Elle turned around and bent over the couch. She turned her head back to look for him, as he lined his cock up with her entrance. As he pressed his hips forward, they both groaned at the sensation.
Trying to press herself back against him now, Elle moaned, “I need you to fill me up.”
On the edge of control he slowly said, “Fuck. You’re so tight, Elle.”
“Stop teasing me. I need you to fuck me. Hard,” Elle said.
On a moan, Jim thrust into her until he was fully buried then, gripping her hips, began to slam into her at a punishing pace. She began to whimper and press herself back against him with each stroke.
Reaching forward with one hand, he gripped the hair at the nape of her neck and said, “Fuck. I can feel you coming on my cock.”
Elle said, “Oh fuck. Like that,” as she cried out in release.
He continued to fuck her rapidly until he felt her body go limp with the last of her release. He stilled against her, her pussy clenching around his still erect cock. She let out a whimper of protest.
Panting, Jim said, “Uh-uh. We’re not done yet. Let’s take this back to your bedroom though.”
They both stumbled on weak legs back to her bedroom. She looked at him and said, “Here. Let me,” as she pressed him back against the bed until he lay down.
Climbing on top of him, she immediately sank down onto his cock with a groan. He reached up and cupped her breasts through her bra, and said, “This needs to come off.”
When she leaned forward, he reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra. As she levered herself back up and slid off the bra, Jim groaned. “Bring those back down here.”
Elle leaned down and worked her hips against his as he brought one tight peak to his lips. Flicking his tongue against his, he felt it pebble even further. Moving his mouth to the other breast he sucked it into his mouth and grazed his teeth against it.
Feeling her increase the speed of her hips, he reached back and slapped his hand against her ass. Her hips snapped forward on a cry.
“Oh god,” she said as she rotated her hips against his. “Do that again.”
On a groan, he continued to slap his hand against her ass, alternating both the location and force of the blows until he felt her clench around his cock like a vise. When she froze above him, rolling her hips, he flipped her so she lay beneath him. He continued to thrust into her so roughly now that the room was filled with the slapping noise of skin against skin.
When she dug her nails into his shoulders and raked them down his back, he lost it. Luckily, on a scream, she shattered around him a moment later. He slammed his pelvis against hers one last time, groaning her name as he emptied himself into the condom.
He pulled out of her and flopped down next to her on the bed. She rolled over and began pressing kisses against his jaw and mouth. Realizing he needed to get rid of the condom, he panted, “Hold that thought.”
By the time he had come back from cleaning up and getting rid of the condom, she had removed her garters, stockings, and shoes. She lay on the bed now, eyes closed, looking utterly spent. When she heard him open the bathroom door, her eyes slowly opened as she said, “You owe me new panties, Jim.”
He gave her a smug grin and said, “I do.”
Chapter Thirteen
Three weeks later, Elle stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand. Yep. It still had two very clearly visible blue lines. No longer in denial, she tossed the third test into trash and moved to the bedroom. Sinking down on her bed, she put her head in her hands and said, “Shit.”
She was having a baby. She was going to be a mother. Was she ready for that?
What the fuck? They had used protection every single time they slept together. But she was still going to have a baby.
Dread filled her as she thought about having to tell Jim. They had plans in a couple of hours, so she’d see him soon. What would she even say? How exactly did you break it to your boyfriend of three weeks that you were having his baby?
“Oh hey. You know how we talked about having a kid? Wait. We didn’t? Too late!”
Groaning, she pressed her hands against her eyes. Shit. She’d just settled into her new job at Edible Innovations. She had a good relationship with a great guy. Her life was coming together just in time for it to fall apart.
What if he didn’t want to be a father? They had only started dating a little less than a month ago. Doing the math, she realized, she must have gotten pregnant the first time they had sex. Maybe the second time.
Picking up her phone, she texted him and asked him to come over. She was supposed to meet him at his place but she had a pounding headache, and she was a little bit nauseous.
A few minutes later he responded asking if everything was okay. She quickly responded telling him she had a headache. Technically that was true. It wasn’t as if she could text h