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“Oh, fuck!” the pretty boy shouts behind you as he pounds into you. His hips ruthlessly pound into your ass, racing for his own release as the euphoria from your own orgasm washes over you. “Going to feel you up kitten. Fuck, you’re milking my cock so good,” his filthy praises continue, and you can feel more sweet heat fill in your stomach.
“Ran, please,” your voice pants, needing his cock to hit that delectable spongy spot. Shifting his angle his tip coasts over your g spot, and out of nowhere you hit your high again, screaming out his name, until you feel his own release fill your cunt. His hot sticky seed, leaking down your thighs.
“Shit, that was amazing,” his voice whispers, laying his toned body on your back.
“It was. Now, get off. I got to go.”
“Seriously, going to run off to your perfect curated life, huh? You don’t even want to attempt to try anything real with me,” even though his pompous voice chastises you, he does roll off your body. His deep blue eyes watch your naked body walk into the bathroom, cleaning his spend out of yourself, and bird bathing off your sticky skin.
Walking back in his bedroom you see him pout over at you. Leaning down you give him a quick peck on his lips, “Aw, is Ransom Drysdale jealous? Baby, I told you this was going to be nothing but sex. Now, be a good boy, and quit your whining.”
Dressing yourself, you look over at the place you always lay your ring. The dresser is empty of the simple solitaire diamond. “Ransom,” your voice quiet, but he can tell by your tone that you’re serious.
“What?” he smirks over at your, still lying flat on his back. His naked, marble statue of a body still on display.
“You know what. Now where is it?”
“Who’s the one pouting now? Why is it that you take it off anyway? You ashamed that you’re screaming out my name, and then going home to your perfect fiancé?”
“’M not pouting. I’m pissed, where is it?”
He stands, holding a velvet box, opening it to show you an even bigger diamond. “I can get you bigger.”
“I don’t come over here for bigger diamonds. I come over here for good sex. Now where is it? He’ll be landing shortly.”
Ransom glares at you. Slamming that small box harshly, and then pulls open a drawer, handing you the small diamond you’ve become very fond of. Sliding it on your finger, you admire the way it looks on your finger. “You’re disgusting. Maybe I should just tell him his fiancé is a cheating slut.”
“I’ll deny it. And who do you think he’ll believe? Me, his fiancé, or you, the spoiled brat who he’s had to get off how many times?” his body sits back on the messed-up bed, arms crossed. “Maybe it’s time we end this, Ran. Your feelings are getting involved.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t you fucking act like you don’t enjoy our dirty fucking.”
“I do. The problem is, you’re enjoying more than my pussy. You want to watch movies, and eat dinner. You’re getting emotions, Hugh,” you wink at him. “Don’t cause too many problems. I’ll be in touch,” you give him the kindness of giving him another filthy kiss before walking out to go pick up the “perfect” fiancé, knowing that it is time that you end things with Ransom. Things are getting messy, and you never wanted anything serious with him. You just know how to appreciate someone who has always been the best lay of your life.
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Smoothing out the black chiffon of your cocktail dress, looking at the way the diamond of your ring shimmers against the dark material, and the tiniest bit of shame, of whose bed you were in while he was away on a business trip. Andy’s thick fingers wrap around your waist, peering up at you through the mirror. His bright blue eyes nearly glittering when he smiles at you.
“I missed you so much, honey,” his fingers graze along the black lace of the top of your dress. “Do we even have to go to this party?”
“You mean the dinner party you decided we needed to go to?” you turn finally looking at him, instead of his beautiful reflection. Your fingers pet along his fluffy beard, sliding down his neck, to pull him into a sweet kiss. “I’ll take care of you when we get back home,” your voice whispers against his lips. Andy growls on your mouth, before peppering open mouth kisses down your neck.
“Fine, you’ve convinced me,” it never takes much to convince Andy Barber. If he’s committed to doing something, he always follows through. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if this ongoing affair with one of his clients is because you feel that no matter what, Andy will still marry you.
Walking into the dinner party full of Boston’s elite, you can’t help but immediately notice Ransom. You face turns straight to Andy, “I’m going to get us something to drink, okay?” he gives you a peck on your lips, nodding his head.
Your eyes look at anywhere but Ransom, refusing to give him any knowledge, not with Andy in the same room. You finally catch site of the waiter carrying a tray of champagne, scooping two up, when Ransom’s dark blue eyes finally find yours. Awkwardly you turn to find Andy. Nearly running away from Ransom’s quickly approaching legs.
Finding yourself next to Andy again, handing him a flute of champagne before bringing him down to your lips. “Can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” he speaks softly in your ear, sending a chill up your spine, and when you pull apart, Ransom is right in front of you. Your body stiffens, Ransom is without a doubt a brat. You left him not getting his way, so you’re unsure of what he’s going to do.
“Barber,” he extends his hand for Andy. “Mrs. Barber, I presume?” he asks almost sarcastically.
“Not yet. Ransom, this is my fiancé, Y/N,” he quickly kisses your temple, and you extend a clammy hand to Ransom. Noticing how uncomfortable you are he gives you a smug smile, quickly looking back to Andy, and you swallow deeply, bringing yourself even closer to Andy.
“So, Barber, how was your trip?” oh shit. Why would Ransom even know that Andy was gone? Every part of you is screaming to stay calm, but honestly you want to punish him for his question.
And nothing gets passed Andy, “How did you know I was on a trip?” you vow that regardless of how amazing sex with Ransom, it’s done. You don’t want anything to jeopardize anything with Andy.
“I called your office. I had a question.”
“I didn’t get any messages,” Andy tightens his hand that rests around your waist.
“It wasn’t important so I didn’t leave one. I’ll get back with you when you return to the office Monday. Anyway, have a great evening,” Ransom walks away, but not before winking quickly at you. The motion goes unnoticed by Andy.
Everything throughout the evening goes well, excusing yourself from Andy’s side you go to freshen up, deciding it’s time to leave. Ransom’s eyes constantly find yours throughout the evening. When you walk out of the bathroom Ransom corners you.
“Get off of me, Hugh,” your voice a whisper yell, looking over to Andy who is in a deep conversation with someone.
“Don’t call me that. You come here flaunting yourself in this dress,” Ransom’s thick fingers rub up your thigh, going around to cup the globes of your ass. He pushes you further into a corner, away from prying eyes. His hand wanders under your dress, and you contemplate whether you want to allow him these explorations, or if you want to make him stop, your eyes straining to look over at Andy.
“You know what you’re doing to me. Keeping yourself locked on his arm,” when his hand finally makes contact with the barely there panties, proud of the arousal that drenches the lace. “I doubt that boring Andy Barber did this to you. He may be giving you his last name, but no one gives you cock like I do,” you try to unravel away from Ransom. Needing to get back into Andy’s arm. “You can say what you want, but this cunt, pretty sure I own this.”
“Ransom!” you grunt, watching as Andy glances around the room looking for you. Your eyes never meet back to the man in front of you. “Please, let me go. I will be in contact, now quit being a brat, when my future husband is present. Down boy,” your voice feigning a lot more confidence than you feel as Andy walks closer to you, now that he’s spotted you. His brows burrowed at Ransom who has you blocked in.
“Don’t deny me that cunt, kitten,” he warns as he walks away.
“What was that about?” Andy asks as soon as he reaches your side.
“I’m not sure. He was talking a bit out of his mind.”
“Ransom is a bit full of himself. I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you all night.”
“Hmm?” you ask, as Andy pulls you out of the party, thankfully he decided it’s time to go home.
“You didn’t notice him staring at you the whole night?” you shake your head no, hoping he will just drop this. “Well, he did. Let’s get you home. I believe you have a promise to fulfill.”
The ride home you spend teasing Andy. Watching his body shift around uncomfortably when his pants begin to get a bit tighter. “Eyes on the road, babe,” your voice purrs over to him, adjusting yourself to undo his pants. You hum when you pull out his thick and heavy cock. Using your finger to spread around his leaking precum, watching his face struggle to watch the road and not you.
Leaning over you lick up his length, hearing the humming rumble in his chest you fully sink his member in your mouth, not stopping until the tip hits the back of your throat, blocking off your airways, tears prickling your eyes, before you move off. Gripping tightly to the base of him, you bob over his beautiful cock. “Fuck,” his voice rasps out a whisper. Continuing your motions, until he swerves off the road, “Alright, stop, stop. Sorry, honey, you’re just too good. I can’t concentrate.”
You lean back smiling over at the beautiful man that is almost your husband. Wondering how you got yourself too deep with Ransom, him thinking he tells you what you can and can’t do. It was never supposed to be that way. You were the one that was supposed to call the shots, and you’re ending it. But tonight? Tonight, you’re going to worship Andy. Let him know exactly how amazing you find him and his body.
Once the two of you reach home, it’s quick shuffling of pulling and tugging of the others clothes. Leaving the discarded attire from the evening throughout the house, leading to your shared bedroom. Andy’s fingers coast down your body, hooking his fingers of your panties, before ripping them off. When his thick digits glide through your folds, his chest rumbles, “Sucking my cock made you this wet?” his voice much deeper the more he spreads around your slick, so wet that it leaks on your thighs.
“I don’t think you realize how much of a mess I am for you Andrew Barber.”
He pushes you onto the bed, widening your legs to stare at your glistening cunt. Andy’s hands grip tightly to your legs, sliding you down the bed, to be face to face with your spread core. It’s torture having him front and center and so close to your cunt, but not touching, and he knows it. “Already see you squirming. How bad do you want me to taste you?”
“So bad, babe. Wanna cum on your face.”
“You going to let me cum in this cunt?” his hands, slide over your legs, rubbing along your stomach. “Want to see you swollen with my child. Wanna always be inside of you,” Andy knows you’re on the pill, so while he may want you pregnant, it won’t be tonight. “Gonna breed you tonight, honey.”
“Yes, please. Want you always with me, Andy.”
Burying his face into your weeping cunt, he licks up your juices. His tongue slides up your slit, before sinking into your tight channel. Rocking your body on the bed, so you can fuck his tongue. You look down at Andy, and his eyes smile as you use his tongue for your own pleasure. His hand presses on your stomach, halting your movements, and he sweetly kisses your clit. Each kiss turns more desperate, opening them slightly before he’s sucking on your bundle of nerves, entering two fingers to scissor into your velvet walls.
“So tight and warm,” Andy calls up to you, before submerging his mouth back on you. Your body writhes around with the way his mouth and fingers work you. Back arching while you fondle your own breasts. Just as your about to hit your peak of the orgasm, Andy’s ministrations stop. He watches at your cunt clenches around nothing.
“Andy,” you pant. “Please.”
“No. You’re cumming around my cock,” when you start to argue he slaps your pussy. Keening at the sharp sting, and with a smile Andy slaps your folds again. “You like that.”
“Uh huh.”
He crawls over your body, caging you in his thick toned arms. Connecting his mouth on yours, and with the taste of your arousal on his lips, you pull him in closer, your tongue exploring his mouth, distracting him enough to wind your hand down your body, creating little tight circles on your pearl, needing that release.
With the whimpers in his mouth, he knows how close you are, and he slaps your hand off your clit. “I thought I told you, you’re cumming on my cock.”
“Then fuck me,” whining you look at him.
“What you want, you get,” expertly he lines himself up, slowly entering your tight hole. “Oh, shit. This is why I wanted you to wait,” when he’s sheathed to the hilt, his hand brushes along the perimeter of your face. “She’s squeezing me so tight, and I’m not doing anything.”
Your hands push at his hips, wanting him to move, “Andy.”
“Quit your whining. Just want to feel your warmth.”
“Please,” you beg. He smiles when he watches a tear roll down your face. Using his tongue to lick it away.
“Such a good polite girl. Does my good girl want me to fuck her?” quickly you nod your head. “Is that how good girls answer questions?”
“I’m sorry. Yes, I want you to fuck me,” you pause, wanting to have the tiniest bit of control, knowing he needs that secret name that makes him go feral. He starts to tsk you, but you do want him to fuck you, “Daddy.”
Not hesitating to give you what you’ve been asking for, he pumps into you roughly. Your body reacts to every ridge and vein that adorns Andy’s perfect cock. When you feel his cock twitch inside of you, you nearly lose it. The teasing the two of you have done, make this part almost too quick. “Don’t, daddy.”
“Does my sweet girl think I’m about to cum?” you nod your head yes. “Not until you do,” he leans back, watching him enter you over and over again. Seeing the stretch of your walls constrict around him. His fingers pinch your clit, causing a wanton mewl to leave your mouth. Tightly he grips onto your sensitive nub, until you come undone. Your legs twitch around Andy’s thick form, eyes nearly closing at the high you’ve gotten, but nothing can prepare you for the thick heat Andy spurts deep in your walls.
Both of you pant onto the other. His lips kiss at your sweat laden skin, but he doesn’t leave your core. “’M tired,” you whine.
“Gotta make sure it takes, honey.”
Not one to argue, because you know it won’t amount to anything, “Okay. Can I…?”
“Close your eyes, sweet girl.”
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When the harsh ring of your phone goes off in the middle of the night, you uncurl your body from Andy’s strong warm embrace, not even bothering to look at the caller ID, “Hello?”
“I need to see you. He’s leaving soon.”
“I thought I told you not to call me,” you huff at the sound of Ransom’s voice. Looking over at your sleeping fiancé’s body. His breathing heavy.
“You will see me. Or I will make your life a living hell.”
“Fine. Don’t call back,” when you turn back to nuzzle back into Andy’s embrace, his eyes stir.
“Who was that?”
“Wrong number.”
Andy pulls you back closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, placing a sleepy kiss on your head. “Love you, Y/N.”
“Love you, too.”
You’re surprised the next evening when Andy tells you he has to be gone a couple of days for business, apologizing profusely at having to leave you again so soon. “This will be the last trip I take before the wedding. And then after,” he brings you in for a sinful kiss, making arousal pool in your panties immediately. “Two weeks, no phones, just me and you. Stuffing you full of my cum, until you’re swollen with my child.”
“Andy,” you begin. You don’t want to get the man’s hopes up.
“I know what you’re going to say. You said right before the wedding, you would quit taking them.”
“It’s just we’re both so busy. Do you really think this is the right time?” offering him the most sympathetic look you can, not wanting him to leave on a sour note.
“It’s never the right time. So, that’s why we’re just going to do it. And you, will be the most beautiful pregnant wife,” his hand pressing up against your stomach, his lips connecting to the column of your neck, offering kisses along your sensitive skin. “Can you imagine your body stretching for something other than my cock? Everywhere you go, people will know exactly who you belong to.”
With a weak smile, you nod your head. “You could even stop now, if you wanted to,” Andy’s eyes darker, and not full of lust.
“Yeah, I’ll, um, I’ll think about it, babe. Want me to drive you to the airport?”
“No, get your day started. I’ll see you in a couple days, and that’s it. No more leaving you. Think about quitting now though. It’ll be good for us,” with another quick coffee tasting kiss Andy leaves.
Almost as if you’re being watched your phone goes off. “What do you want?” your voice growls out, knowing that the pretty spoiled boy is calling again.
“I told you, I want to see you. Want perfect Andy Barber to know who you’re fucking when he’s gone?”
“You wouldn’t dare. I told you, Ransom. This was always just sex, and you knew when Andy and I were married that it was over,” you watch the shiny black Audi pull out of the garage. Putting down the phone, you wave back at him.
“Now now, you know I don’t play fair. You’re playing on my terms now you fucking bitch. My house now,” he clicks off the phone, and you’re sick to your stomach. Going into your files you pull out the contract that you made Ransom sign. Only a copy not trusting to take the original. If Andy taught you anything, it was the importance of a contract.
Arriving at Ransom’s townhouse, you push him aside when he tries to wrap his sweater clad arms around you. “Listen, asshole. You signed a contract. You break it, everything you own is mine.”
Ransom glowers at you. Biting his lip, before his face softens. “Okay, one more time.”
“And why should I?” you give him the decency of hearing him out, but you want nothing more than to walk out of that door.
“Because, you know that Andy doesn’t give you the rough, nasty sex that you get from me. Does he even get a chance to fuck that tight ass of yours?” one look at your face tells him all that he needs to know, “Just what I thought. So, give me this one last time. I’ve got something special planned for you.”
Your interest is piqued, and you nod your head, “This is the last time Ransom. We’re done.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Want it in writing?”
“Of course. I don’t trust you, Hugh,” quickly drawing up another contract, of course, it’s not legal unless there’s a witness, but you doubt that Ransom knows that. Anything that will keep him away from you and Andy.
“Come here, kitten. Want you to warm my cock, while I take a business call in a bit,” his hand pulls you into the living room, sitting on the couch, he frees his length. Already hard and waiting on you. Standing in between his thighs he pulls down your panties, and begins to lift up your dress, with a quick protest his eyes darken, “Need to see all of you. Want something pretty stare at for this call.”
Knowing he won’t stop, you allow him to fully undress you, straddling him, until he assists your body to lower down on him. “Thatta girl. Look at you so stuffed with my cock. I hate to see this end,” he looks down at the ring on your finger, and you nearly cry when you realize you didn’t take it off. “Don’t cry, kitten. Can’t hear you sniffling during the call. Just sit there and look pretty. And then I’ll fuck you into oblivion. It is the last time after all. Gotta try and ruin you for Andy. Make you wish it was my cock in this tight cunt. Now, sit still.”
Right on cue, Ransom’s phone rings. Looking at you with a nearly devilish grin. “Yeah?” he continues to talk to his associate. Lifting your body up, before he pushes you back on his cock, and your mouth releases a desperate mewl. “No, that was just my secretary, stubbed her toe,” he smiles at your mistake of making a sound. “I saw how having a secretary worked out for you, so I needed one of my own, Barber.”
You glare at Ransom, and he only smiles at you, leaning forward to kitten lick one of your exposed nipples, and you grip tightly to his chin, “Ow,” he says out loud. “No, she threw a pencil at me. Don’t think I’ll end up marrying mine. Is yours such a brat?” Ransom softly bites at your lip, whispering in your mouth, “I told you to stay still.”
His thumb presses up against your clit, and you bite your lip to stifle the moan, trying in vain to remove his hand off of you. He’s on the phone with your fiancé all the while he’s balls deep in your throbbing pussy. With a quick roll of his thumb, your voice audibly moans. Ransom laughs at your uncomfortableness, and you hear the other side of the line go quiet.
“Oh, her name? It’s Angel or something like that,” you know Andy knew that sound, and now you’re pissed, attempting to crawl off his body, but even with one hand, Ransom overpowers you. “I’m not quite sure I know what you’re implying Barber. I didn’t vet her.”
“Put her on the phone,” you hear Andy’s voice gruff out loudly. You shake your head no aggressively begging Ransom silently to not make you talk to him.
“She left. No, she did. What do you mean that there’s nothing there? I gave you good information,” it’s heart wrenching not hearing the other side of the conversation. “I don’t know what to tell you then…no, I didn’t send you on a wild goose chase…I don’t even know her, Barber…Okay,” he smiles at you. Thinking he has you right where he needs you. “I’m sorry that I took you from your perfect fiancé, you better rush back to her, then.”
You watch as he turns off the phone, using your body to fuck himself, and your own phone rings. Andy’s special song, and you don’t even have to look when you hear the screeching vocals of Back in Black.
“Ransom, please, let me get my phone,” tears fall down your face as you pant on him.
“You want him to hear you breathless?” he laughs, continuing to bounce your body on him, and you fight against your body when it reacts to his actions.
“I don’t care.”
“You get off my cock, you’ll suffer the consequence,” his grip loosens and you run to get your phone.
“Hey, babe,” you try with everything in you to not feel heated, watching Ransom remove his sweater and jeans.
“Where are you?” Andy’s voice is flat.
“I’m at Julie’s office, waiting on her to finish up to get lunch,” disgusted at how easily that lie rolled off your tongue.
“You being safe?” his voice nearly sounds like it’s a loaded question.
“Yeah, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I was sent here to interview a witness. Got here, and there’s no such witness. I’ll be coming home early. That asshole, I don’t know what he’s trying to accomplish,” Andy releases a deep sigh when you don’t question who he called an asshole. “I love you,” he nearly squeaks out.
“Love you, too, babe. See you when you get back, then,” Andy ends the call, and your still naked body turns to Ransom. “We’re through. Don’t fucking call my number again.”
“You owe me one more time. And you still have to deal with your consequences.”
“I don’t owe you shit,” you lean over to get your dress and you hear the front door close. Standing in front of you, is a man you only saw in passing. Andy warned you about him. He was sent off when Andy was still the ADA, now he’s a defense attorney. “Ransom?” using your dress, you cover yourself up wanting to avoid the hard stares from him.
“Kitten, this is my associate. Robert. You see, your precious Andy had him sent off, and he wants payback,” Robert walks closer to you, and you can only sheepishly back further away.
“Andy didn’t get him sent off. He is a criminal. He got sent off himself.”
“Oh, bunny. Is that what Andy told you?” Robert sneers at you. “Don’t call me Robert though you fucking cunt. Call me, Freezy.”
“I was there. I read the files; you were the criminal. I helped…” you halt what you were going to say.
“You’re gonna wish you wouldn’t have said that, bunny. I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
“No, this. It’s a misunderstanding, Rob…Freezy,” Ransom comes up behind you, pushing your dress out of your hands. Exposing you to Robert, his lips kiss along your neck. His hands fondle your breasts, before drifting all the way to your drenched core.
“Okay, bunny, I may be the bastard brother of our dear Ransom, but my word is better than his. You give him his last time, and let me ruin you, and Andy doesn’t find out. And you both live. What’ll it be?”
“How do I know you can trust me?”
“Because, my heart isn’t involved,” Ransom’s movements stop, starting to argue with the fact, but you know it to be true. He has a sick way of wanting to keep you to himself.
“Andy already knows,” Ransom chuckles on your neck.
“No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t,” the words are only to try and convince yourself. “Fine whatever. This is it. Ransom, you lose my number. You don’t threaten me anymore.”
When Robert produces a gun next to Ransom’s head, he reluctantly agrees to the terms. “I get her first. You’ll destroy her,” without another thought Ransom begins dragging you to his room.
“And I get to watch. Want to see that pretty face fall apart,” Robert follows you.
Trying to get in the mind frame to just enjoy this one last time. Allowing Ransom and Robert to take you apart, if only to protect your relationship with Andy. Wanting to kick yourself for allowing any of this to happen. Andy is all that you could desire, but you can’t deny the thrill of Ransom’s harsh sex and dirty talk.
Your body becomes his to mold the way he sees fit. Normally he only fucks you from behind, making things feel more like just sex. This time, he lays you down, crawling over your body to look at you. “This view is so much better.”
Involuntarily you cry, this position has always been for Andy. His favorite, so you guys can kiss through your orgasms, watch the way the other reacts to every movement. It’s such a more personable and intimate way to have sex. “Don’t cry, kitten. Wanna actually enjoy this.”
With one swift hitch of his hips, he slams into you. His motions not as smooth and delicate as Andy’s. “Hold me,” he grunts at you. Weakly you hold on to his rippling biceps. Not satisfied he gathers your hands, holding them above your head. “Make me believe, kitten. Make this last time count.”
Bringing yourself back to the time, when even for Ransom it was just sex, you allow yourself to relax, trying to only feel the pleasure that builds up in you. “Oh fuck. Fuck, you’re amazing. You just wait, Freezy. She’s honestly too good for you.”
“Shut up,” you plead.
“You like when I talk dirty to you. Do I need to fuck you dumb, you cockslut? Have Andy Barber, and still you ran to my cock. Still begged for me to cum in this sweet cunt. Is it because Andy only fucks you when he wants a baby? Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Please, stop.”
“You know it’s true. You need it rough,” he brings his hand up to your neck, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exciting. Feeling yourself tighten around his cock, nearly not wanting to let him leave. “That’s right. Squeezing. Me. So. Fucking. Tight,” he pounds into your quivering walls, emphasizing each word he speaks. “Drain it all out. Milk me, fucking slut.”
You cum, seeing stars, and blinking up at Ransom, wishing he was Andy. With a few more harsh thrusts, he fills you up. Spasming over you. Rocking his hips, until he fully goes soft, watching his spend leak out of you.
Pulling away, you want a moment to breathe, and you’re not granted that luxury. Robert’s calloused hands flip your body over, placing you on your knees thankfully. “Look at this cunt, she’s dripping with your cum,” his hand roams through your folds, gathering Ransom’s spunk, and he wipes it on your hair. “Better hope you make it home, before he does. Gotta get yourself cleaned up, you fucking cumslut.”
Grabbing a hold of your hips, he slams into you. Your body wasn’t prepared for the girth of Robert. Stretching your walls painfully, but he ruts into you viciously, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Gathering your cum covered hair in his hand, before jerking your head back. “Watch him. Watch him while I fucking break you.”
His other hand smacks harshly on your ass, yelping with the sensation, but he only cackles. Leaning forward he bites on your shoulder. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of screeching, you bite your lips. Leading him only to bite harder, and you scream. “Can’t wash that away you fucking bitch. Andy’s gotta know where he fucked up. If he leaves you, I know someone who’ll take fucking pity on you. And it ain’t me.”
His hands move to your hips, tightly gripping you, and his movements become more rigid. Slamming his body into you at such a rapid pace, and you curse your body for feeling the way it does. Hating how this fuckery is making you lose all control. Cumming on his cock, screaming at how violent the orgasm rushes through your body. Robert snickers behind you, but doesn’t let up on his pace. “Gonna give me another. Let me paint the inside of your cunt.”
Reaching forward, he holds his hand on your belly. “Hitting you right there. Fuck you feel how deep I am? Splitting you in fucking two.”
“Stop.”
“You don’t want me to fucking stop. She’s pulling me back in. She wants this just like you do, ya fucking cunt,” Robert deals you another smack, and his body shudders when you chirp in surprise. “Almost fucking there.”
Your body trembles, everything in you weakens when you feel another orgasm build up. His fingers slide to your clit, rubbing fiery circles on your swollen nub. When the wave of euphoria washes over you, you black out, if it wasn’t for Robert holding you up, you would be a goner. He squirts his seed deep in your cunt, before letting you fully collapse on the bed. His fingers play around with your pussy. Using his fingers to paint his leaking sperm on your body. “Fucking cunt,” he whispers before grabbing Ransom out of the room.
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Weeks later, and things have gone flawlessly with Andy. Ransom’s demanding calls stop. You’re still overly emotional from the ordeal. Randomly crying. Needing Andy’s strong arms wrapped around you. A week before the wedding he gifts you with a pregnancy test. Tilting your head to the side, you roll your eyes, “Andy, it’s not possible.”
“It is, honey. You’ve been taking sugar pills.”
“What?” you turn to look at him. “How long?”
“Eight weeks. Should be right on time,” your mind calculates how long ago your worst nightmare was…. six weeks.
“Why?” you can’t believe he would betray you like that.
“Because, you were never going to agree. I told you there’s never a right time. It just happens. Take it.”
Retreating to the bathroom you wish, hope, pray, whatever that it’s negative. Andy walks behind you, staring down at the test as two pink lines appear. Both of you cry, for very different reasons. Maybe it happened after the fact. Andy doesn’t wait to get a doctor’s appointment. Demanding that an ultrasound is done then.
A day before the wedding, you both watch as the tech inserts the wand. Holding tightly onto Andy’s hand you both stare at the monitor. “What can you tell us?” Andy enthusiastically asks. Squeezing your hand tighter.
“There’s your baby,” he points at the screen, smiling back at the two of you.
“How far along?” your voice, somber. Even though you love seeing that jelly bean already. Andy knew better, like always. You need to start trusting him.
“Looks like six weeks, congratulations. I’m going to go get the doctor.”
As soon as the he leaves, you look up at Andy, who brightly smiles down at you. He’s happy, it’s the day before your wedding, you should just keep your mouth shut. But a hole eats at the pit of your stomach. “Andy?”
“Yes, honey? Can you believe it?”
“No, but…Andy, I have to tell you something.”