by Amy Brent
“Hey, Mom,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice from cracking.
She did not need to know that I had been crying. It wasn’t going to get us anywhere at all. She pried too much, and it wasn’t out of concern for my well-being. She didn’t care about my feelings. All she cared about was her image. I didn’t want to have to talk to her about anything. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her I was pregnant.
“Violet,” she said. There was a hint of bitterness in her tone, and I didn’t quite know what that was about.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked.
“One of the nurses told her friend who lives in the Hamptons who told someone else, who told… Anyway, that doesn’t matter. What matters is it got back to me, and I was the very last person to even find out about it.”
“What is it, Mom?” I asked.
I was trying to hide the irritation in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. I hated that my mom always felt the need to play mind games with me. To drag me along some “you-know-what-you-did-but-I’m-not-saying” path. I hated it. When she didn’t respond, I cleared my throat and asked her again. “What is it, Mom? What did you hear?”
“That you’re pregnant!” she yelled through the phone.
Oh shit, I thought. I was fucked. I hadn’t had a chance to figure out how I was going to tell her. I had no idea what I was going to say to anyone really. And now, she found out through other people. This was going to be bad.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled.
“Mom, calm down,” I said. I wanted her to just listen to my story. I wanted and needed her to be a real mother for once. I desperately wanted to talk to my mom about the way I was feeling. And she wouldn’t let me.
“How can I calm down? I’m humiliated. Do you know what it’s like for me to find out that my daughter is pregnant from other people? From a long list of other people?”
She was livid. I could tell. And I really didn’t want to get third-degree from my mother about my choices as an adult.
After the week I had, I didn’t want to deal with that at all. Especially not after the Michael fiasco at the coffee shop just an hour ago. It was all too much. I didn’t want to deal with her screaming and yelling at me anymore.
“How the fuck did this happen, Violet? I demand to know what you were thinking.” Her voice was cold, and I hated that she even found out.
“It was someone at work,” I said. “I don’t want to talk about it, Mom.” There was a bite to my words, but I didn’t care.
“You will talk about it. You will tell me right now who it is!” She was angry, and I didn’t think she had any right to be this angry or upset with me. She knew nothing of my life. She refused to get close to me or let me get close to her for that matter.
And that was when I had had enough. I hung up on her. She called me back immediately, and I hit the “reject” button. I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t really want to talk to anyone at all. This whole thing was only making me feel lonelier and more isolated.
When my mom called back for the fifth time in a row, I shut my phone off and threw it across the room.
I trudged my way over to my bed and crawled into it. I felt so ashamed and empty. I curled up under the blankets desperate to block everything out. I wanted to lock myself away from the world and not have to worry about or deal with anything anymore. I was officially done at that point.
My mind instantly went to Cole. I wondered what he was doing and if he was thinking about me, too. Did he miss me? Did he want to figure things out? Did he hate me? It hurt my heart so much that I couldn’t just pick up the phone and call him. I let the tears fall down my face, streaming and not slowing down. I just let myself cry. And I cried the rest of the day away. I couldn’t help it. I had never felt so lost and alone before in my life.
Chapter 23
Cole
It had been the worst week of my life. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Violet. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the way I left her.
I constantly wondered how she was. Did I make the right decision? Was she still sad? Was she sick? Was she happy? Was she scared? What pregnant woman wasn’t scared to have their first child? But I was worried about her nonetheless. No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, I still felt shitty.
I missed her more than anything I had ever missed in my life. I had been thinking about her constantly. She was stuck in my head, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get her out of there.
I hadn’t been able to eat or sleep. My entire life seemed to be consumed with thoughts and worries about her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could actually go on like this. It was as if a giant piece of my heart was missing, and half the time, I couldn’t even seem to breathe properly.
On Sunday, I left my building, needing to burn off some of this restless energy. My swirling thoughts had me feeling like a caged animal. I needed to do something, or I was going to lose my fucking mind.
I walked down the street with no conscious destination in mind. I just walked straight and turned, walked straight and turned. I wasn’t sure where I was headed to or what I was going to do when I got there. But when I stopped, I realized exactly where I was and what I was going to do.
I was outside of Violet’s apartment. This had been my goal the whole time, even though I hadn’t been able to admit it to myself. I buzzed her apartment.
“Yeah?” she called through the intercom, and my heart just about leaped out of my chest.
“It’s me. Can I come up?” I said into the speaker.
She didn’t respond, but I heard the familiar buzzing sound and the door clicked open. I stepped into the lobby, went to the elevators, and pressed the button for her floor.
My palms were sweaty, and I mostly knew what I was going to say to her. But I was still nervous as hell. I didn’t know how she was going to react or what she was going to say. Or even what the hell she was thinking. But she let me up, and I had to hold onto that as a little glimmer of hope in our sad and shitty situation. When I stepped out of the elevator, I walked to her door. I took a deep breath and then knocked. The door opened within a matter of seconds, and she pulled me in.
There was no hesitation. Our mouths found each other right away. Our tongues were entangled. It was hot. She was only wearing a pair of lacy black panties and a t-shirt. I wanted her, but more than that, I wanted to talk to her.
“Wait,” I said and pulled back. I looked down into her gorgeous eyes. The ones that I could get lost in again and again. And that’s when I realized just how much I really missed her.
“What?” she asked, looking a little worried.
“I’m so sorry for what I said. I’ll forgive you for just about anything. I forgive you for this, but do you forgive me? I’m so sorry. I made a mistake, and I want nothing more than for you to be mine once again. I miss you, Violet.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and I thought she was going to break down crying and shaking again, but she didn’t. Instead, a single tear fell down one cheek, and she grabbed my face and kissed me. The kiss was hotter and more intense. I could taste the sexual desire there between us. It was strong.
She stopped kissing me for one minute and mumbled one little word. “Yes.”
Then we went right back to kissing. I started to kiss down her neck and felt her squirm some. I stood back and grabbed her shirt by the hem. She lifted her arms up as I lifted her shirt up and over her head.
I stared at her in front of me with a smile on my face, admiring her almost naked body. The only thing she had on was her panties. I grabbed her and pulled her into me, kissing her hard on the lips. I went back to trailing light kisses down her chin, neck, and chest. I stopped at her breasts.
“Can I play?” I asked. I knew pregnant women had sensitive tits, and I didn’t want to bother her if that was the case. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by accidentally hurting her.
She nodded her head, and I took her right nippl
e into my mouth. I sucked gently on it. It was darker than normal, but it was still sexy and perfect. I moved my mouth to her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I rolled her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she moaned.
She grabbed my hand and led me back to her bedroom. I could watch her walk in just panties all day every day and I would die a happy, happy man. She had the most perfect ass I had ever seen on anyone before in my life.
She was so fucking hot. It was hard to keep my hands off her while we walked. I just wanted to grab her and shove my dick inside of her. Everything about her sexy little body made my dick twitch. It made me want her more and more.
When we got to her room, we sat on the bed and went right back to kissing. It was hot and needy and rushed. I paused to take my shirt off, and she started to undo my pants. She pulled my dick out and dropped to her knees in front of me. It was so fucking hot to see her like that.
I looked down at her as she made eye contact with me. She bit her lip, and I felt a tingle in my dick. Then she opened her mouth and placed it around the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. It felt good. Even though it was just the tip of my dick in her mouth, it still felt fucking good. She started to lick it. Just across the tip and then around the edge of it.
I moaned again. The way she worked her tongue around my cock was heaven.
Then I felt her begin to fully take my dick into her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. She was so fucking good at that. Better than I had ever felt in my life. I smiled and placed a hand on the back of her head. I helped move her head up and down along my cock. Making her take it all the way in and then out of her mouth. It was hot and turning me on so bad.
I wanted to feel her pussy. I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to fill her with my come. We didn’t have to worry about pregnancy since she was already pregnant. So, it made me feel a lot more relaxed.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “I wanna feel you,” I said.
I was far too horny to fuck around with too much foreplay. I just wanted to be deep inside of her pussy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her hand along the length of my cock.
I nodded my head. “If you want me to fuck you that is.”
I was getting antsy waiting for her reply. I wanted to pick her up and bend her over and just start fucking her. I had never had a woman turn me on as bad as she did. Fuck, I just wanted to get inside of her so badly.
She nodded her head and quickly rose to her feet, almost as if she had been waiting her whole life to have a chance to get fucked by me. She got onto the bed and removed her panties, shooting them in my direction. I caught them and smiled at her. I dropped my pants and boxers and climbed onto the bed.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
“Good, I’m going to fuck you so good,” I whispered to her.
Her legs were spread, and I was between them, getting ready to slide inside of her. I put a hand up to her pussy, rubbing her clit with my forefinger and middle fingers. She wiggled her hips against me and moaned. It was so fucking hot.
I slid a finger down and inside of her tight pussy. She was so wet already. Her pussy was so warm and tight, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I loved feeling the inside of her. Though it was driving me crazy that my cock wasn’t already shoved up inside of it.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said.
She nodded her head. “I’m always wet for you,” she said, panting.
I lined my dick up with her hole and pressed gently, sort of teasing her. I didn’t press in so that I slid inside of her. Instead, I grabbed my dick with my hands and began to massage the tip of it along her clit. She writhed her body and moaned softly.
“Fuck me,” she said. Her voice was so hot and needy. It made my dick twitch.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Please fuck me.”
“Alright,” I said and then lined my cock up with her hole again. I could feel her wetness on the tip of my dick, and I was ready to start fucking her tight pussy. I pressed hard and fast and slid right inside of her. I pressed further so that my entire dick went up inside of her pussy.
It was so tightly wrapped around my cock, squeezing it. I thrust in and out of her, going harder and harder. Her pussy felt so fucking good that I just couldn’t help myself. I began to thrust harder and harder, faster and faster.
“I missed your tight little pussy,” I said as I grabbed her legs and put each of them on my shoulders. I was ready to get after it. To go hard and fuck her brains out. I wanted to drive her wild with my cock. I wanted to make her scream and beg for more.
“I missed you and your cock,” she said in a moan.
I reached a hand down and began to massage her clit with my thumb. I moved it back and forth in a fast motion. Matching the pace at which I was beginning to fuck her. She moaned louder and louder and began to move her hips along with me.
I could feel myself on the verge of coming already and couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want it to go this fast. Especially since she hadn’t even come yet. I paused and pulled myself out. I had to stop for a minute. To slow myself down. To make myself last longer for her.
I wanted nothing more than to come inside of her. Right then and there. I wanted to just let it go and fill her up. But where was the fun in that? I had never been a fan of quickies. It went by way too fast, and this girl deserved more than that. She deserved to have multiple orgasms. She deserved to have her legs feel like they were jelly.
I rubbed my cock on her clit some more. I was going crazy, but I wanted to make her come. I needed to watch her eyes light up as she rode my cock.
Chapter 24
Violet
I was lying there as Cole’s dick was out of me. He had pulled out, and now, he was just teasing me with the tip of his dick again. It wasn’t fair, but I figured that he was just trying to prolong things. That he might have been a lot closer to coming than I was. And I thought it was sweet that he always wanted to make sure I got mine first.
“Do you want me to fuck you any other way?” he asked.
I nodded my head. “Let me get on top,” I said.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he said and moved so that he could lay down on the bed.
I moved so I could straddle him, swinging one leg over him. I slowly lowered myself down, and I reached behind me and grabbed his dick, holding it up. I aimed my pussy right for it. I slid down right onto his cock, feeling it fill me, stretch me.
It felt so good. I moaned, and my breathing hitched. I held my breath as I began to move my pussy on his cock. It was so huge and was shoved so deep inside of me. It hurt but in a good way.
Fuck, this feels so good. This feels better than the last time we fucked. I began to move my body, rolling it as I rode him.
He grabbed my hips, and I started rocking them back and forth. I went slowly at first, grinding into him as I did so. I felt every single inch of him shoved inside of me, and it was so fucking hot. I started to pick up my pace, and he helped move my hips in the same motion. Over and over. Back and forth. His dick was shoved so tightly into my pussy.
“I love this. I love your cock,” I moaned. “It feels so fucking good.”
“I love your tight little pussy,” he said back to me.
I smiled at him, leaned forward, and grabbed onto his arms with each of my hands. I started to bounce myself up and down on him, taking him hard and deep inside of me. It felt so good. He put his hands up and reached for my tits. He grabbed onto them. They were a little sensitive, so I cringed a bit, but it wasn’t bad.
He pulled on my nipples while I moved my body up and down on his cock, faster and faster. It felt so good, and I felt like I was going to go crazy. I wanted to come already. I was so close.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he asked. His voice was low and husky. It was full of lust and so fucking hot.
I moaned again.
I moved my body a little faster, up and down, back and forth, grinding into him hard. I worked his cock hard and fast, and suddenly, I felt myself hitting that perfect spot. The one that pushed me over the edge and caused me to feel like I was flying, floating through the air. My toes curled, and I closed my eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “I’m fucking coming.”
“Come for me,” he said, grabbing my hips and moving me on him harder. Making my orgasm just a little better, a little more intense. My clit was throbbing hard, and my body felt numb. It was such a rush.
As I came down from my orgasm, Cole wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me forward on him, so our chests were touching. He began to fuck me hard, thrusting his cock in and out of me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered in his ear. “That feels so fucking good.”
He started to thrust harder and faster. His cock slid in and out of me at a fast pace, rubbing against my special spot. I was starting to get close again.
“Oh my God, fuck me harder,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder. Make me come again. I’m so close.”
But he stopped, and suddenly, I was on my back, and he was on top.
“Roll onto your stomach,” he said.
I did as he asked. I laid on my stomach, and I felt his cock pressing into my pussy from behind. I started to get onto my knees to give him a better angle, but he pushed me back down.