All these months later, and I’m still in awe of his beauty. His body is sculpted perfection, hard yet silky smooth. I can’t help but stare at the virile organ between his muscular thighs. It’s long and so very thick. Even from my position on the bed, I can clearly see the throbbing veins in his proud flesh. Sandman has the powerto give me immeasurable pleasure or the worst kind of pain. It depends on how he chooses to wield what he was blessed with.
I shake my head. “No, you can’t force me. Not while I’m pregnant.”
“Sweet Zilphia, you’re about to see just how wrong you are,” he hisses and begins tearing at my dress.
“No!” I scream, trying my hardest to fight him.
I kick, scratch, and punch with everything I have, but he’s too damn strong. Even with my big belly, he still outweighs me by at least fifty pounds. He effortlessly rips my dress, bra, and panties from my body, leaving me bleeding where the fabric dug into my skin. He locks his big hands around my ankles and spreads my legs apart, exposing me to his wild gaze. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Mine,” he proclaims, yanking my legs over his shoulders. “All mine.”
“Let me go!” I yell, tears of frustration burning my eyes.
In a last-ditch attempt to escape, I throw myself onto my side and reach for the lamp on the nightstand. Victory is at my fingertips, but he flips me onto my back and slams into my pussy, rocking his hips until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Fuck yes,” he rasps, his handsome features twisting with unadulterated rapture.
He won. He always does. I turn my head, tears slipping from my eyes.
“Fighting is pointless, Zilphia.” He bands his forearms across the area just below my knees, holding me tight against his chest. “And so are your tears.”
He pounds into me without an ounce of humanity. I place a hand on his abdomen and clasp his thigh with the other, anchoring myself against his assault. Each thrust reverberates through my entire being, hitting every erogenous zone inside my warm depths and shaking me to my very marrow.
Throbbing pressure explodes between my thighs and spirals outward, making me dizzy with pleasure. A throaty moan sweepspast my lips as my wet passage clenches around Sandman’s length, sending him into a primal frenzy. He looks like his club’s namesake towering above me, plunging in and out of my pussy, whisps of his blond mane clinging to his sweaty face.
“So goddamn good,” he praises, then licks along the bottom of my left foot before sucking each toe into his hungry mouth.
My back arches off the bed.I’m so close.“Oh God, I feel it. I feel it, Sandman.”
“That’s right, sweet Zilphia,” he groans between open-mouthed kisses on my foot. “Come for me. Fuck, so good. I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy up.”
“Oh God!” I cry out, squirting all over his dick, soaking the sheets beneath my undulating body. “Yes, yes, yes!” I claw my fingernails into his golden skin, my legs shaking violently.
“Zilphia!” he shouts, driving into me so hard my body lifts off the bed. His cum floods my pussy, spilling from my spasming walls and trickling down to my ass. “Good girl. Grip my cock just like that. Fuck.” He gives one final bone-jarring thrust before slipping from my sore pussy and resting his head on my round belly.
One of the little humans in my womb does a somersault, or at least what feels like a somersault, and Sandman pops his head up, a genuine smile stretching his lips. I’ve never seen him smile like this before. He already loves them unconditionally. Will he ever love me? To be loved by him must be a powerful thing, ten times more powerful than his hate.
“Having fun in there?” he says, peppering kisses along my swollen midsection.
A knock sounds at the door. “Sandman, you in there?”
“What the fuck do you want, Cricket?” he growls, looking back at the door. “I’m busy.”
“Zilphia has a visitor.”
Sandman turns his narrowed gaze on me. “Expecting someone?”
“No,” I frown, clueless about who it could be. Besides my two best friends, I didn’t invite anyone else.
Sandman saunters to the door without bothering to cover up his nakedness and jerks it open. “Who is it?”
“Zilphia’s mother.”
Sandman nods and closes the door, then turns to face me.
“I haven’t spoken to her since she left.” I can’t believe she has the audacity to show up here after all the chaos she caused.
He grabs my duffel bag off the dresser and tosses it on the bed. “Get dressed.”
