She pulled him out of her mouth and looked up at Johnny’s face as her hand continued to stroke his meat. Meeka moved back and held her heaving breasts together in her hands. Johnny did not need any instructions of what to do and was quickly sliding his earnest length between her globes. He made a strangled sound and grunted as the tip came through the top. Meeka bent her head down and captured the tip in her hot mouth.
Johnny was in heaven and his large hands covered hers, manipulating the balls of flesh to tighten around his thrusting member. The spit from the mushroom head made his sliding easier and he was soon ready to come. His strokes were shorter and Meeka could tell that he was close to an end. Instead of moving back, she suckled in the head of his cock and bobbed her head on the several inches that she was privy too.
“Oh Meeka. You feel so good baby. I can’t stop it.”
His words were punctuated with several shots of hot, salty release. She gagged slightly on the overwhelming flavor and swallowed down his seed. Johnny grunted and moaned against her, his hands squeezing hers. She sucked the head until he had to push her back from the sensitivity. Meeka wanted more but the man was completely depleted. When she realized that she was not going to get him inside of her, she started to get dressed, searching for her discarded panties on the carpeted floor.
“Wait, where are you going?”
Meeka looked into his eyes and she could tell he was hurt that she was leaving. While he looked close to unconscious on the bed, Meeka was primed for more and she planned to go home and finish herself off. There was already the nagging guilt inside of her for being with him, pleasuring him the way she had. Even though she was not with Rick anymore and he was the one who had cheated, she felt like she had just carried out a betrayal. She was the first to look away from the his smitten eyes.
“I'm just tired, so I was going to get home. I had a really good time Johnny. Thanks for taking my mind off of everything and giving me someone to talk to. I really needed to get it off my chest.”
Her words did not make him feel any better. She was dismissing him in a nice way. He looked down at his softened cock and willed it up, but it was worn out from his powerful climax.
“Please stay with me. Just for a while?”
His voice was soft and almost pleading. Meeka could not refuse his eyes and she found herself walking back to the bed. She laid down next to him on her side and Johnny pulled her closer to his body, holding her. He was not the right man, but his strong arms around her felt good. She missed being held and the heat of him next to her had soon lulled her into sleep.
Chapter 9
Meeka woke up in the morning, unsure where she was for a moment. Her ass pushed back and felt a hard rod against her. The night before with Johnny came back in waves and she looked down at the hand that was on her waist. Meeka was still horny from the night before and when she pushed back against his hardness. The head slipped inside of her hot core, her excitement making the way a lot easier to enter. She stopped and squeezed the blunt head. He felt big in her un-used hole and then there was a growl behind her that sent shivers down her spine.
“Mmmm Meeka, you are so wet baby. So wet.”
His hips pushed forward and several inches escaped into her tightness. His hand lowered to her clit and started slow circles on the top. She pulled her legs together and lifted her ass up for his penetration. The action made her seem tighter and made his cock seem larger. As the thickest part pushed in, Meeka whimpered with the stretching. Her walls clenched half of him and Johnny gritted his teeth to stop his desire to slam inside of her. That is all he could think about as her ass pushed back against him. His hands rubbed on her nub faster, as her insides filled with more of her essence.
“Please don’t squeeze me Meeka. I won’t be able to control myself.”
The words so familiar, she paused and gripped him harder. The words that followed she had heard before and brought a painful pang to her heart that was covered by the instant pleasure in her folds.
“Who says you need to?”
Johnny slammed forward with a grunt and pushed himself deep inside, as far as he could. Her thick ass padded his pelvis as he pulled out and slammed back in. Johnny watched her tits fly wide as he pounded into her from the side. He knew there was a bit more that would not fit, so he moved her forward some and his own body lower down on the bed. Lifting one of her legs, he hooked it behind him, opening her cunt up to him.
“Rub them big titties for me while I fuck you Meeka.”
His change of tone was surprising, but not as much as the sudden fullness she felt as he was able to push deeper. Meeka’s hands searched for her sensitive tips and she squeezed and pulled on her hard nipples. She was so horny and the man’s hand rubbed her core so well that she was quickly coming onto his palm. Johnny bellowed behind her, pushing in deep and filling her full of his seed.
“Oh Meeka. I wish it was my baby inside of there. I can’t wait to fill you up with one of my babies.”
Meeka heard his words as if from a distance underneath her pounding ears. She could feel his heat inside of her and it only made the stimulation stronger. Her walls collapsed around him and each time she did so, Johnny whined behind her. He finally pulled free of her suffocation and panted on his back next to her. His words soaked in, as well as what she had just done.
Meeka got up with a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes. She did not look back at Johnny when his hand reached out to touch her arm.
“Sorry, I got to go. I guess I will see you in a few days at work.”
Meeka had taken time off for a honeymoon that she was no longer going on, but she suddenly welcomed the time to think and the time away from her boss. He did not protest as he could see she was upset. Johnny worried that he had been too rough with her, though her own pleasure was unmistakable. He couldn’t understand her train of thought and the tug of war that was going on in her heart. Meeka liked Johnny and valued their friendship, but there was no love. Even great sex with someone else could not take her mind away from Rick and his child inside of her.
Johnny got dressed and followed her out to her car. She let him kiss her softly on her lips, but when she didn’t respond like she had before, he pulled back with a sad look.
“I'm sorry if I lost control. I didn’t mean to hurt you, especially with you carrying a child.”
“It’s not that Johnny, you were wonderful. I'm just emotional, you know, raging hormones and all.”
Meeka smiled, but it didn’t light up her face as it did when the smile was genuine. She looked close to tears again and she patted his hand as she pulled away. The regret was deafening and two-sided. Not only had she betrayed Rick in a way, she would also end up hurting Johnny when she could not reciprocate his feelings. He had looked at her with more than just lust and Meeka was not so immune to the longing in his dark depths.
She sighed deeply, her core still filled with his seed. Her baby kicked her and she felt like even her unborn child was condemning her for her actions. Meeka needed those few days off. She had a lot of thinking to do and preparation for the baby. Decisions needed to be made and the birth was looming. Eventually she would have to talk to Rick about it all and now, she knew her guilt would be clear in her eyes. How could she face the man she loved again?
Chapter 10
“Doctor Rogers?”
“Yes Lindsey?”
“There is someone in reception looking for you.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know. The message just says it was a woman asking for you by name.”
Rick’s heart surged, sure that it was Meeka. He thanked the nurse and fixed his shirt before walking out of his cramped office. He had just been thinking about her when the nurse had disturbed his day-dreaming. Meeka was all he seemed to think about and he worked more than ever before, to keep those thoughts at bay. He couldn’t stand going home because the silence was deafening and he could feel then how much he had lost. So, Rick picked up all the extra shifts
he could and it was in those down times, when he had a few minutes to himself, that he found his thoughts going to his future wife. He refused to give up hope that it would all somehow work out. It had before and he knew that it would again.
He replayed the last time they had seen each other as he made it to the elevator. Marla had turned up and was almost immediately sticking her tongue down his throat. When Meeka had walked in and he had seen her face, Rick knew that she was devastated. To have hurt her like he had, devastated him as well.
The elevator beeped and he got off on the first floor, looking around for his beautiful Meeka. He didn’t spot her after a few sweeps, than he caught movement coming towards him out of the corner of his eye. He turned and his face fell when he saw who it was.
“Marla.”
“Well don’t look so happy to see me old friend.”
“Every time you're around, bad things happen.”
“Yea, I was going to apologize for that. You know that you have always made me go a little crazy and I couldn’t help myself.”
Rick looked around the busy hospital and saw several nurses looking his way. The gossip mill was fast and strong where he worked, so he pulled Marla to a small unoccupied room. She had never been one to be discreet and he did not want to be the topic around the water cooler, though he already feared he would be. Meeka and him were a legend around the establishment. It had all seemed so destined and had quickly spread. Now it was known that Meeka had left him and Rick had been moping around the office since. Speculative glances were already flying as he pulled her into the small room.
“Why are you here Marla? I thought you would be gone by now, living those big dreams in the big city.”
“Wow you are pissy. I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to do? Do you want me to go talk to her for you?”
“Marla stay away from her. She is pregnant with my child and I don't want her stressed out. Besides, I'm surprised she didn’t hit you last time she saw you, I would bet that the outcome would not be the same a second time around.”
“You have changed Rick. I don’t like this angry side of you.”
“You caused it. What do you want Marla? I’m working here.”
“Well you don’t return my phone calls Rick. How else am I supposed to talk to you?”
“You could take the hint and leave me be.”
Rick started to turn around and Marla stopped him.
“Do you want to get some lunch or something? We really didn’t get to catch up last time with all the commotion.”
Rick whipped around, his anger surprising even himself.
“Commotion? My fiancée left me and I was supposed to be married! Don’t you get it?”
Marla took a step back. She eyed him with concern and she looked like she really was sorry then. She tried to explain herself and after a time, Rick seemed to accept her apology. He would not agree to go out to eat with her, though he did promise to answer next time she called. They walked away on pretty good terms and though he was wishing it had been Meeka, at least he thought that part of the complication had been settled. He wouldn’t have to worry about Marla anymore.
Chapter 11
It was late a few nights later and Rick was awoken by his cell phone. He didn’t recognize the number and almost didn’t answer it. The sound continued to pierce the air and he finally pushed the green button.
“Hello?”
Rick could hear loud music on the other side of the phone and he grimaced when he heard her voice.
“Hey baby. I need you.”
“It’s the middle of the night Marla, call me in the morning.”
“No, Rick. I need you to come get me please. I’m drunk and I can’t find my car.”
Rick closed his eyes, but swung his legs out of the bed. He knew that he would have to help her, not wanting her bad decision to become something on his conscious if she did find her car.
“Fine Marla. Where are you?”
The slurring woman gave him the address and name of the bar. Rick told her that he would be there and to stay put.
“Whatever you do Marla, don’t get in your car.”
“I would if I could find the damn thing.”
Rick did not know how the hell she had lost her car, but he was soon wondering about it as he drove the twenty miles to pick her up. She was on the outskirts of the city that had torn them apart so many years before. Rick knew that she wanted something more than just a ride. Nothing had ever been simple with her and he couldn’t imagine that she was just the damsel in distress. She felt more like bait to a mouse trap that would soon be snapping around his neck. Rick could nonetheless not help her, so he did what he knew he must. He helped her.
Marla was standing outside a small bar in a bad part of town and Rick honked his horn to have her climb in. When she did, he noticed the heavy smell of rum on her breath, as well as the long, lean thighs her hiked up skirt showed. His blue eyes looked away, though he felt a familiar tightening in his loins. It had been too long since he had been with Meeka and his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. She smiled at him and he waited for her to get in with a feathery pink top.
“Thank you Rick. I didn’t know where I was going to stay tonight. My purse is in my wallet, in the trunk of my car.”
Rick pulled back from the smell of the liquor. It was strong and she giggled and moved closer.
“You said you needed a ride Marla, not somewhere to stay. Where have you been staying?”
“Mom and dad’s lately, but you know how they are about drinking. I would never hear the end of it and would probably have a reservation made at the closest rehab before I woke up. Come on, what is the big deal? You got that huge house all to yourself.”
“Yea because of you. Fine, just buckle up and try to sober up. You never were a good drunk.”
Marla could tell she was pushing him, so she smiled impishly and pulled the seatbelt around her chest, making sure the band fell between her large breasts. She put the seat down slightly and her legs opened and closed, fanning her heated core.
Rick tried to ignore her blatant attempts to seduce him. His cock hardened in his pants, but he kept his focus on the road. He felt her hand on his leg and as it moved closer to his excitement, he pushed her hand away.
“Stop Marla. I'm engaged and I'm not trying to jeopardize that anymore with you.”
Marla pouted and put her hand back, though the second time she did not play like she was being innocent. Her palm gripped and squeezed his hard, thick cock and moaned. The sound made him throb and jerk in her hand in response.
“Mmm, I miss that Rick. I miss you inside of me so deep. Don’t you miss that baby? Don’t you ever think about me, like I think about you?”
“Stop now.”
His voice was cold and Marla pulled her hand away.
“You cheated on me if I remember correctly and then insisted on moving with him to the city to “pursue your dreams. How did that work out for you?”
His bitterness surprised him. Rick had thought that he had gotten over her, yet to be honest she had broken his heart years before. She was the untouchable in college and a trophy when he had finally won her. He had even thought that he loved her, though now he knew that it had been more a lustful romp. Rick was devastated when he had walked in on one of his friends plowing her from behind and that is what made him feel so guilty about Meeka, even though it really wasn’t his fault. He knew how it felt to walk in on something like that and then to have your whole world crushed in an instance.
Rick’s cock started to lower with his thoughts and the pair was quiet for the rest of the thirty-minute ride back. She seemed subdued, though Rick doubted that he had gotten through to her. She was not dense or stupid, just singularly focused on her goals and Rick was presently one of them.
“You can sleep in the guest bedroom. The bed is all made up and the shower is down the hall if you want to clean yourself up. I will try to help you find your car tomorrow before work, okay?”
“Thanks Rick. You really are the best.”
The look in her eyes was disconcerting for him, but he tried to put his ill-ease thoughts out of his head. He was just being paranoid he figured. He had made himself clear and she knew where she stood with him, he was sure of it.
Chapter 11
Marla laid on the pillow-top mattress and stewed. Her plans to go home and get Rick back were not going as planned. He resisted her advances and it did more than hurt her ego. She really cared about Rick and she always had. He was the regret that she had carried with her. He had begged her to come home when she had first left. He had offered to forgive her for cheating, as long as she had come back.
She had been young and stupid, throwing his sensitivity back in his face and making him feel bad. Marla knew now that she was getting the karma for those decisions and she did not like the taste. What she had not been counting on was him being engaged and his fiancée being pregnant when she got back. Meeka was pretty and seemed nice, but Marla knew that she was the one that really belonged with him. They weren’t meant to be together, she was sure of it. Every time she had gotten out of another failed relationship, Marla had thought of Rick.
She looked around the room and noticed a picture of the woman on the mantle. There was also a picture of a smiling kid next to the couple. Marla’s brow raised, further shocked that he was planning to stepfather a child that was clearly not his. She didn’t understand how the two met or how the woman was somehow winning the man of her dreams. There was always one thing that Marla was good at and when in doubt, she always went back to basics.
Marla stripped down to just her panties and bra, thankful that she had worn a cute matching set before she went out. She hadn’t planned to come over to his house, but once she realized she needed help, Rick was naturally the first person that she had thought of. As she had waited for him to come get her, the plan of him taking her home had come to mind, though it had ended differently than she had envisioned it in her head.
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