by Parker, Ali
“Damn it!” I roared, wanting to shred the damn thing.
I heard her giggle softly, inciting my lust even more. The woman had no clue what she was doing to me. She didn’t realize I was on the brink of losing all control. I yanked again, her body jerking with my efforts.
Another soft laugh. She was playing with me. What the fuck was wrong with the damn thing? I growled low in my throat before flipping her body over. Straps crisscrossed over her back. That was my way in. My eyes roamed lower and stared at the thong that exposed her ass. I reached out, slapping her with my open palm, smiling when I heard her scream out in ecstasy.
She liked to tease me?
I managed to get the damn thing off her, but I didn’t let her roll to her back, not yet. I was going to tease her. She was going to soak the blankets she was lying on before I ever gave her my dick. One of my hands splayed across her now bare ass as I held her against the bed, my other hand pushing her legs open. I could hear her panting and gasping. She was excited. Aroused. Begging for my touch.
I wouldn’t give it to her. Not yet. I wanted to hear her beg. I wanted her to be sorry for teasing me, denying me the pleasure of her body for too long.
She tried to arch her ass into the air. I pushed her hips down. “No,” I demanded.
“Grayson.” Her voice floated through the room.
I smiled as my fingers brushed over her wet pussy lips. I felt her begging. Her body squirmed under my hand. I applied more pressure, demanding she stilled herself, which she complied. I watched her hands move to either side of her head, balling into little fists. It was then I gave her the first taste of what I had to offer. I slid the tip of my index finger inside her tight pussy, just a fraction of an inch.
She moaned and tried to move, to suck my finger deep inside her body. I wouldn’t let her move. I was in control. She would get only what I decided to give. I tickled her pussy with the tip of my finger, listening to her keening as she begged for more.
I pushed a little deeper, and then deeper still, letting my knuckles press against her. She tried to writhe, tried to ride my finger.
“No!” I shouted forcefully.
The woman came. Her ass muscles clenched under my hand as I held her body still, my finger unmoving deep inside her body as she clamped down on me. When I felt the spasms slowly subside, I rather ungraciously pulled my finger out, and flipped her body over. The lacy garment discarded on the bed. I looked down and saw her pussy glistening with the juices so recently spilled.
I grabbed her ankles, bending her knees before spreading her wide. I wanted total access to that sweet pussy while I feasted upon her. I looked up at her, saw the heat and lust in her eyes, and I knew what she wanted. She stared between my legs, my heavy cock jutting out.
“This?” I asked, grabbing myself and slowly stroking.
She nodded. “Yes. I need you, Grayson. Please fuck me, please,” she begged.
Begging looked good on her, but I knew my face would look better. I released my cock and dove between her legs, face-first.
She screamed at the onslaught of my tongue, lapping and sucking at her as if I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I couldn’t get enough. I was probably being too aggressive, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was so sweet. So good. So mine. I lapped and sucked her clit between my teeth before pushing my tongue inside her. Her sweet pussy erupted in my mouth. Her body involuntary arching and pushing her pussy hard against my face. I pushed back, giving her the force and pressure she was crying out for.
When I’d had my fill, I stood up, staring down at the woman with her legs bent and spread wide, her chest heaving, her breasts spilling to the side. My God, she was the most beautiful creature on the planet—and she was mine. I had to make her understand. I had to prove to her I would never let her go. I had to fuck her into submission.
I mounted her, like an animal in rut, my dick sliding through the wet folds as I impaled her hard and fast, thrusting so hard her body slid across the bed. I heard her screaming my name, begging me to fuck her harder. I pounded myself into her until we were both crashing to the floor. I quickly found her body in the tangle of blankets, rolled to my back, and pulled her over me. I couldn’t stop. My hips were bouncing up and down as she rode me.
It wasn’t enough. I rolled again, taking over the speed and pounding into her body, my knees buried in the thick carpeting on my bedroom floor. Everything blurred as I lost myself inside her body. Her nails were digging into my back in the sweetest mixture of pain and pleasure, demanding I pushed on. I rutted like a jackrabbit, moving so fast there was no rhyme or reason as my body pummeled her like a speeding freight train.
“Grayson!” she screamed so loud I felt like my ear drums would shatter.
It was the sound of my own shouting I heard. It was my body exploding deep inside hers, white-hot lightning bursting through my body as I gave her the ride of her life, unable to stop pummeling her pussy. I felt possessed, as if I had no control over my body’s demands. I couldn’t get deep enough, I couldn’t stop pushing her higher, her screams filling my ears and my brain. I was so close to fulfillment. I wanted more. My body demanded more. I couldn’t get enough. So close and yet so far away.
“Oh shit!” I said, sitting up in bed, the tent in the sheet evidence of my erotic dream.
I flopped back against the pillows, my heart still pounding in my chest. My dick was so damn hard it hurt. I reached under the blankets, soothing my aching cock. It’d been a long time since I had such an explicit, specific erotic dream. My body was having serious withdrawals from Hannah. I needed her.
I wasn’t sure how I could possibly get out of bed with the erection between my legs. My dick and balls were painfully swollen, needing a release. I could give myself some attention, but it wouldn’t have the same effect. I would only be hard and aching a short time later. Hannah was the only cure for what ailed me.
It was then the realization of what had happened the other day slammed into me. I may never have the pleasure of Hannah’s body again. She had been furious with me. She’d literally kicked me out of her house, slamming her feet against me as she pushed me away from her.
I knew I said the wrong thing. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. That little niggle of doubt always seemed to be present. Demanding I feed it with more nonsense and shit that was most likely not true. The rational side of me knew it was likely nothing more than a bunch of shit in my head, but that other side of me was far more powerful.
I had fucked up. I knew it and now it was time to decide if I admitted my mistake and begged her to forgive me or move on. I had the divorce papers. I could sign them and put the whole thing behind me. I didn’t have to stay in this limbo. Hannah would be better off without me and so would the kid. I was not going to make a good father. I was a shitty husband. I hadn’t even tried. I didn’t care enough to try, which was wrong. She deserved someone who could be the man I pretended to be to get her to marry me.
Thinking about my mistakes was enough to lose the erection. I tossed the blankets off and stomped to the bathroom for a cold shower. I had a decision to make. I just didn’t know how to make it. Nothing felt right.
Chapter 64
Hannah
I woke up, taking slow deep breaths, testing my body’s response to me being awake. Was today the day? I waited for that familiar feeling of nausea. Every morning I woke up, wondering if it would be the day the morning sickness finally subsided. My doctor assured me it was perfectly normal to have morning sickness well into the second trimester and even throughout the entire pregnancy. I wasn’t so sure that was all that assuring.
With another deep breath and no need to rush for the bathroom, I made my first move, rolling to my side. Could it be I was going to get through the day without hanging my head over the toilet? I sat up, looking forward to a puke-free day and slid my feet into my slippers before making the big move to stand.
“Oh no.” I groaned, when that first little tremble of ick stirred up in my belly.
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br /> I sucked in a few deep breaths, hoping like hell I could make it go away. Not a chance. I made my usual quick dash to the bathroom and took care of business. Once finished, I showered and then drank my first glass of water.
“Three more to go,” I mumbled, not appreciating the way the water was sitting in my stomach.
I managed to keep it down until it was time to go. Amber was picking me up. The woman had been a damn saint as of late and I knew I owed her a lot. I climbed in her car, finding her smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.
“I’m so excited!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“Me too,” I said, feeling more nervous than excited.
I was sitting in the waiting room of the medical office where I was going to get to see my baby for the first time. It was my first ultrasound. I had to pee like nobody’s business and was feeling very uncomfortable.
“Relax,” Amber said from beside me.
“I’m trying, but I have to pee,” I hissed.
“It shouldn’t be much longer,” she promised.
I rolled my eyes. She had been saying that for the last fifteen minutes. “They know I’m pregnant, right? Pregnant women and a full bladder don’t mix. I’m going to die if they don’t hurry.”
“If they don’t call you back in the next five minutes, I’ll go ask them what’s taking so long,” she assured me.
I nodded. “Okay. You better or I’m going pee and they can figure out how to find the baby without a full bladder,” I groused.
It was two minutes later when I finally heard my name. I practically jumped up and ran to where the nurse was waiting for me. She led us back into the room and five minutes later, I was on a table with a cold jelly spread across my belly.
“You can breathe,” the tech teased.
I let out the breath I had been holding. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Relax. This doesn’t hurt. It’s easy and quick.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
She ran the wand over my swollen belly, stopping and turning up the sound. “That’s your baby’s heartbeat.”
I looked up at Amber with tears in my eyes as my baby’s steady heart beat strongly. “How is he or she? Can you see what it is yet?”
She ran the wand around, clicking the keyboard and taking pictures. An image of a little, slightly deformed face appeared on the screen. “I can’t see between the legs, but how is this portrait?” she said with a smile.
I was in awe. I was staring at my unborn child’s face. All I could really make out were cheeks, lips and what appeared to be eye sockets. She pointed out the arms and legs as she moved the wand.
“Look at that! You have a baby in your belly!” Amber exclaimed as if she hadn’t believed I was pregnant and was just getting confirmation.
I laughed. “Does he look like me?” I joked.
The tech laughed. Amber was holding my hand, squeezing it now and then with excitement.
“I can’t believe you are pregnant!”
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. “You thought I would make something like that up?”
“No, but, I don’t know, I cannot believe there is a real human inside of you! Look, he’s waving!”
The tech laughed at Amber’s enthusiasm. “Five fingers there. All good.”
I watched the baby float and stretch its legs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I could have watched him or her in there all day. My earlier discomfort was forgotten as I stared at what Grayson and I created.
The tech quickly finished the exam before exiting the room with the promise to be right back. I cleaned up my belly and pulled my shirt down, waiting for her to return.
“That was awesome,” Amber said with awe.
“It was. I cannot believe technology these days. It is crazy!”
“Thank you for letting me be here. You’re giving me a little babyitis, though, which could be dangerous.”
I giggled. “While I really loved seeing my baby, I have to tell you I don’t love the vomiting. If you need a deterrent, focus on the vomiting.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I don’t want to do that.”
The tech returned. “Everything looks great, you’re measuring right on target. You’re a lucky woman. You’re barely showing. A lot of women would envy you.”
“Is that okay? I mean, should I be bigger?”
The tech shrugged. “Your doctor will go over any questions you may have. Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen women at full-term who looked like they ate a burrito the night before. Every woman’s body is different.”
“Everything is where it’s supposed to be?” I asked nervously.
She laughed. “It sure is. Here are a few pictures for you to take,” she said handing me a few printouts.
I took the pictures, staring into my baby’s face. I felt so much love for the little alien-looking creature in my belly. The head looked huge, but I had done the research and knew that was normal. As I stared at the baby, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I couldn’t keep this from Grayson. It wasn’t right. I wanted to share it with him, even if he doubted it was his child. I knew without a doubt it was. One day he would know the truth and I wanted him to have this first glimpse of the child he helped create.
The earlier elation was waning as the gravity of the situation weighed heavy on my shoulders. Amber was an excellent friend and I appreciated her being by my side, but I couldn’t ignore the longing I felt to have Grayson being the one holding my hand and getting to listen to the heartbeat with me.
As we were walking out of the room, Amber stopped me. “Are you okay?” she whispered.
“I am.”
She shook her head. “Uh-uh. Something is up. What is it?”
I didn’t want to tell her what was on my mind. I knew she was not Grayson’s biggest fan.
“Um, instead of taking me home, can you take me by Grayson’s office?” I asked.
She didn’t answer me until we were outside and making our way to the parking lot. I could tell something was wrong. I got in her car and waited for the lecture she was sure to give me.
“Hannah, I think you should hold off on seeing Grayson. I know this is exciting and you want to share it with him, but maybe it’s better to wait a bit,” she said gently.
“What? Why? This is his baby. He has a right to know. Waiting defeats the purpose, especially if you’re saying I should wait until the child is born,” I protested.
“You’ve been doing so well the past couple weeks. I’ve not seen you cry. You’re more upbeat and more like your old self.”
“I only want to give him the picture,” I insisted.
She smiled. “You could mail it, take a picture of it and send it via text or email. You were so broken for so long. You heal and then you see him, then he breaks you all over again. Don’t do that to yourself again.”
I let out a long sigh. “I know you’re right, but I want to share this with him.”
“How about you go home and think on it? Right now, you’re riding high with the excitement of seeing your baby. Why don’t we go get some lunch or we could do some shopping?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not up for either. I think I’ll just go home,” I muttered.
“Don’t be mad. I’m only looking out for you. You were in such bad shape those first couple weeks after the last episode. I don’t want you to go through that again. You’ve been making progress in the lab and have something to focus on. I don’t want him to send you for a loop again.”
“I know. You’re right. It’s not like he would have changed in the past few weeks. He would have called and tried to make things right. He doesn’t believe this is his baby, and I don’t have the energy to convince him otherwise. It’s a waste of time,” I agreed.
“I’m excited I got to see your baby. I cannot wait to meet your little bundle of joy. He or she is already proving to be stubborn. What kind of baby doesn’t open its legs during an ultrasound? Seriously, kid?” she teased.<
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I knew it was her way of changing the subject. I had been working hard to get my mind off Grayson. I couldn’t slide back into that pit of depression again. I would take her lead and pretend the child was a product of an immaculate conception.
I forced a laugh. “She’s got to be a girl. A girl would be more private than a boy who would be all about showing his stuff off.”
“I’m going to agree with you. We’re having a girl,” she said proudly.
As she drove me home, I stared out the window, not wanting to talk about any of it anymore. I could feel my emotions stirring up and didn’t want to start bawling. She pulled in front of my building, offering to come up, but I declined. I wanted to be alone. I knew there were going to be many more of these episodes. When I felt the baby kick last week, I wanted to call Grayson and share my joy. I couldn’t. It had only been a flutter, but it was the baby. I knew there was going to be many more firsts I would be tempted to share with him. I couldn’t. I thought about the labor and delivery and was instantly sad.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to hang out?” she asked again.
I shook my head. “No, you better go to work. I’ve monopolized too much of your time. Thank you so much for going with me.”
“You know I don’t mind. It was thrilling”
I chuckled. “I know, but I’m sure the company would appreciate you being there.”
“I can’t wait to tell people about the baby.”
I shook my head. “Not yet. This is my secret. I don’t want the world knowing just yet.”
“You know there are a lot of people at the office who are loyal to you. They’re going to be thrilled. I want to throw a baby shower for you,” she insisted.
“I’ll think about it. For now, this is between you and me.”
“Fine. I’ll call you when I’m off. Maybe I can bring dinner over.”