My Fake Fiance's Secret Baby - Page 20

He tried to pull out, but I locked my legs around him, wanting to feel his thick cock inside me as I came. Not to mention the warm rush of his cum. It felt good in my mouth, but I wanted to feel it again in my pussy. Chris didn’t know I was already pregnant, so there was no real risk in doing it, but I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time. He held me close and kissed me all over as I trembled under him, his massive cock still buried deep inside me.

When I finally released him, Chris eased out of me, slipping his fingers where his cock had been as a place holder. He offered me his cock again, which I took with gusto, sucking for all that I was worth, bringing up another flood of sweet cum straight into my mouth.

Finally finished, Chris tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up, kissing me gently as he did so. Exhausted, I collapsed back on the bed and Chris covered me with the blanket as though tucking me in to go to sleep.

No sooner was I snuggled up warm than the bedroom door unlocked from the outside and started to open.

“The fuck are you doing in here?” Ellis demanded.

“What do you think? Take your time, you’ll work it out.”

“Get the fuck out of here, asshole. This is my room.”

“Didn’t see your name on the door,” Chris snapped, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Diane meant it for me, so Shae and I could be together. She is my wife, after all.”

“Diane is your wife too? Wow, I didn’t know polygamy was legal here.”

“Shut up, smart ass! You know I was talking about Shae! She is my wife! We are supposed to share this room.”

“Not according to the divorce papers. I’m not sharing anything with you!” I shouted, suddenly recovered by the power of rage.

“Shae, come on, honey.”

“Don’t you dare ‘honey’ me you piece of shit!”

“But I love you,” Ellis protested, putting on his charming man impression.

“You loved abusing me. Find somewhere else to keep your crap. Or, better yet, fuck off entirely.”

I had dealt with Ellis’ bullshit too many times not to see through him. He was trying to charm his way back into my life like he had when I was twenty-five. The difference was by this time, I had the memories to remind me of what he was really like.

Finally, Ellis stormed off, slamming the door behind him so hard the windows rattled. Chris got up as soon as he was gone, redoing the lock and sliding pennies into the corners.

“What are you doing?”

“Penny locks. I should have taken the key so he can’t try it again.”

“I don’t think he will,” I said.

“No?”

“No, you handled it beautifully, thank you.”

“Anytime,” he said, sitting back on the bed and kissing me.

“You really weren’t scared, were you?”

“Not at all. I could drop him in two moves though it is unlikely to come to that. Besides which anyone with a brain can see that you’re totally over Ellis.”

“Everybody but my parents.”

“I think I might have just implied your parents don’t have brains,” Chris said, sounding genuinely dismayed.

“It’s fine, babe. I mean, they do have brains but also have blinders on when it comes to Ellis.”

Chapter Ten

Chris

I wasn’t quite sure what to wear. The setting was country, but the overall feeling from the family was pretty damn rich and preppy. In the end, I decided to go country club with a pair of khakis and a polo shirt.

“Lookin’ good,” Shae said, coming back from the bathroom, which was out in the central area of the house.

“Thanks, I wasn’t sure about, you know the right note.”

“Interesting metaphor,” Shae said with a good-natured smirk.

“Ah, yes, point taken. Still, though, if I can’t fit in with my family, I might as well try and fit in with yours.”

“Interesting theory.” She raised her eyebrows at me, looking doubtful.

Aden and Camilla showed up just in time for dinner, which was both big and casual. There were place settings but set on a cluster of picnic tables around the lake. There were several folding tables lined up near the house set with various serving containers of picnic-style food. However, all the food had a fancy twist. It really was impressive what could be done with a grilled cheese sandwich with a bit of skill and imagination.

“Shall we stake out a table, sugar plum?” I asked, just loud enough to be heard by most people in the immediate area, including Diane and Ellis.

“Of course, babe,” Shae said, doing the same.

We got a good table right between the food table and the lake, giving a good view of both. We left our jackets, and Shae went so far as to literally write our names on the tabletop with a sharpie, so no one could pull the ‘don’t see your name on it’ trick.

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