by B. B. Hamel
I grin at her. “I’m impressed.”
“Me too. I didn’t know I could run so fast.”
I laugh and drive us back to my apartment where the tests are waiting. We talk about her escape as we go, though I can tell we’re both just trying to avoid the real subject. When I’m parked, we head upstairs. She drops her stuff on the kitchen island and bites her lip.
I can tell she’s afraid. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. It feels so fucking good to be touching her after this long, torturous month. I kiss her hard on the mouth, enjoying her, tasting her, not thinking about the real reason she’s here.
We enjoy the kiss for as long as it lasts, and finally she breaks away.
“I’m nervous,” she admits.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m here for you.”
“Do you…?” She trails off and looks at me expectantly.
“In the bathroom,” I say. “There are a few tests in there. I did some research, I think I got you the best tests.”
She nods, taking a deep breath. “Is it too early?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “I think they say a week is the most accurate, but six days should be fine.” I take her hands and squeeze. “Do you want me to come with you?”
She nods a little. “Yeah. It’s embarrassing but… I don’t want to be alone.”
I smile and kiss her softly. “I think I can handle you peeing a little bit.” I grab a small juice glass from the counter. “Here.”
She looks at it, confused. “For what?”
“Pee in there,” I say, laughing. “Then you dip the stick.”
“Oh,” she says, nodding. “Of course. Makes more sense than trying to pee on the stick.”
I kiss her one more time and then she goes into the bathroom alone. She pees into the glass, and when she’s done, she calls me inside.
We stare at the little glass of her urine. She opens the first box, dips in the stick, and then we wait.
It’s an agonizing wait. Neither of us speaks. She stares at the stick and I wish I could read her mind in this moment. I wish she could read mine as well, because that way she’d know that I’d never leave her no matter what.
When the test finishes and it confirms that she’s pregnant, I surprise myself by laughing.
She looks at me, a little wide-eyed. “Why are you laughing?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I think I’m happy.”
She looks surprised. “You’re happy?”
I nod, grinning. “You’re pregnant! I never thought I’d be a father but… god, I’m going to be a dad. And you’re going to be the mom.”
She bites her lower lip. “You’re not mad? Or afraid?”
“Of course I’m afraid,” I say. “But mad? Not even a little bit.” I grab her hips and pull her against me. “You’re my girl, Sadie. I told you I’d take care of you.”
She smiles slightly and looks up at me. “Promise?”
“I promise.” I kiss her softly on the lips. “Now, let’s dip a few more sticks, just to be sure.”
She grins. “Okay. Sounds like fun.”
We spend the next hour taking the tests, mostly having fun with it. We kiss and laugh and talk, and each test comes up positive.
She’s definitely pregnant. By the end of it, we’re sitting out on the couch together, her legs in my lap, her arms around my neck. I kiss her softly on the lips.
“What do we do now?” she asks after a short somber silence.
I shrug. “What do you want to do?”
She pauses and looks at me. “Should I… you know,” she says.
I sigh. “I’ll support whatever you want to do, Sadie girl,” I say carefully.
“I know. But do you think I should? I mean, have an abortion.”
I smile softly. “I know what you meant. And I don’t know. Do you want to have an abortion?”
“No,” she says immediately, and then pauses. “No, I guess not.”
I smile broadly at her. “Good. I didn’t want you to, either. I just didn’t want to influence you too much. It’s your choice.”
“Why are you being so good about this?” she asks, genuinely surprised.
“What do you mean? This is my baby too.”
She shrugs a little. “I’ve heard of guys freaking out because of accidental pregnancies. I mean, you never signed up for this. I’m just some virgin girl you slept with.”
I take her chin, tilting her face toward mine. “No,” I say to her. “You’re not just that. You’re my Sadie girl. And I’m your Daddy.”
“Still,” she says softly. “You didn’t ask for this.”
“And neither did you. So I should just walk away and leave you to take care of it?”
“You could,” she says.
That makes me a little angry. “I can’t imagine the sort of bastard who would do that to you.”
She smiles a little. “I bet it’s more common than you think.”
“I’m not that guy.” I kiss her hard on the mouth. “Do you understand?” I say when I’m through.
“I understand.” She says, hardly a whisper.
I stare into her eyes for a second longer then I kiss her more deeply.
Suddenly, it feels like the whole month of tension between us bubbles over. One second, we’re sitting there and discussing what to do about our future, and the next I’m peeling off her clothes and teasing her breasts with my tongue.
I feel so goddamn impatient. I need her, I realize with a shock as my hands roam her gorgeous body. She moans as I slide her jeans over her hips and press my hands down her panties. I work her wet little clit and we kiss each other, both of us starving for the other.
She’s dripping wet already, soft moans escaping her lips as I kiss her, and I know I can’t wait. I slide my own pants off as I press her down on the couch. I get her panties down around her ankles before spreading her knees wide, showing off that pink little glistening pussy.
I bite her lower lip and press my cock against her. “You’re mine,” I say to her. “Do you understand? Every inch of your body is mine. From now on, you’re not going to leave my side, and I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, and I plunge my cock deep inside of her.
She cries out with passion. I’m so fucking hard, and she’s so fucking wet. I slide right into her easily, since she’s been keeping herself ready for me with her vibrator all month. Still, she’s so goddamn tight, and I have to fuck her slowly at first, just to get her used to my size again.
But she warms up to me very, very quickly, and soon I’m sliding in and out of her tight little cunt and she’s moaning in my ear, hot and deep. Her moans drive me so fucking crazy.
“I’m going to make this pussy sing,” I say. “Fuck your tight pussy, fuck your tight asshole, make you take my every inch. You’ll choke on my cock and thank me for it. You’re my fucking girl, and I’m your Daddy.”
“Oh god yes,” she moans as I slide in and out of her. I pin her hands above her head, fucking her harder, ravaging her body.
It’s intense and it’s incredible. Neither of us could wait any longer, it’s pretty obvious. She’s writhing and moaning under my touch and I know she’s been ready to blow since the second she came into my apartment. She’s been dripping wet and thinking about this moment for a month, and now my cock is deep inside of her little cunt, and I can tell it’s better than she ever imagined.
I fuck her rough and deep, pinning her to my couch. Her wet little pussy slides against me as I rock myself into her, deep and hard. I love the way her breasts shake with each deep thrust, and I take a nipple between my teeth, teasing her.
“Keep going,” she moans. “Gavin, I needed this.”
“I needed this too,” I say. “I needed your tight pussy so badly. I’ve been picturing this for the last month, ever since you left.”
“Me, too,” she says. “Every second of every day. I’ve
been dreaming about your cock fucking me like a bad girl.”
“You like being a bad girl?” I ask her, thrusting harder. She moans deep and low, her eyes shut. “You like getting fucked by Daddy?”
“Yes,” she admits. “God, yes, I love it.”
“Good,” I groan. “Fuck, girl, I’m going to come in this tight pussy. I can’t wait.”
“Keep going,” she urges, her hips moving. I love the way her hips roll against me. “Keep going,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”
I grip her hands harder, pinning them down, as she comes. I watch her face and her body tense and contract and contort as she comes hard and fast, and it tips me over the edge. I keep fucking her, rough and deep, and I come inside of her, filling her the way just as I needed.
We come together, and slowly finish together. I kiss her deeply and hold her, and suddenly I realize that I’m not just holding her.
I’m holding Sadie and my baby. The baby we’re going to have together.
Joy floods me as I kiss her neck. She smiles and laughs a little bit, and kisses me back. My cock stirs a bit, and I know she’s in for a long night.
I just hope she can handle it. Because I’m going to give her everything I have, just to teach her what she’s in for with me. I think she can handle it.
20
Sadie
I wake up in Gavin’s bed, feeling a confused combination of happy and terrified.
I’m afraid for obvious reasons. I ran away from my powerful family to be with Gavin, going against their wishes. That would be bad enough, but on top of that, I’m also pregnant with Gavin’s child.
But for some reason, that doesn’t really matter to me. I stretch, smiling to myself, as Gavin rolls over and wraps his arms around my hips.
“Morning,” he says.
“Morning.” I roll around and face him. He kisses me softly on the lips. He’s so damn handsome, even first thing after waking up. “I had a dream about you.”
“Oh yeah?” He grins a little. “I’m sure it was pretty dirty.”
“Maybe.” I blush and smile.
“Tell me about it over coffee.” He sits up. “You want breakfast?”
I nod. “I’m a little hungry, actually. Didn’t eat much yesterday.”
“Good.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom. I hear him getting ready in there as I sit up against the headboard, looking around his room.
For a second, I’m afraid that last night didn’t actually happen, and the whole pregnancy test thing was actually the dream. But as soon as he comes out and looks at me, I know that’s not the case. I know it was all real, far too real.
He walks over and kisses me softly. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “Of course. Totally fine.”
He smiles a little. “I know this is weird. And you’re scared. But it’s going to be okay. Everything I said last night still stands.” He kisses me one last time before disappearing back into the kitchen.
I can’t help but grin like an idiot. This handsome, gorgeous, amazing man still wants me, even though I’m pregnant with his child. I can’t believe how good it makes me feel. He wants me and the baby, no matter what happens, and I’m finally starting to see that he means it.
The smell of cooking breakfast pulls me from bed. I head into the bathroom and use his toothbrush. When I’m done, I try to fix myself up as best I can. I pull my hair into a messy bun and wash my face, and when I’m finished, I hear voices in the other room.
My heart suddenly starts beating fast in my chest. I walk out into the living room, my face only half dry. Gavin is standing in the hallway, and in front of him, my father’s goon Silas is staring at him.
“I won’t ask again, Gavin,” he says, his eyes narrowed. “Get out of the way.”
Gavin doesn’t move. “Leave,” he says. “Go tell your boss that he can’t have Sadie. If she wants to stay with me, she’s going to stay.”
“You’re making a mistake,” Silas says. His gaze flicks over to mine.
And that’s when Gavin moves. He strikes out so fast that I almost miss it. His fist catches Silas’s throat, making a horrifying choking sound. Silas stumbles back, his eyes wide.
Gavin doesn’t hesitate. He follows that up with a fist to Silas’s face and a knee to his stomach. Silas shoves Gavin off and tries to fight back, but Gavin attacks harder. He kicks Silas in the knee and slams his fist down into his face, forcing Silas down onto the floor.
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Gavin says as he kicks Silas in the stomach. “You tell your boss to leave her alone.” Gavin grabs Silas by the jacket and drags him out of the apartment.
“Gavin!” I yell, terrified. “Please, stop!”
Gavin doesn’t listen. He drags Silas into the hall. Silas tries to crawl away but Gavin kicks him one last time.
“Don’t come back,” Gavin growls.
“Gavin!” I’m breathing so fast, and I’m so afraid, I can barely think.
He turns back and takes me by the hand, pulling me back into the apartment. He shuts the door and locks it before shoving my body against the hallway wall and kissing me hard and deep.
I can’t believe how excited I feel. I never thought I’d like watching a man hurt another man, but Gavin did that for me. Silas was going to bring me back no matter what. I know what kind of man Silas is. But Gavin was fast and ruthless, catching Silas off guard. He protected me, and he’s keeping me safe.
I kiss him back, needing him so badly. He pulls back and spins me around, dropping to his knees, and pulling my panties off. I gasp as his tongue begins to lick my pussy from behind.
“Oh fuck, Gavin,” I gasp. “What’s happening right now?”
“I’m licking your fucking pussy,” he says. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
“Oh god,” I groan as his tongue slides inside of me from behind. He licks my every inch, and it’s so goddamn dirty, but it feels so good. He slaps my ass, nice and hard, and I know it’s going to leave a mark, but I like it.
He stands and grabs my hips. I feel him pull his own shorts off, and his hard cock presses against me. He slides deep inside of me with one easy thrust, and I gasp as pleasure fills me.
Like last night, it doesn’t hurt. Maybe a slight tinge at first, but nothing like the first time.
This is fast and rough. He rocks into me, thrusting, fucking me from behind. I buck my hips back against him, full of adrenaline from the fight. Pleasure fills me, destroying my mind, making me feel so damn good.
I can’t believe it. He pins my hands to the wall and fucks me deep as he kisses my neck.
“God, I love this fucking pussy,” he says. “You’re mine. Nobody is going to take you away from me. I’ll fucking kill for you, Sadie. This cunt is mine, you’re mine.”
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan. “Come on. Fuck me.”
He groans and pulls my hair as his cock thrusts into me, ramming and fucking my pussy. I work my hips, sliding back along his length, taking his big cock. He pulls my hair harder, tipping my head back, as he hammers into me, fucking my little body.
He’s so much bigger than me, he could tear me apart if he wanted. I want him to do it. I want to feel him rip me to pieces. He slaps my ass hard, his cock slamming into me, and I know I can’t take it much longer.
I come hard on him as he’s deep inside of me. As soon as I start to come, he grunts and roars his pleasure, and I feel him fill me. He comes in thick spurts into my tight little pussy as he rams me, fucking me hard.
The adrenaline and excitement makes the orgasm so intense that for a second, I think I might collapse. But he holds me up and slowly we come together.
When it’s over, I turn and kiss him, long and deep. He pulls me close to his body, breathing fast and deep.
“I told you I’d keep you safe,” he says.
“I know.” I kiss his lips.
He smirks at me. “I can’t get enough of that pussy.” He kisses me again. “Come on. Let’s hav
e some breakfast.”
I laugh and shake my head as he leads me into the kitchen. He goes back to making breakfast, and I sit down to watch him. He gives me a small cup of coffee, not too much, since I’m pregnant.
I sit there and watch him cook as if nothing just happened, as if he didn’t just beat the shit out of one of my father’s men, as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out in one of the most intense sessions I’ve ever had. I sit there and watch him, feeling so normal, so good, and I hope it never ends.
21
Gavin
If things weren’t real before, they are now.
I’m surprised that I got the drop on Silas, but he probably wasn’t expecting me to actually attack him. As soon as I hit him though, I knew I was going to win the fight. I think that if I have to go up against him again, it will be much harder, but I got lucky this time.
I’m not sure how long our luck is going to last. I love having Sadie around my apartment, living with me, but her family is getting more aggressive. They haven’t actually come to the apartment again or gotten in touch with either of us, but her father has stepped up his attempts at sabotaging my business.
I’m practically leaking money and resources. I still have a lot, and I’m not in any serious danger yet, but I’m not sure how long I can last. Maybe six months, maybe a year, something like that.
Despite the problems with my business, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I spend half my days in the office and half my days at home with Sadie. Two weeks pass like that, two fucking blissful weeks. We have sex as much as possible, and Sadie is an eager learner. She loves when I push her limits, test her, see what she likes and doesn’t like. She’s intense in a way that surprises me, and she even pushes my boundaries a little bit right back. It’s so impressive. When I first met her, she was a virgin, but after only weeks of having sex, I feel like she’s learned as much as I can possibly teach her.
I won’t say that to her, of course. Because I want to keep trying to come up with new ways to make her feel good.
