Dan found me though and at first he was the loving brother I knew but as time went on and guys started showing me attention, he got nastier. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with them anymore.” I can feel a tears fall from her cheek and land just to the side of my nipple and I squeeze her tighter to me.
“I’m sorry, princess. You should never have had to go through any of that. But look at you now? You can walk down the road with your middle finger in the air saying ‘fuck you, parents’.” She giggled at that and a smile tilted my mouth up. I loved her giggle. There wasn’t anything about her that was unlikeable if I’m honest. Except her pain. If I could take that away for her I would do it in a heartbeat. But this just brings me back to the text message still on phone that I have yet to reply to. I have no-one to talk to about it. Can I confide in Frankie? I mean, I can’t just start a relationship with her knowing I may have a baby on the way. “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course you can.” She sits up, crosses her legs and pulls the sheet around her. “You can always talk to me.”
I smile at that. “I don’t want to start a relationship with someone as amazing as you are without you knowing the situation I’ve landed myself in.”
“Okay? That sounds ominous…” She scrunches her nose up as she eyes me curiously.
“My ex, Jen, sent me a text a few days ago. I haven’t replied to it yet because I’m so angry at her but she’s pregnant. She says it’s mine but with that girl? I have no idea. I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her. I didn’t want you to find out if she just showed up one day, which she will because I haven’t replied to her.” I hang my head and rub my hands down my face. I don’t want to see Frankie’s reaction. I don’t want to see the resignation on her face that this relationship won’t go any further. I want it too but she’s probably thinking the worst right now.
“Hey.” Frankie pries my hands from my face before holding my cheeks, her face to close to mine that I can smell the champagne that’s still lingering on her breath. “Who said I wouldn’t want a relationship with you? What, because you got a girl knocked up, possibly? Look, Jen was a past relationship and I could be the future if you don’t push me away. You can do this and I’ll back you all the way.” I’m in shock with her reply, and my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Is this girl for real?
“You’re not joking with me right? Because that would be kinda sick you know.” She smiles sweetly at me and my heart soars. Frankie is one incredible woman, to want to be a part of this with me, to have my back when I need someone the most. “Anyway, I’m going to make her take a prenatal paternity test.”
“How are you going to make her do that when you won’t even answer her text?” She’s a smart one that’s for sure. “You need to reply right now and tell her your wishes. You shouldn’t be made to go through however many months she has left thinking this and that. You need to know so you can either move on with your life or step up and be a daddy.”
“You’re right. I’m being a complete pussy.” I hug her to me, breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo. “You honestly don’t know how amazing you truly are, princess. What you just said has taken me by complete surprise. Any woman in their right mind would have said, ‘fuck that, I don’t want shitty nappies and a screaming baby in a new relationship’, but you? You accept it.”
“I love babies, but I’m not giving you up because you have an ex with a bun in the oven. Shit like this happens all the time and there’s not enough time in this world to waste amazing opportunities.” She squeezes me once before letting me go, leaving the bed and the sheet dropping to reveal her naked body. My dick goes hard in an instant and I groan. “Nuh uh, you need to call or text her. I suggest calling to be honest. Is it okay to have a shower before we go to sleep? I can still feel your cum sliding down my legs.”
I howl with laughter, my head thumping back on the head board. “Go for it, princess. I’ll call her and then have one myself.” She blows me a kiss and sways that perfect ass to the en-suite, pushing the door closed behind her.
Standing up, I shove my legs into my boxers and grab my cell from my pants pocket. I leave the room, leaving the door ajar and heading to the den. This is a call I don’t want to make but it’s a necessary one. I check the time and know she’ll still be awake.
Opening the text, I press call. Here goes nothing.
“Hello, Jase.” Her sultry, but cringey, voice comes through.
“Jen.” I’m curt, polite, but emotionless.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to call me. I’m actually outside.” She giggles in that annoying way that she does that makes me want to punch something, hard.
The line goes dead and a knock on my door startles me. I turn on my hee
l and take long strides to the door, gritting my teeth because I have to see her and her pumped up lips.
“Jase, baby.” She leans in to kiss me and I move to the side. She smirks and strides into my house. “Ooh, just in your boxers, it’s like you knew I was coming.”
The first thing I notice is the pregnant belly. She’s definitely quite far along, and the anger at her keeping this quiet for so long is bursting to come out. “Nice to see you’re not sick enough to lie about a pregnancy.”
“Tut tut, Jase. Why would I lie?” She places her purse on the coffee table and takes a seat uninvited.
“It’s one way to get under my skin, isn’t it? Unfortunately for you, Jennifer, I’m having nothing to do with you or the pregnancy ‘til you have a prenatal paternity test.” Her mouth drops open in shock and her face pales under all her foundation shit she’s smothered over her face. “If you have nothing to hide, Jen, then there’s no reason to not agree to my terms.”
“The fact that we were still together when I fell pregnant, Jase… I didn’t cheat on you.” Tears are swimming in her eyes and I scoff. “I never!”
“I know you, remember? Also, why did we end again? Anyway, I’m taking you to the hospital to have it done tomorrow so you can stay in the guest bedroom for the night.” I smirk at her because she can’t back out of this.
“Fine. I’ll do the damn test. You won’t be smirking when it comes back that you’re his father.” She pouts and folds her arms. “How come I’m in the guest bedroom? Am I not allowed to sleep in our bed anymore?”
“Are you fucking out of your mind, Jen? For one, you have no right to be in my bed because we were over months ago. Two, that bed isn’t ours because I brought a new one.” I’m spitting lava right now. Who the fuck does she think she is?
“And three, because I’m sharing his bed.” Warm arms wrap around my waist and I see Jen’s eyes drop to them, her cheeks reddening at the sight. “So don’t even think about trying anything, sweetheart, because I’ll put you on your arse quicker than you can say Botox.”
“Are you serious, Jase?” She laughs and I have no idea why. She must see the question on my face because she continues, “She’s fat! What the fuck?”
Okay, I thought I was angry beforehand, but that has nothing on the sizzling anger I’m feeling now. I fist my hands but the light squeeze from Frankie has me taking deep breaths to calm myself. She walks to where Jen is, stopping just in front of her.
“You may be preggers, Jennifer, but your face isn’t so I suggest you watch what you say. Also, I may be fat but at least my bones aren’t showing through my skin.” Frankie has her hands on her hips and it’s a real fucking turn-on to see her riled up and defending herself against my ex.
“Please, you and your thunder thighs won’t keep him occupied for long, sweety, he likes his women with less flesh.” Jen eyes her from her seated position and I choke.
“Love, I don’t like my women skinny. I like more cushion for the pushin’. That’s the saying right? Plus, Frankie isn’t fat, she’s perfect.” I smile at Frankie when she turns her head to look over her shoulder.
“You both make me sick with all this mushy shite.” She pretends to stick her finger down her throat and gagging for effect.
“Let’s get something straight, bitch, after this DNA test proves he’s not the dad, we don’t ever want to see you again. You contact him? I’ll hunt you down.” I can hear the smirk in Frankie’s voice and smile. She turns and comes up to me, stepping on tiptoes to give me a sweet kiss on my mouth. I so want to shove my tongue down her throat and fuck her senseless but that’s impossible with Jen here.
“You know where the guest room is, fuck off and stay there ‘til morning.” I tell her over Frankie’s shoulder. Jen is spitting mad and I’m pretty sure I can see steam coming from her ears. She gets up from the couch with difficulty but I make no move to help her. She glares daggers at me and shoulder barges past Frankie. I growl but Frankie refocuses my attention back on her with another kiss, this one a little more passionate but still gentle. My hands slide around her waist and hold her to me. My dick is hard, again, like it always is around Frankie.
“Let’s go to bed, Jase. Sleep is what we need right now. Especially with the big day tomorrow.” She pats my butt as she walks by and I have to close my eyes to stop myself watching her ass as she disappears down the hall.
Once I enter the relative safety of Jase’s bedroom, I blow out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. I’m shaking with fury. What the hell did he ever see in that woman? She’s impossible. But at least she’s here and we can get the DNA done in the morning. I have a feeling she isn’t telling us something. Well, she’s most definitely pregnant, that much is obvious, but I don’t think Jase is even a possible daddy to that baby.
In my gut, just by the way she looked and acted, she slept with multiple men and went for the one with the most money, she definitely looks like the type. I’m not one to usually judge but it’s hard not to with her.
“You okay, princess?” Jase asks, walking into the room and closing the door, the click of a lock turning making my shoulders sag with relief. Fuck knows if she’ll come and molest him in his sleep.
“Yup, I’m just peachy.” I climb under the duvet and lay staring at the mirrored ceiling. “Better get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.”
“We both have. I can’t do it without you, Frankie.” He climbs in beside me and pulls me to him so I’m halfway sprawled across him and it’s the most comfortable I have been in my whole life, I think.
“Are you sure?” I tilt my head back to look at his face. I can see the torment of the situation and how it’s affecting him emotionally. “It’ll be okay, Jase. I promise.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t,” he snaps. “Sorry, princess. I have so much pent up rage for her that it’s difficult to contain it. You can’t promise something like that when there’s a chance I could be daddy in a matter of months.”
“I’m going to be honest based on her. She looks like the type to sleep around a lot. She doesn’t do the lip fattening shit and botox for herself after all. She wants to impress men with money. I reckon she wants you back so bad, that she’d just tell you that, expecting you to believe her. Plus… you’re pretty loaded and she knows it doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Doesn’t stop the worry gnawing at my insides though. I feel sick with nerves, Frankie.” His body is shaking and I don’t know whether he’s about to have a breakdown or he’s just absolutely furious.
I stay silent, instead, I comfort him and stroke swirly lines down his side. He needs someone to help fight his corner and I’m going to be that person. No one should deserve to be put through this, and Jase is such a lovely guy that he goes with his heart instead of his head. I know, I haven’t known him long but the little snippets I’ve seen shows what a real man he is, yet he’s gentle. Jen hurt him bad and I don’t know the full story, I won’t pry it out of him, he’ll tell me in his own time.
His breathing evens out and I know he’s finally fallen asleep. My heart bleeds for him, the pain, the anger… it must be so hard to keep that shit in. I say shit how it is and I’m like that with everyone. Being pushed around by your parents can turn you into a bitch and I’ve tried my best not to let the inner-bitch out. But Jen is one you can’t help losing your cool with. I’m able to control my anger just as well as Jase, thankfully. She’s pregnant after all.
Sighing, I trace the lines of Jase’s tattoos and close my eyes. I pray to the dream Gods that I don’t have nightmares. Jase doesn’t need to witness one.
I wake with the mother of all headaches and I know I didn’t drink last night. The sunlight filters through the slits in the blinds and I groan; morning already?
I’m covered in sweat, too hot and I flip the covers off me but I’m being weighted down. Looking down my nose I see Frankie draped over me, her chest rising and falling gently with sleep. I smile, it’s b
een a fucking long time since I slept a night with a woman, and it feels so fucking good.
I stroke circles on her back as I relax back into the pillows. I’m painfully aware of my morning wood, I’m sure it’s making quite an impressive tent in my boxers.
An awesome idea flies to the front of my brain and I pull my boxers down enough to free my dick and I sigh in relief.
I stroke my free hand up her thigh and between her legs. I play with her pussy until she’s grinding against my hand and moans escape her mouth. She lifts her head to look at me and says, “Now this is a pretty amazing wake up call.” She climbs on top of me and sinks down onto my erection making us both groan in pleasure.
Grabbing her hips, I thrust upward and her hands come down on my pecs, nails digging in and her head thrown back as she loses herself in the euphoric feeling of my dick deep inside her, bumping against her cervix. I watch as her head comes forward, her face flushed. She’s so damn hot that I’m not sure I can last.
She starts riding the shit out of me and I dig my fingers into her flesh and meet her thrust for thrust. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the soft slap of skin against skin. She cries out just as her walls clamp around me and I take over the thrusting, pumping furiously as she rides out her pleasure, milking my cock as I explode without warning. I cry out and pull her down to me, biting her neck. The pulsing in my cock has her walls quivering with aftershocks. “Good morning, princess.”
She giggles and kisses the shit out of me. I hold her to me as our tongues dance together in a passionate kiss. She pulls away and smiles at me. “We need to shower before waking bitch face up.”
I groan and rub a hand over my face. “The last thing I want to hear in the morning is her high pitched voice, moaning over the fact I’m demanding a logical solution to knowing if I’m to be a dad or not.”
