“Fuck, Gwen,” he groans against my lips. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck yes, circle the tip. Good girl, keep going. God, don’t fucking stop.”
His hands grab my thighs, and he hoists me up in the air. Turning, he pins me against the wall. I slowly roll my palm around his crown. He holds my stare as he lowers me onto his length. He waits until I am fully filled with his cock before he leans forward and takes my bottom lip between his teeth.
He holds us there as he nibbles my lip, then quickly licks away the sting. Our breathing synced, he thrusts quickly up inside me, hitting a spot so deep and perfect I almost climax. Rubbing his pelvis against my swollen clit. I grip his arms and rotate my hips.
“Rex,” I whimper as he thrusts inside me harder. Faster. “Fuck, Rex, I’m about to cum.”
His punishing rhythm increases as he lowers his face to the crook in my neck and picks up his pace. My eyes roll back, my head falls against the wall, and my body braces to take each delicious thrust.
“Does that feel good, Sweetheart,” he growls. I respond only with a whimper. “Tell me how bad you’ve needed me to fuck you, Gwen. Tell me how bad you needed my dick inside you.” I groan as his head lifts. “Look at me, Gwen,” he demands. I struggle at first, lost in the sensation, but eventually open my eyes. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum, sweetheart. So you finally understand, finally see, we were never a fucking mistake.”
My eyes widen. His dirty mouth and the way he knows how to use it are my undoing. He leans back, holds me against the wall, and pushes his length inside me deeper than before as he rubs on my clit and licks his lips.
“I want to feel your cum running down my cock, sweetheart,” he growls, never taking his eyes off mine. “Do you feel how hard I am for you, Gwen? Do you feel what your sweet little pussy does to me?”
My walls tighten.
“Cum for me, Gwen,” he demands.
The last thing I see is his smile as my eyes flutter closed, my toes curl, and my screams fill the room.
“Fuck yes,” he grits out as my orgasm continues to climb, my eyes open and find his. A determined look fills his gaze as he starts to chase his release.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he says as he thrusts harder and faster, pounding me against the wall.
His head falls forward as he races to his finish. I grab him around the neck, my fingers dig into his back as another orgasm hits. Finally, Rex’s moans fill the room around us as he empties himself deep inside me. I continue to ride out my second high, rubbing my clit greedily against his pelvis. He grabs my throat and pins me back against the wall. Keeping a light grip on my neck, his movements slow, but he circles my clit with his thumb as he holds me hostage and my climax continues to milk every last drop from both of us. My breathing eases back to normal, but our hearts continue to race as we come down from heaven.
He holds me still against the wall, his eyes find mine, and we sit in silence. Peace floats through the air around us. A high neither of us expected. Tenderly, he releases his hold on my neck, kisses my lips and slowly lowers me to the ground.
When I come to standing, we smile at one another. A soft knowing is exchanged between us. The knowledge of what just happened and how much it meant. Kissing the tip of my nose, he surprises me when he swoops me up in his arms and carries me down the hallway.
Laughing, I say, “Where are you taking me, Roberts?”
He smiles, setting me down in the hallway between the bathroom and bedroom.
“Well, first,” he says, backing me into the bathroom. “I’m going to clean you up.”
He reaches behind me and turns on the shower.
“Then,” he says, flinging my hair off my shoulder before grabbing it in his fist and pulling me towards him. “I’m going to take you to bed because we’re only just getting started. And this time, I’m never letting go.”
15
Gwen
10 years ago
My hands clench the stick in my hand until my knuckles turn white. In disbelief, I stare down at my future, and my head goes dizzy.
Pregnant? I can’t be. What the hell am I going to do? I’m only 17.
Chills run up my spine as I think about getting sick again in the toilet. I knew something was up when I hadn’t gotten my period in two weeks, maybe three. Who knows how long. Actually, I’m always off. But pregnant? Me? Tears fill my eyes. What do I do now?
I know what I am going to do. I am going to keep this little blessing. My hand instinctively goes to my tummy. I look down as I rub my belly, and the tears flow harder. Laughing to myself, I think, how long will it take before I get fat? Before I can proudly walk around with a baby bump and show off the fact that… I’m 17 and pregnant.
Uncontrollable sobs burst free from my chest. I’m 17 and pregnant! What the fuck am I thinking? How the hell did this happen? Oh, I know how it happened. But what am I supposed to tell my parents? My sister? Rex. Oh shit, what the hell am I supposed to tell Rex?
A knock comes on the bathroom door, and I hear my sister’s voice through the crack. “Gwen? Are you okay? I thought I heard crying?”
