by K. J. Dahlen
I looked over at Franco and he nodded his head once. That was enough approval for me.
Annalisa turned back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed me softly. I heard a collective “Awwww.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered. She took my hand and led me toward the staircase. We were only halfway up when I heard Franco.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he grumbled.
“Honey. They’re engaged. She’s pregnant. What exactly more can happen?”
I heard Marco laugh.
“Don’t you laugh. This is all your fault. If you wouldn’t have kidnapped him, none of this would have happened.”
Annalisa and I hit the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. “He’s right. Without him, none of this would have happened. I’m gonna ask him to be my best man.”
Annalisa laughed. “I’d like that.”
We laughed all the way down the hall, but when we got to her room, we both stopped. Things were serious now. I looked over at her bed. I’d pictured it many times when I was in the basement. I’d fantasized about breaking out, and going to her room, ravaging her there. In my mind, it had always looked feminine, but it was far beyond my expectations. It looked like a princess room.
“I’m not sure I can defile you in here,” I said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
“Really?” Annalisa said, pulling her sundress off, leaving her topless, wearing only a pair of panties.
“Nope. Here is fine,” I said placing my hands on her hips and drawing her into me.
She laughed.
I’d missed her breasts and while my mouth got reacquainted with hers, my hands got reacquainted with her breasts.
She whimpered and I pulled back for a moment.
“No, don’t stop. It felt good. It was a good whimper,” she said before I could even ask.
“Alright, but I’m not going to stop unless you say I’m hurting you,” I warned. It wasn’t true. I’d stop every time I thought I might be. I picked her up and carried her to her bed. Climbing on top of her, I kissed my way down her belly to the tiny mark of her gunshot wound. There were still stitches, but I was glad that the cut was small, and looked nearly healed.
I kissed around her belly button and then lower. She was still smooth as silk. My tongue couldn’t get enough as I licked her sweet nectar. Using my nose, tongue and fingers, I stroked her clit as my fingers pressed into her. I was gentle, moving them slowly. She arched her back off the bed and cried out. “Please! My God! Let me come!”
Not wanting to hurt her, but knowing she needed more, I picked up the pace, flicking my thumb over her clit faster and faster. My fingers moved in her, curling up, pressing against the spongy spot I knew would cause her to come undone. “Yesssss…Ohhhh…Mmmm…” she cried out as her honey flowed freely over my hand.
I kissed her softly as she regained her breath. “I want to taste you now,” she said.
My cock wept at the thought, but I wanted something else. “Babygirl, if I’m not inside of you in one minute, I think my heart will stop.”
Without a word, she spread her legs for me, bending them at the knees. I hooked her knees with my elbows and lifted her slightly. Wanting to be gentle, I entered her slowly. It reminded me of our first time. It nearly killed me to go that slow. And just like our first time, I came within two minutes.
She didn’t mind. In fact, she said she loved it.
“Why?” I asked, pulling out and kissing her forehead.
“It means you think I’m sexy.”
“I do!” I exclaimed, kissing her nose.
“And it means you haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“Longest dry spell of my life, other than the first fifteen years.”
She shook her head. “Well, there will be the six week one.”
“What?” I asked looking her in the eyes. She was smiling. Was she joking? She’d deny me sex for six weeks?
“After I have the baby. I’ll have to wait six weeks.”
I hadn’t thought about that. It would be worth it though. “Maybe you can, you know, give me a hand?”
She laughed at my stupid joke. It was another reason I loved her.
We kissed tenderly and made love for a second and third time that night. I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. I was about to ask her if I needed to go, and what time she wanted me back for the doctor’s appointment. I didn’t want to go.
“Dante,” she said sleepily. “Can you spend the night? I want you to hold me. Then we can go to the doctor in the morning, okay?”
“Yes, baby. I want to hold you all night long.” I picked up my phone to set the alarm and saw I had a bunch of texts from my mom. She was asking how it went. The last text, about fifteen minutes earlier said, “Either very well, or Franco killed you.”
I texted back. “She said yes.”
“Congratulations. I love you. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.”
“I’m still at her house. Text you tomorrow.”
I was about to get the best nights sleep that I’d had in a long time. With my babygirl in my arms, my ring on her finger, and my dick still wet from her pussy, what more could I ask for?
In the morning, I woke to the sunlight and hair. There was a lot of hair on my face. I brushed it off of me and Annalisa giggled. “Morning,” I said.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she said. “He’s been up for a while.” She pointed to my cock. “I wanted to lick him, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
I groaned. “For the record, you can wake me up doing that any time you want.”
She licked her lips and then moved to my cock.
I had to keep reminding myself that she’d been shot and she was pregnant. I wanted to fist her hair and push her all the way down. The way her tongue curled around my shaft and her hands cupped my balls, had me emptying myself into her mouth much sooner than I’d wanted to.
We both wanted more though. Leaning over me, she took my cock, and straddled me. I watched my cock first part her lips then disappear into her pussy as she lowered herself slowly. I loved this position and so did she. I was propped up a bit on her pillows, my hands on her tits as she rode me when the door was opened.
Donne stood in the opening, staring at Annalisa’s bare back and ass as she rode me. She hadn’t even noticed. “Oh shit,” he said, drawing her attention.
I pulled her down toward me and pulled the covers over her protectively.
“I’m… oh god I’m sorry. I had come to see if you needed a ride.”
Annalisa laughed. “I have a ride.” She giggled.
Maybe I’d find the joke funny in a few days. Right then, there was a man who found it fine to walk into my girls, no, my fiancé’s room.
“I’ll knock next time. I’m sorry,” Donnie said. “Uh, nice to see you again Dante. I didn’t uh…Well, I didn’t know you were here.” He left the room.
Annalisa and I finished making love. We showered together and got dressed. I took her to breakfast before the appointment.
Our mood had changed as we got to the doctor’s office. We realized the news we might be getting. I’d asked her if she’d had any spotting and she’d said no. She said she didn’t really feel pregnant though, other than being tired. She’d only felt sick in the morning once. She was worried that was a bad sign.
We sat in the waiting room holding hands. There were a few other women in there, most of them visibly pregnant. The nurse called us in. I waited in the hall while Annalisa put on a robe. I thought it was silly. I’d seen her nude only hours earlier, but the nurse said it was protocol.
A woman came in wearing a white lab coat. “I’m Savannah and I’m going to be performing the ultrasound today.” She sat down next to Annalisa and opened her gown. “It’s going to feel cold at first,” she said, squirting some clear stuff out of a bottle.
Annalisa gasped. “Yep, cold,” she said, forcing a laugh.
I knew she was nervous.
The woman began to move around this plastic thing that looked like a price scanner. There was white snow on the screen and a big black section. She kept moving it around. I wanted to ask if she saw the baby, but I didn’t really want to hear the answer.
“Hmmm,” she said, adjusting a knob then moving the scanner around some more.
I looked at Annalisa. She was crying. I knew if I stared at her a moment longer, I’d start to cry, but I couldn’t look away. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. The tears filled my eyes making it so everything was blurry. I didn’t want her to see me cry. I wanted to be strong for her.
“Well there you are,” Savannah said, her voice echoing in the silent room.
Annalisa inhaled sharply and held her breath.
Savannah had stopped moving her hand, and was clicking the screen, putting little plus signs all over a bunch of white stuff.
All I could make out was a flashing light.
“Do you see?” she asked Annalisa who shook her head no.
“This is the placenta,” Savannah said, moving the cursor around a blob. “And this is the baby here, the umbilical cord, and this…” She moved the cursor to the flashing light. “…is your baby’s heartbeat.”
“Thank you, God,” I said a bit too loudly, realizing I’d been holding my breath as well. The relief washed over me. She was still pregnant. We were going to be parents! Oh, shit. We were going to be parents. I squeezed Annalisa’s hand again. She was crying and so was I, but they were tears of happiness.
Twenty minutes later, she was dressed and we were in my car. There were huge smiles on both of our faces. “What should we do?” she asked.
“Well first, we need to call our mothers, then maybe a little baby shopping. I want to buy him his first suit.”
“Oh, it’s a boy is it?” Annalisa laughed, dialing her mother. “I think it’s a girl.”
“No. God would never give me a daughter. I’d kill any man who ever tried to date her.”
“Hey mom,” Annalisa said as her mom picked up. She covered up the phone and whispered to me, “Then she’ll just have to fall in love with some guy you keep locked up in the basement.”
“Like any guy I keep in the basement is going to be good enough for my daughter.”
She rolled her eyes and started telling her mom about the ultrasound. I loved the bubble in her voice.
I dialed my mom as well. “Hello,” she said. I could hear the anxiety in her voice.
“Hey, mom. We just got out of the doctor,” I said.
“And, how did it go?”
“I saw his heartbeat mom. I’m going to be a dad.”
I could tell she was crying. “You’re going to be a great dad and a great husband. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom. Please tell Dad the good news.”
We hung up our phones and looked into each other’s eyes. It was going to be a long road, but we could do it. “I love you Annalisa Morelli.”
“I love you Dante Ranetti. I’m so glad my father didn’t kill you.”
“Me too.” I laughed.
We locked hands and left the parking lot headed off toward the rest of our lives. We had a lot to overcome. A wedding, a baby, and our families, but we were in love and together, and that was all we needed.
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Payback
Roxy Sinclaire
1
Leah
After flirting with Marco’s driver, he told me Marco would be at the Black Bar at midnight. It wasn’t hard to get the information out of him. I pretended I was interested in the driver, but I can’t even remember his name. The only person on my mind is Marco.
I want his boss, who could easily be George Clooney’s twin brother with a smile that he uses on the girls who pass him by. Tonight, I’ll make sure he uses it on me. I’ve got the dress, the heels and I’m ready to make him suffer the same way he made me suffer three years ago when my dreams were shattered, and he tore them into little pieces.
As soon as I arrive at the bar, I spot him in black pants and a matching shirt leaving the limo and then walking into the bar as if the world belongs to him. That’s what powerful men like him think, but he’ll soon find out it’s not the case as far as I’m concerned.
The sidewalks are packed with women and men queuing up waiting to gain entrance into the famous bar. Not him. Just a nod and a stride and he’s allowed to enter. I’ll have to join the queue and wait to see if I can get in there.
I need to get in there.
Being left on the curb isn’t an option.
I’ve been standing for over an hour, I’m about to give up hope, when a guy bumps into me. It seems that they prefer couples to get in at the moment. There’s been too many single women going in and there are rumors of them cracking down on prostitution. I start to panic, as I worry that maybe I won’t get in. I decide there’s only one thing to do about it. Make sure that I use my new found talent in flirting to be sure we get in together.
“I think that they’re only allowing couples. And I can keep you company tonight,” I purr as the guy edges closer toward me.
He stands and looks me up and down for a second. That’s all it takes. I look hot, there’s nothing that hasn’t been left to the imagination as he cups my butt. I don’t say a word, because I have a feeling about tonight. Nothing’s going to get in my way, including this creep.
Finally, I manage to get away from the creep and I’m thinking that maybe I’m out of my league. It’s too expensive and with the little money, I have in my purse I’m not sure I’m even going to last one week, let alone one month in New York. I just didn’t want to stand next to the creep any longer. Who was no longer satisfied with touching my butt, but every asset on my body and when he wanted to give my mouth a rinse with his tongue, I knew I had to draw the line. I told him I was going to freshen up in the bathroom and he seemed to think that was an open invitation to join me, until I pushed him away.
I’m sitting at the bar, regretting that I pushed him away cause now I have the prostitution thing to deal with again. “Can I have another soda please?”
The bartender’s looking at me as if I’m a piece of dirt. Everyone’s ordering cocktails, beers and buckets of champagne and the only thing I want is a soda. He nods as he starts taking soda and pouring it in the glass as if it’s a painful thing to do.
I left Townsville, and soda wouldn’t even cost a dollar. Here it’s like five dollars for a small bottle of soda.
My dress is so short that I feel as if my panties are on display and too low to even think about wearing a bra. I bought it on sale and thought the girls here wore things like this to clubs.
I knew I couldn’t get into the bar without the creep, because I definitely look like a girl on the pickup. I’ve only been in the city for one week, and I’m not going to get disheartened this easily. I just need to give it a chance. Especially, seeing as I’m using my flirtation skills to get into bars and information. Something I never could imagine doing, before I got here.
I bought the dress with only one mission in mind. To get the attention of the one man I’ve been watching all night. He hasn’t even blinked an eye in my direction. I notice that he likes girls who are taller, more filled out and don’t leave as much to the imagination. It’s almost as if he likes classy girls. Which is something that I thought he wou
ldn’t like, and I feel as if I’ve completely misjudged him.
Then again, what do I know? He has a little gray in his hair, which I think is done on purpose, because he’s not even forty yet, but his body says otherwise. Even in the fitted matching black shirt and pants, I can tell he works out. Not too much so, he looks like a meathead, but enough to show he’s fit. Besides, I’ve seen him jogging a few times in the park. I watch his long arms and legs stride. I don’t even think after he’s finished the five-mile jog that it tires him in the morning. He looks just as refreshed as he did before he started jogging. I love watching the muscle tone of his legs, then again, everything about him is something to be admired including his almond-shaped amber colored eyes which could easily send me into a daze.
I shake my head as I watch a girl approach him. Jealousy runs through my spine about the man that I’m following for revenge. I want to seduce him and then make sure that he knows what it feels like to be completely humiliated as he did with my family.
Girls have tried, red-haired, blonde and even dark hair like me and he rejects them. I can’t figure out what he wants, and it leads to frustration as he starts moving through the bar. It’s as if he’s subtly checking something out, at first I thought it was the women. They flirt, try and dance with him and yet he keeps moving. All the blondes don’t get close enough to him. I’m not blonde, but maybe this dress isn’t the type he’s attracted to. I hate this, I left home at twenty-one with as much money as possible, and it doesn’t feel like enough in this city. I’ve been working double shifts, cleaning and doing every job under the sun just to get close to him.
Last week, I came to NY on my twenty-first birthday telling Mom that I wanted to experience something new. When I was eighteen, I thought I was going to college. Until I found out that even with my straight 4.0 GPA I’d worked like crazy to achieve in high school. It wasn’t enough to get a college scholarship. My college fund was gone, the house I’d lived my whole life in was gone too, and it was all down to one man. Marco Raco.