by Marian Tee
This was insane.
So fucking insane.
But damn if I wasn't horny as hell, my body trembling and aching, and my pussy already weeping with need for his possession—-
AH!
The sheikh had entered me without warning, and my pussy's full-o-meter went from zero to stuffed in a nanosecond.
"Do you want it slow or fast?" the sheikh crooned.
"Just fucking get it over—-mmph!" I couldn't finish talking, with his fingers suddenly pushing inside of my mouth just as the sheikh started pounding into me hard and fast.
"Start sucking," he grated out, and idiot that I was, I found myself not just doing as he ordered but actually enjoying it, too, with the way his long, hard fingers so wonderfully resembled the steely length of his cock.
A part of me wondered why I wasn't fighting him off and was instead letting him do as he willed, pushing me to bend from the waist over the balustrade while his cock reamed my pussy and his hand started slapping the cheeks of my ass.
Why couldn't I make myself care that someone might hear us? See us even?
I might've chosen this place because students and faculty only came this way when they needed to visit the school's on-site mail office (in other words: almost never), but there was still a fucking chance, dammit, and especially when the asshole wasn't even making any attempt to tone things down.
With every forceful shove of his dick inside of me, he'd create this lewd, slapping noise that I knew no one would ever mistake for anything else but sex.
I should care more about getting caught, dammit, but instead I was just fucking lost, just mindless with how good it felt, that when I heard him whisper in my ear—-
"You asked me why I'm here earlier. I'll tell you why. It's because I miss my baby mama. I thought of her the whole fucking time, with images of her sweet, dirty body dancing in my mind over and over that I could no longer concentrate at work. I knew I had to fill her up again, shoot my load into her until it goes all the way to her womb so she can start getting round with my kid."
Shiiiiit.
Smarter Side of My Brain told me the guy was just messing with me, but my body didn't care. It just shuddered anew at the words, and my vaginal muscles clenched so tightly around the sheikh that it had him swearing out loud.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
The desire-roughened tone of his growl had me clenching my inner muscles again, and I felt his big, hard body shudder against me.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. FUCK."
Oh God, I think I'm just as bad as him. I had to be, with the way the mere sound of his F-bombs turning me on so hard that I actually felt sex juices trickle out of me pre-orgasm. And when I heard him start talking dirty?
Your ass is shaking so fucking hard against me, little one.
Do you want my cock that much?
Do you like how my cock destroys your pussy over and over?
I'm about to fill you up with my cum.
Loading my favorite fucking cum tank.
It...was...just...too...much, pleasure turning me maudlin as it burst out of nowhere, and even though both of us heard footsteps coming towards us, I just couldn't help it. My head fell back, his fingers slipping out, and I started to moan.
"Shit."
The sheikh swiftly lifted me off the balustrade, and a hand slammed over my mouth just as I saw a couple of students pass the hallway below us in the corner of my eye.
Almost got caught, I thought dazedly.
But I couldn't make myself care.
Just couldn't.
Because at that moment my orgasm was still raging through my body while the sheikh leaned back against the wall just before he started bouncing me up and down his fully embedded dick.
Oh God, God, oh God.
I could only moan against the hand still cupped over my mouth as I felt the sheikh start cumming as well, his dick jerking and twitching inside of me as it unloaded so much cum that it almost felt my belly was about to burst full of it.
Our bodies began to shudder in strange harmony, our pleasure becoming one, and my eyes drifted shut as I felt myself slowly losing my grip on consciousness.
Not once, not fucking once, not even in my wildest dreams, had I ever imagined that I would one day find myself in this position, letting a man have unprotected sex with me in public, much less be willing to bear the consequences (literally) and give birth to his kid.
I guess...
That only meant one thing, and unlike before, I was no longer willing to fool myself into thinking I was a gold-digger at heart.
Oh, I fucking wished it was just that.
But it wasn't, and the truth was much, much worse.
Where are you?
I'm in your apartment. Emergency.
Message received at 0937h from Cum Tank.
Chapter Fourteen
I can do this, I told myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
More to the point, I have to do this.
Because if I didn't, then it meant I was no longer myself, and that wouldn't fucking do at all.
No matter what, I needed to still be myself or things would never work out between the asshole and me. I needed to believe what my instincts were telling me and ignore every Buzzfeed and Huffpost article I read that begged to differ.
I checked my phone for the nth time in the past ten minutes, but there was nothing. No call, no text, no email. Nothing to let me know if the sheikh had even read my message. But surely he'd come? He had to. If not, and I fucking find out he had seen-zoned my message?
I took a deep breath.
Stop being paranoid, Teller.
The sheikh would come the moment he saw my message.
Or at the very least, he'd text or call—-
RIIIIING!
I nearly ended up face-diving the length of his expensive rug in my haste to reach my phone. Finally! I knew he'd never have seen-zoned me, and relief had me breathless when I finally managed to answer the call. "Hello?"
"Story? Is that you?"
I couldn't answer, stunned to hear someone else's voice coming from the other end of the line.
"Story?"
I gave myself a mental shake and cleared my throat. "Um. Sorry. I just...um...finished working out."
"Is this a bad time then?"
"No, of course not." But this was a lie obviously, and Johnny had to know this, too. After the numerous times Dahlia had made my life hell, anything that had to do with my twin would always be a bad time.
"Great. I mean, I'm glad you have time to talk."
Johnny's voice was one of the things I used to find most attractive about him. I used to love the way he talked, the way he sounded confident without being cocky, but...yeah, obviously my tastes had changed since then.
And come to think of it, he didn't even sound confident at all right now. If anything, he sounded rather nervous. He had never sounded nervous when talking to me before, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad at how quickly things had changed between us.
"So...you've probably guessed it already, but I'm calling because of Dahlia."
"I see." And I really did. Dahlia definitely had something up her sleeve again, and whatever it was, it likely involved me and shit hitting the fan.
"This is going to come as a surprise..."
Mm. All of a sudden, I thought about my own surprise, and realizing that I had yet to tell Dahlia about the sheikh cheered me up immensely. It was so going to fuck her up for good, once she found out how wonderfully her plan had backfired, and it was all thanks to her I had shacked up with a gorgeous, rich-as-fuck sheikh.
And oooh, once she found out that I was in love with him, and he was likely in love with me? The look on her face would be priceless and—-
"Dahlia's pregnant."
And what the fuck had I just heard?
"Story?"
"Sorry, I thought you said my twin was pregnant."
"I did say that."
"And it's you
rs?" I couldn't help asking.
"Story." Johnny's voice was stiff. "That's beneath you, don't you think?"
No, I don't think actually, but...whatever. "Sorry," I said finally, "and congratulations." This...completely changed things, and I could practically see all of my plans for righteous vengeance crumbling into ashes.
Dahlia on any ordinary day was already a dangerous enemy to make, but Dahlia made crazier by pregnancy hormones?
The devil only knew what kind of trouble she'd cook up if I went on as planned and rubbed my good fortune in her face. The less she knew about my own situation, the better, and so I took care to make only all the right noises as Johnny, after being assured that I was going to be a very nice and welcoming aunt to his future kid, happily proceeded to share with me the latest of their #roadtopreggers journey.
"I'm not kidding, Story. We're really using that hashtag in every post. It's kinda cute, don't you think?"
"Totally." Not.
Over half an hour had passed by the time I was able to get off the phone, Johnny having been called away by Dahlia, whose voice had been extra loud in the background as she invited him to join her in the shower. She probably thought I'd be hurt and jealous as hell...and it was also probably better to let her think that. Dahlia resting on her laurels was always less trouble than Dahlia seeking to redress imaginary slights.
The thought of Dahlia and Johnny having a baby still lingered in my mind, and I found myself tucking my knees up under my chin as I tried to sort out my feelings about it.
Did I feel hurt? No.
Did I feel jealous? No.
I felt nothing at all, and that, I realized, was what bothered me the most. Johnny used to be the only guy I had allowed myself to sort-of fantasize enjoying a happy-ever-after with, and that had gone on for years. But the moment the sheikh entered the picture, it was as if Johnny had never existed. And surely that meant...
The sound of the door unlocking had me quickly looking over my shoulder, and my stomach did a nervous little flip when I saw Raj stride in, a taut look of worry etched over his devastatingly handsome face.
"What's wrong?" he demanded right away. "What's the emergency?"
I opened my mouth...
Tell him, Story.
Tell him!
But in the end, I heard myself say, "Dahlia's pregnant."
He shot me an odd look, as if waiting for the punchline to drop, but when I could only smile at him weakly, he finally responded with a shrug, saying lazily, "Do you think I can get the law firm to switch you two up? I obviously ended up with the less efficient twin—-"
"Asshole." I grabbed one of the throw pillows and aimed for his face, but he was too fast for me - as always - and I ended up straddling his lap and my wrists captured behind my back. I was about to start swearing and thrashing so he'd be forced to let me go when his unsmiling gaze suddenly captured mine—-
Oh.
"It isn't like you," he said quietly, "to send a text like that for no reason."
God.
The way he talked, you'd think he had known me forever.
It was almost laughable, and I might even have laughed out loud if only...I didn't feel the same way about him.
"What was the emergency—-mph," the sheikh grunted in surprise when I suddenly fell forward, and a moment later his arms went around my body, and I was able to curl my own around his neck.
I waited for him to ask me again, but he didn't. All he did was tighten his arms around me and kiss the top of my head, and it was exactly what I needed.
Because...
Like I said, this guy knew me.
He knew me in ways that couldn't be quantified by time.
Knew me in ways that defied reason.
He knew me because...
"I love you," I whispered.
Verification of Pregnancy Test
This is to officially confirm that the pregnancy test taken by Ms. Story Teller in our clinic has registered a negative result. Please feel free to contact us for any inquiries or concerns.
Chapter Fifteen
I wish I could say the sheikh had returned the words and told me 'I love you, too' after that.
But nope.
Like things could ever be that simple with this piece of sheikh, and honestly? I wasn't sure if I'd have fallen for him if things were that easy. A snarky traumatized bitch like me would have been the worst thing to happen to any of the Average Joes of this world, and thinking about it now, that was probably why I had never let myself succumb to the temptation of hooking up with Johnny.
A part of me had always known that it would never have worked between us, and maybe, that part had also known...
One day, an asshole like the sheikh would come along and fuck his way into my heart.
If Satan had a chance to come up with his own version of soulmates, I had a feeling that would've been the sheikh and me, with the way we were so imperfectly perfect for each other. Most girls would have taken exception to the sheikh's refusal to yield his name while most guys in his place wouldn't even have bothered to question what happened to me back in high school, and an even smaller percentage would've had the resources to unearth the psycho twin I had buried in my closet.
So the sheikh and me?
We're chips from the same messed-up block, and we got each other in the ways that mattered...because I loved him, and although he had never said so, I rather suspected he felt the same way, too. Asshole probably refused to say it just to piss me off, if the past week was anything to go by.
We were in the movies one time, and the asshole suddenly ordered me to go down on my knees and give him a blow job. I told him I'd rather chop his dick off, but he had simply chuckled and told me I had no choice. Because you love me, habibti. Don't you?
And then there was that day he had asked me to join him for a business lunch, and he had introduced me to the other man in a way that had made me want to give his beautiful face a lovely taste of my fist.
'Adrian,' the sheikh had drawled, 'this is the woman I'm currently trying to implant my seed in.'
And when the other guy had started coughing in a not-so-subtle effort to control his laughter, the sheikh had assured him there was nothing to worry about. She's in love with me, she told me herself, and so she's inclined to forgive mostly everything.
Even though days had already passed since then, the memory was still enough to make me cringe, and when I heard the bathroom door open and saw the sheikh saunter inside, beautiful, tanned, and completely naked—-
I just couldn't help it.
Asshole!
Water splashed over the edges of the whirlpool bath as I hurriedly grabbed one of the shampoo bottles and threw it at him.
Bang!
I actually got lucky this time, with the plastic bottle hitting the edge of his head, and I was right away treated with the lovely sound of the sheikh swearing.
"Goddammit, Story. I think I'm bleeding."
I paled. "Seriously?" I was already halfway out of the bath when I heard him chuckle, and I realized too late he had just been messing with me.
YEARGH!
I immediately started striking his chest the moment he joined me in the bath, and God, when he just kept laughing, I was so fucking annoyed I tried yanking on his hair next.
"Stop that, habibti. You know you cannot truly bear seeing the man you love hurt?"
"Wanna bet?"
And this time, I managed to scratch his left cheek with my nails, hard enough to have him grunt...but unfortunately not just enough to get rid of the wicked mirth that still glittered in his gaze.
Fucking piece of sheikh!
I tried kneeing him under the water, but the sheikh only shook his head. "Enough." Settling down on one of the built-in seats, he leaned back against the wall before hauling me towards him.
I fell on his lap...and impaled myself on his cock in the process.
AAAAH!
I saw him smirk when, instead of pulling away, I was unable to res
ist pushing further down—-
Oh God.
His cock was fully embedded inside of me now, and it just felt so, so, soooooo fucking good.
My hands instinctively curved over the muscular slope of his shoulders, and I could only shudder when I felt his head bend close—-
And then he was whispering into my ear.
"Ride me."
White-hot desire consumed me from within, and the last bit of my sanity slipped away as I found myself doing as he asked.
I rode him hard, rode him well, rode him so good that in just a matter of minutes, I could feel his own control slipping, with the way his own movements had become as wild as mine.
Erotic sounds echoed and bounced against the marbled walls.
The sheikh's rough growls blending with my breathy moans.
The slap of our bodies as we rocked against each other.
And finally, my cries of pleasure when I felt myself starting to reach breaking point—-
God, God, God...
His mouth crushed mine just as I hit my peak, and I could only helplessly kiss him back and let him suck on his tongue while orgasmic spasms had my body buckling again and again.
Just so fucking good.
God.
Just so damn good, and when I felt the sheikh stiffen—-
Aaaah.
My eyes flew open, and I couldn't help but stare as I watched color stain the sheikh's high-boned cheeks as he started to cum inside of me.
"I love you."
I just had to say it all of a sudden, and when I saw his eyes blaze, I just knew—-
Oh man.
He could pretend all he wanted, but this time I was sure of it.
That flash of emotion in his eyes.
It really was just the fucking L-word, and I heard myself whisper, "Tell me."
He stiffened.
"Tell me you love me, too."
A shudder rocked the sheikh's powerful frame.
"Tell me—-"
"Shut up and let me concentrate—-"
"Then tell me what I want to hear—-" The rest of my words disappeared under his kiss, with the sheikh suddenly fisting my hair and yanking my head back as his mouth crushed mine.