They Got Her Pregnant!

by Sasha Medly

  "How are you?" She stopped at the nearest chair and held the back of it for balance. She watched as he rolled his sleeves over his elbows and rolled his shoulders. Even in his state of fatigue, he still had that grace that she came to admire when she started her surveillance back then.

  "Alive."

  "That's good to hear. Can I help you with anything else?"

  "Not any time soon. I have all the information I need for the next one."

  "When?"

  "In two days."

  "How long would it take you?"

  He sat down, lounging like a large cat with his slow but precise movements. He removed his wrist watch and put it down on the table beside him. Three thread woven bracelets followed that. "I was certain someone reported this to you already."

  Dark eyes clashed with blue where the latter widened. Pale pink lips parted for a moment before pressing tight together. "I'm not monitoring you. No longer completely monitoring, I mean."

  "Why?"

  A tighter grip to the back of the chair and another deep breath. "Because—"

  Silence.

  "Because I don't want to chase you away. Not because you might as well kill me either way, but because I want you to know that I trust you! I want you to see that I hope you believe in me that the help I needed isn't always to kill someone." Pale fists turning paler because of the grip. "I want… I want to show you something more than just killing."

  "That information is power of equivalent?"

  "No!" Frustration long buried bubbled fast and demanded release. She could feel it crawling under her skin. "Not at all."

  "Then what?"

  "You said that you would stay and protect me as my defender. I never asked that you go out to eradicate my enemies and endanger yourself! Can you imagine how I feel?"

  "I'm sorry."

  "I asked your help but never hired you, but if this how you would go about, we might as well talk about payments!"

  This was an exhausting task. Opening her heart and deny misdirection or lying. She thought she could even draw on her charm to get through this situation.

  "Payments." His disappointment only spurred her frustration.

  "isn't it all about payments?" She hissed through gritted teeth. The moment it ended, she might as well be as exhausted as he was. Dead heavens, just ask her to charm a drug lord into revealing some information and she would take it over this. She collapsed to the seat she was gripping and sighed. "I'm sorry."

  "I do not want money."

  "Then choose something in kind that I can give you, at the very least."

  She didn't want to look at him after that. The mere delivery of the last line sounded too desperate even for her ears. The thoughts that followed said statement weren't nice either. It was guilt. It was pride. It was selfishness.

  You just say that without care of his emotions, only yours. You just say that to come clean and seem trustworthy. You just say that because you need information. Didn't you say before?

  When you know a person's desire, you have control.

  "Come here then." That made her look at him. His smile was soft and tired, which only made her even more guilty. She could've chosen a better day for this. She took another deep breath before standing up to approach him. The moment she was close enough his hand wrapped around her wrist, and the hold climbed to her elbow once she was standing beside him. "Come closer."

  She leaned closer to him, which was easy considering her height. Her gaze was stuck in his with the small distance. "What is it?"

  She didn't notice his movement until she felt his fingers running on her cheek. It made her gasp in surprise and almost pull back. She would've, if she didn't saw the warning in his gaze or the tightening of his hold around her elbow. That had her flight instincts calling. She was alone in a room with a larger man that was an assassin, and with her recent actions, he might as well use this to kill her for the so called dead, previous client.

  "You've healed."

  "Yes."

  The silence that followed stretched. The more it did, the faster her heartbeat raced and the heavier her breathing was. His fingers moved from her cheek to her ear making her breathing stutter. She didn't know if what she's feeling was pure anxiety and fear now.

  "May I take the down payment?"

  She blinked. "Huh?"

  The next beat he was kissing her with his hand gripping her elbow hard and the other pulling at her hair. Shock. Run. She couldn't react amid the surprise and only when his tongue swiped against her lips did reality sink in. She gasped and he used that to slip his tongue into her mouth. He used his tongue to tease her own, rubbing against it only to flit away and push and taste the other parts of her mouth. When she did move her tongue to meet his, the tension in the room skyrocketed. Tongues tangled to play.

  She wasn't innocent in this. Her tongue danced away.

  The reaction was instantaneous. He pulled her harder onto his lap and growled. The kiss was broken and she was left gasping for breath and taking purchase of something, anything, for balance. She didn't need it. He was holding her hips tight, each finger digging against the thin material of her clothes. His nails, blunt as they were, were felt and she was sure that if he was given the chance, he would rip her bare. His lips were latched on her jaw and his breathing that of a rabid animal.

  "Run." His growl sent electricity to every vein and she shuddered. "Go. Do not let me devour you as I've dreamed for so many nights."

  His hold didn't loosen, nor did he cease contact. She could feel too clearly his restraint and see his struggle. He was panting, growling and his hips were too tense. If he was any of her previous lovers, few as they were, he would've let this go on and take her. Take what they wanted, sweetly and carefully. Brian was a risk.

  "Run." Two octaves lower, still not letting go. "Or I will devour you."

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed. He didn't budge, but he didn't stop her from leaning back. "Breathe, Brian."

  A loud exhale and a small smile on his lips. His eyes were still clenched shut and she worried that his forehead would be permanently scrunched because of that.

  "Brian, look at me."

  When his eyes opened, it was like staring into the darkest night. She wanted this.

  "Devour me."

  Five:

  There were plenty of words to describe this moment, but her mind couldn't conjure any sentence that any book would be worthy of.

  Every touch was a searing brand, resulting to a sensual orchestra of sighs and gasps. She felt like melting ice and lightning through water. Eyes blown to black and lips swollen from meeting, Maria wanted more.

  The moment those words left her mouth, his eyes took a ferocity that would've made her run if it didn't excite her. The look of a predator to its prey. Also, she was right. He tore her clothes with a growl. The restraint was still there when he lifted her and let her clothes hang. It was still there when he nudged her to help open the door while in his arms. It was still there when he laid her carefully on the edge of the bed.

  He kissed her hard and seeking, his tongue pushing in and touching every crevice it could reach. Again and again, until they were both breathless and breathing as one cycle. Breathing in his exhales and the other way around, because there was nothing else worthy of breathing in. Taking in. Only him.

  Another kiss, but this time he was traversing the line of her jaw with his mouth. He nipped and licked, making her wet and wanting for more, but she was too scared to break his concentration of taking. She mewled when he sucked her earlobe, his tongue flicking and circling it. The heat of his hands, the wetness of his tongue, and the sounds made her cling to him for her own restraint.

  Even his dominance was careful calculation.

  He let go of her earlobe with a pop and smiled against her skin. "Why are you holding back?"

  He kneaded the flesh of her hips, firm fingers pressing and moving in circles. She opened her mouth to answer but found her throat not cooperating
. A soft moan instead. His movements stop. She whimpered. "Brian—"

  "Why are you holding back?" He pushed her down the bed by leaning his weight against her. Chest to chest, a grin crossed his face. Curious. Feral.

  "I-I want you." She struggled for air. "But I don't know how."

  He moved away then, and the loss of heat, of him, had her reaching out in panic. He held her hand for a moment before stepping back from the bed completely.

  "How does making you come sound?" How could he be so graceful when she was so close to falling apart? He just stood there, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with that same grin. "I will pleasure you and let everyone hear you scream it. They will know it's from me that you came. It was me that made you so satisfied you couldn't walk."

  "Brian—" She didn't even know why she needed to say his name. The images his words were making in her head made her tremble.

  "I will take every memory of every other lover of yours and replace them with mine. Every simple touch of mine will remind you of this ecstasy. How your every single day would be filled of the memory of me and the need for me to bring you satisfaction. It is just right, don't you think?"

  His expression was not a man making a promise but one who's making a law. A sin to deny. A sin to disobey. She had fisted the sheets to much that her knuckles were alabaster white and her legs were crossed because she could feel her cunt just dripping with expectation. From the look of his face, he would definitely deliver such filth. "For all the nights and days that you filled my thoughts. Images like this that littered my dreams. Like this and more. You brought me into deep filth. A corruption that I never expected I had in me. Jerking off with you in my mind was no longer enough."

  "I can make a receipt for this later, if you so wish." The bastard. "Ass on the edge of the bed and your legs spread as far as you could."

  She scrambled to obey. She was tempted to sass him out and see her punishment, but she was too lost in her need to even try. She wanted more and she wanted it now.

  "Very good." She was rewarded with a peck on her lips. All this control and here she was going mad. "Now let me devour."

  He licked his way down her neck to the junction of it and her shoulder. When he reached that, she was already panting. She arched her back and moaned the moment he sank his teeth while sucking. She clawed at his back only to have him pin her wrists over her head. He damn took his time. Bites on her collarbone that he soothed with his tongue. Open mouthed kisses on the valley of her breasts. Then, he sucked on her left nipple and pulled at it with his teeth. Her hips jerked and her legs wrapped around him to press against his erection. The friction was a relief and she rubbed against him a few times before she noticed he stopped. His hold on her wrists turned bruising and his teeth bit harder on her nipple.

  "Aah…" Her cunt twitched in anticipation and drenched her inner thighs with a gush. More. She rubbed against him just to see how he would react. He growled and tugged her nipple harder. "Yes. Yes."

  Something snapped after that. Every time his mouth met her skin it was tongue, lips and teeth. Teeth biting, pulling and taking if it could only to be soothed by his tongue or intensified by his hot breath. By the time he was sucking her thighs she was a mess. Her throat raw from moaning and whimpering. Then he started cleaning the mess that was her inner thighs and she had to hold her breath because the mere thought of his mouth against her cunt after so much teasing and taking took her to the edge. She pushed her body up to see. She needed to see. He must've seen her looking, must've waited for it, because he used that damn time to lick her slit from one end to another.

  The sounds. His tongue pushed through her nether lips and took whatever it could take in one swipe, pressing hard on the hood of her clit before finishing up. Again and again, he did that until he had enough and parted her with his fingers and buried his face there. He sucked at her clit and even nibbled while his fingers massaged her opening. She screamed when he just slammed in two fingers to the hilt and fucked her hard and fast with them. Her muscles instantly sucking them in and needing to hold them there. He kept the pace, fast with his movements changing from one to another that she was always taken by surprise. Left her searching for some sort of rest but not wanting to.

  "Brian! Brian!" She dared gasp out. More. She couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, please!"

  She would give him anything later, let herself suffer in whatever fantasy he had, but please, "Fuck me!"

  Dear God, he did. There was no time to marvel at his cock or its size, but he was large enough to feel pain when he thrusted in. Her muscles stretching to accommodate and keep him there. She could feel the veins as he moved in her and how hard he was. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall and it wasn't surprising with how his face was contorted as if he was in a war.

  "Your cock, yes." She whimpered whenever she could actually do so. He hooked a leg on his shoulder and the depth had her meeting his thrusts with renewed fervor. She was so close. Every muscle in her body tensing to take that leap. "I'm close. Please. I'm so close."

  "Mine." He started growling against her ear as he fucked her. "Mine. This. Everything. Mine."

  "Yes." She clung to him the best she could, wrapping herself around him as he did to her. "My body. My cunt. Please. Take it."

  "Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine. Mine." He buried his face to her neck. "Every single hole to fuck. Every single fantasy, yours."

  He lifted her hips higher and thrusted with abandon. His control slipping as it went sloppy and desperate. He hooked her other leg to his shoulder, thrusted and all she saw before everything turned white was his grin. She screamed. Cumming. Her mind blanked to focus on the mere sensation of her release. How her cunt quivered and tightened around his cock. How his cock twitched before bursting its seed. How warm and how delicious.

  When she came down to her high, he was biting at her neck and just breathing. She didn't even notice, but the belated pain only served as a reminder of what happened, and how still in control he was. When he did let go of her neck, he thrusted a few more times and the sensation had her moaning. She could feel their cum moving inside her and finding a way out. He didn't pull out though, just laid on her for a few moments.

  "Breathe." She said with a smile, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm here."

  "Exactly." He chuckled before rolling them over so she was straddling him. "We're not yet done. This is a contract payment you know."

  "I believe you said down payment."

  "Did I?' He groaned when she moved her hips. "I don't remember. But, Miss Belladonna, would you prefer an installment type of payment?"

  "What—" She gasped when he pulled at her nipple. "What incentives would I get?"

  "I think that's what we're here to talk about."

  She laughed. “Of course.”

  fin.

  Story

  Description:

  Alisha is a single mom who is working at a dinner in Texas. Her baby daddy was a jerk and skipped town leaving her to raise her baby by herself. One day a filthy rich alpha male bad boy biker walks into her dinner for food, his name is Dozer. He seduces her, and they have sex long and hard and Alisha falls for him, the chemistry between them is amazing

  The loud morning alarm interrupted my blissful sleep. I fluttered my eyes open and rubbed the sleepiness off of my eyes. I stared at the ceiling while the alarm kept blaring at my right ear, reminding me that it’s six o’ clock in the morning. I sighed, turned off the alarm, and stood up to go about my morning routine.

  I stripped off my baggy t-shirt and panties, threw them in the hamper, and hopped in to the shower. The warm water felt good on my olive toned skin as it trickled down to my feet and in to the drain. I looked down and saw my stretch marks from my pregnancy. It doesn’t bother me that much but I can’t help but think that if I go on a date with someone and when we are gonna do sex and he sees these scratches, will he be bothered, turned off? Will he even be okay with me having a kid? But despite all of th
ose thoughts, I’m still grateful because I have Marcus, my precious little boy. And even though that his shit-face of a father ran off with some bitch after knowing I was pregnant and won’t give me any support, I still have my mom to help me take care of my son. Who needs him anyway? I can do this on my own.

  After getting dressed in comfortable clothes and tying my dirty blonde hair up to a ponytail, I went on to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before I go to my shift. I beamed when I saw my little boy sitting on his high chair, messily eating his food.

  “Good morning, Alisha.” My mom greeted as she put some pancakes on my plate.

  “Morning, mom. Good morning my messy little boy.” I giggled and rubbed off the mushy food from his little chubby face. As I cleaned his face I was starting to see that he looked a little bit like is father. He got my green, downturned eyes, but the rest of his face just resembles his father. I looked at Marcus for a little while, thinking that I would never raise him to be like that man. I’ll raise him to be better than his father. I could feel that my mom was watching me. I quickly looked away and turned to my pancakes as if I’m fine. Mom sat down beside me and clasped my hand, “Are you alright, darling?” she said in her comforting voice.