by Joanna Blake
My Bellie was coming.
I couldn't wait. I lifted up and eased into her as she convulsed around me. My bare cock sank into her tight, hot, quivering little pussy. I'd never felt anything sweeter in my life.
This was heaven.
Belinda
I couldn't stop shaking as I came. The orgasm was earth shattering. Almost too hard. I lost track of time as it went on and on. It never seemed to end.
Kyle wouldn't let it end.
He was driving in and out of me with long, deep strokes. He wasn't being gentle. He ended each circle of his hips with a hard thrust and a grunt.
He sounded like a wild animal.
My wild animal.
At first, I'd figured why not have a little fun with him. We'd already made a baby, so that wasn't a risk anymore. I wanted him. He definitely wanted me.
What was the harm?
But I knew in my bones that this was dangerous to me. Every time I met with him in secret, each hot sex session was leading me deeper and deeper down a path that led to nowhere. I had opened my heart to him without noticing. And now it was too late.
Kyle was not the settling down type. You just had to look at him to know that. And I loved him too much to trap him with a baby.
Love...
Oh yeah, I was definitely in trouble.
He leaned forward and pulled my nipple into his mouth, not stopping the endless thrusting motion of his hips. I screamed as my body went into overdrive. My orgasm had an orgasm. The room tilted and then went fuzzy for a minute.
When I came back to myself, he was staring down at me with concern.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah... you don't have to stop. Just go easy on my breasts."
"Okay, if you're sure you are okay..."
"I'm just- extra sensitive."
He smiled and kissed me, then started making love to me again. This time it was slower, gentler. But somehow with him staring into my eyes as he rolled his hips sensually, it was even dirtier. He knew how to make every stroke count.
"Bellie... hmmmfff."
He was straining with the effort of holding back. I was straining not to come again so soon. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I was holding my breath, afraid to break the spell.
"Yes?"
"I think- fuck, Christ- I know- I'm falling for you."
That was almost what I wanted to hear, but not quite. I slid my arms around his neck and looked up at him. I tried to hide how much I was hanging on his words.
"Hmmm... Falling?"
He grimaced as his cock slid deeper inside me.
"You aren't going to make this easy for me are you?"
I shook my head. Why should I make it easy? I wasn't going to put words in his mouth. Even if he said it, I knew it was probably a passing thing. But I wanted to hear it so bad. It almost didn't matter how long it lasted.
"I'm falling in love with you."
Chapter Thirteen
Kyle
I stared at the ceiling, my arms wrapped around the sleeping beauty beside me. I stroked her hair softly, letting my fingers slide through the living silk. It was just after dawn. I'd have to wake her up soon.
To take her home.
I frowned. That just didn't sit right with me. For just a little while, it had felt like this was our life, not an escape from it. The real thing.
I wanted her with me. Always.
Fuck if I hadn't gotten domesticated. Ben had been right. I was next.
I should be scared. Hell, I was scared. But not of getting married or settling down.
No, I was scared of losing her.
I'd never had anything to lose before. Something to protect. Not like this. In war it was different. Everything was life and death.
This was life with her or life without her.
And I was pretty sure I would not be able to handle that. Not now. Not ever.
I squeezed her and she made a soft sound. I smiled. My girl was so cute it almost hurt. She had mewled, almost like a kitten.
My kitten.
She blinked up at me sleepily. She looked so damn good it almost hurt. I brushed her vibrant red hair off of her face. Sometimes I had a hard time believing she was real. She was just too perfect.
"Good morning beautiful."
She smiled and my breath caught in my throat. Goddamn, the woman had me tied up in knots! Everything about her made me soft. Vulnerable. I'd never let my guard down before. That's how you got hurt. I learned that when my mama passed. But for once in my life, I didn't care.
"Is it time to go?"
I made a decision right then and there. Someday we would wake up like this everyday. I'd bring her coffee in bed. And a nice, big sausage.
A thick sausage.
I grinned and rolled her onto her back.
"Not yet."
My lips found her neck as my cock angled unerringly towards the sweet spot between her thighs. It was like a heat seeking missile. We both sighed as I slid between her puffy soft lips.
I didn't want to rush. I wanted sweet, hot, long slow sex.
But the clock was ticking.
I forced myself to pick up the pace, but I was going to make every second count. I fit both hands under her perfect ass and lifted her, kneeling between her legs. This way she was splayed open for me, ready for anything I wanted to dish out. I could really work my jock.
Her eyes met mine. She realized in an instant she couldn't do much, but I could. She also realized she wouldn't be able to escape me when she got close. Everything would be more intense.
I grinned.
Teaching Belinda about sex was the most fun I'd ever had in my life. Each thing we tried, each variation, felt like the first time for me. Because it was the first time for her.
I started to rock my hips, pistoning the tip of my cock in and out of her at a rapid pace. I grinned down at her as she wiggled beneath me. Of course it felt good, but it wasn't satisfying.
This part was the tease.
I rocked and rolled until my joint was a little deeper. Then I started a deep swooping motion, staring into her glazed over eyes. I ground into her, not withdrawing completely, just getting closer and closer until our hip bones were scraping against each others.
We were both close. I kept us on the edge as long as I could, near but not over the line. And then we tipped, falling into a rip-roaring, earth-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm.
I let out a shout as the heat at the base of my cock tore upwards, feeling like an explosion of pleasure. I was pinning Belinda down against the hotel mattress with my shaft as she shook and shimmied all over the place. I groaned as my cock pulsed wave after wave of my come out and into her.
And she took every damn drop of it. Her pussy was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking me dry. Her eyes stared up and backwards as she massaged every inch of my cock with her orgasm.
Fucking A, did I love this woman!
I told her so too.
Belinda
He loved me.
I was still tingling as I sipped my herbal tea, watching Kyle get dressed. He'd taken care of everything. Breakfast in bed- vegetarian, which today meant granola with almond milk. He'd gotten my favorite tea. He'd taken special care of me.
He'd especially taken care of me.
His muscles were smooth and round as he covered them up. I sighed. I'd have to wait almost a week to get my hands on him again. It was too long to wait.
I shook my head. I'd been planning to end it, as usual. And I'd been weak when it came to resisting him, as usual. I kept putting it off. It would happen sometime in the future, in weeks or even months.
But it would happen soon. It had too. Before he noticed the pregnancy. There was no other choice.
This time, everything had changed. My plans for the future were in question. I felt loved, guilty, overwhelmed, afraid and hopeful all at once.
All because of three little words.
He loved me.
He'd said it over and over again. It was
like once he started, he couldn't stop. Lord knows I loved him, though I hadn't told him so yet. I couldn't. I was too busy panicking.
Now, I was really in trouble. Kyle thought I was on the pill. He had no idea about the baby. He would be pissed. Maybe even furious enough to change how he felt.
It might even make him reconsider loving me. He couldn't really do that, could he? I'd tried to turn off my heart enough times to know it was harder than it sounded.
For me, it had been impossible.
I forced myself out of bed. I had to figure something out. A way to let him know how I felt, and about the baby, without making him chose his future before he was ready. There had to be a way to tell him without making him hate me in the process.
"You okay, Princess?"
Kyle came up behind me, staring at my reflection in the mirror above the dresser. I nodded, turning my face to kiss him. He groaned as I melted against him.
"God, I hate watching you get dressed... it's a sin to cover up this body."
I arched my back as he ran his hands over me. I wanted to stay here with him. Forever. Just let the world disappear. But I couldn't.
"I have to get home before my first class."
He slumped against me as if I'd crushed him. I laughed and pushed him away.
"You will just have to wait, stud muffin."
"You are a cruel, cruel woman. Did you know that?"
I smiled and pulled my shirt on.
"You keep telling me so."
He stood again and pulled me close, cradling my face.
"But I love you anyway."
I opened my mouth to tell him I loved him too. But no words came out. I couldn't even be sure why I hesitated. He noticed, I was sure of it. But he didn't say anything. He just kissed me.
"Come on Princess. Let me take you home."
Chapter Fourteen
Kyle
I watched Belinda's fine little ass as she scurried down the block towards her street. We always parked a few blocks away. And I always snuck down the street behind her to make sure she got into the house safe and sound.
That was my woman.
My fine little ass.
I sat there, grinning at her back and then I popped out and jogged down the block, waiting to make sure she got inside. I knew it was broad daylight but it didn't matter.
I took care of what was mine.
The whole rest of the day I was walking on cloud nine. Now I knew my purpose and direction. I was going to marry that woman and raise a family with her.
And we were going to start as soon as fucking possible.
Everything else was just gravy. Football, school, my career... all of that would work out. I knew I'd land on my feet because I was a Marine. I had the discipline to succeed at any endeavor. Belinda was the one thing I couldn't live without.
Oh yeah, I was going to put a ring on it.
ASAfuckingP.
I walked into practice with a shit-eating grin on my face. Before I even changed I went straight to Ben's locker. He was fastening his shoulder pads when I slapped his back.
"You were right man. You're new nickname is Nostrafuckingdamus."
"Right? About what?"
"About the girl. I'm going to marry her."
I saw his meaty paws coming before they landed and braced myself. Getting a hug from this guy was like getting tackled. I smiled through the pain.
"So, where the hell do I go for a ring?"
"Did I hear that right? My new quarterback is getting hitched?"
I turned and the blood drained from my face. Coach Carmichael was standing behind me. I stood at attention, my military training taking over. The man wasn't just my coach. He had served. And he was my superior.
Not to mention he would kill me when he realized I was fucking his daughter. Not just fucking, I was putting her through the ringer. I hoped the fact that I loved her might count for something, but I wasn't counting on it.
Of course, that wasn't going to stop me from taking what was mine.
"Yes, sir. If she agrees, sir."
He grinned and slapped my other shoulder.
"She'll say yes if she has a lick of sense. You're a fine young man."
I smiled tightly. I wondered if he'd still be saying that in a week when I asked her. When she said yes.
If she said yes.
I knew that was a pretty big 'if.'
"I have something else to congratulate you on, son."
I waited for him to speak, as the other players all turned towards us. He was making an announcement. I had a crazy feeling that I knew what it was.
"I'm starting you this weekend."
I started to smile as the team crowded around me, congratulating me on the starting position. They never started Freshman. And the season wasn't even halfway over. It was unheard of, especially at the top football schools.
But it was happening today.
Fucking A.
Everyone seemed happy. Everyone except the other quarterback, who I'd just deposed. Everyone watched as Jason stood up and threw his helmet on the ground. Then he walked out of the locker room in his uniform. Three of the other starters stood up and followed him.
Coach tapped a few second stringers to take the place of the guys who'd walked out. Dennis, one of the linebackers I liked, was one of them. Some of the players were staring at me with less than friendly looks on their faces.
"Congrats, man. On the girl and QB."
"Thanks big B."
Ben nodded at me and shook my hand. At least I had him on my side. And the coach. For now, anyway.
Not for long.
I smiled grimly as Coach patted my shoulder.
"He'll get past it, Son. I have to do what's best for the team. You've proven yourself."
I nodded and geared up for practice.
Oh yeah, it was one hell of a day.
Belinda
I sat on the couch clutching my knees. I'd come home from classes to grab something to eat before my afternoon work-study. I'd already called to cancel.
Apparently, I wasn't going anywhere.
The poop had definitely hit the fan at Chez Carmichael.
My mother paced back and forth, practically rubbing a hole in the carpet. On the coffee table in front of me was the pamphlet from the women's center. I'd forgotten it was there when I switched back to using my book bag for everything. I must have left it in my good purse, the one I used for stuff like doctor's appointments.
And she had found it.
"How could you do this? Do you have any idea what your father will do when he gets home?"
I glanced at the clock over the mantel. I did have an idea but I didn't know how bad it would be. I'd find out soon enough. Practice had ended half an hour ago.
"Dinner is burning."
"What?"
I exhaled. I could smell everything now. I had super powered senses. It was because of the baby. I'd read that in one of my books. 'A heightened sense of smell helped a mother protect her unborn child against spoiled food and other pathogens.'
Like smoke.
"Dinner. It's burning."
She turned and ran into the kitchen.
I concentrated on my breathing. Counted to four as I inhaled. Hold for three. Exhale on four. Count to two. Start again. It was working. I felt even keeled, even though there was a heavy sense of dread hanging over the room. Getting upset wasn't good for the baby. And things were about to get crazy in here.
I should leave now. Go, pack quickly and then leave. No good was going to come of this.
If I knew anything, I knew that.
I stood up to leave just as the front door opened.
My mother walked past me, and took his jacket. He looked from her to me, confused.
"Mary? What's going on?"
"Come and sit down. Belinda has something to tell you."
I glared at her.
"No, I don't."
"Fine. I'll tell you."
I stood by the entrance to the
living room, ready to run. My father looked calm but confused.
That was about to change.
"Your daughter has gotten herself pregnant."
"WHAT?"
He shot up from the couch, staring at me with fury.
"Is this true Belinda?"
I didn't flinch as he loomed over me. I couldn't back down. This was my life. Mine!
"Is this true?"
"Yes."
He covered his face with his hands. In that moment, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
I watched as he struggled to get control of his anger. He'd never yelled at me once growing up. But I had a feeling that was about to change.
"You'll get an abortion. And you'll never see this boy again!"
"Actually, the second part of that statement is probably true."
He stared at me in shock. I knew it wasn't my words. It was how calm I sounded that was confusing him. How unconcerned about his anger. But I had nothing left to lose. So I wasn't afraid.
Actually, I was angry.
"The worst part isn't that you've been dating behind my back. It's that you are so irresponsible that you allowed yourself to get pregnant!"
"No actually, I went on one date."
I crossed my arms.
"Maybe if I had known what to expect, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if you hadn't been so controlling, I wouldn't have tried to play catch up and get all my experience in one night."
His jaw dropped.
"But, it did happen. And I'm keeping the baby, so you can both just stop asking about that."
He glared at me.
"Like hell you are!"
"I'm an adult and I'm keeping my baby. You can't stop me."
He was seething, staring at me with a look of revulsion.
"Who is the father Belinda?"
"I'll never tell you."
"Does he know? Does he want to marry you?"
I raised my chin.
"We haven't talked about marriage. And no, he doesn't know."
"I'll kill him! I swear to God I will kill the worthless son of a bitch!"
"No, you won't. Nobody is killing anyone."
For the first time in my life, I turned my back on father and walked away.