Pregnant with the Bad Boy

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“Jen? Please tell me you didn't eat all the food?” Dylan's voice was tormented, and I laughed out loud at his plea.

“I'm thinking about it.” He groaned loudly at my response, and I put food on the table for him, trying not to glance up at the box as I looked at the rotated plate. He was mine, I had to try to stop being so paranoid. God it could be his mother's because I could tell and maybe he didn't want just anyone to sniff out the idea... I stopped myself in thought... but I wasn't just anyone? or?

I shook off my disbelief and brought the plate to his expectant face and I felt guilty again, I was a bad girlfriend, I would certainly be a worse wife, I hoped he didn't want me for my domesticity because then he would be disappointed.

“This is so good babe!” He scarfed it all down, the last crumb, and put the plate to the side, looking much more energetic but for some reason I didn’t believe him, I wasn’t a good cook, at all.

“I talked to Mandy, you are missing down at the stables, your replacement is apparently not at all of the same calibre.” I looked at his fingernails in exasperation as he flashed a charming smile across his handsome face, the self-righteous bastard, he loved that they noticed he was gone.

“Think I'll ask for a raise if that's the way things are.” He laughed again and put his arms behind his head, I looked at him ravenously, there wasn't an inch of him that wasn't perfect.

I pulled my gaze away and ignored the feeling of lust burning in me, I had to give in, I couldn't jump on him every chance I got even if that was what I wanted to do, this was my fault and I had to wait until he wasn't in so much pain, I already felt guilty about what we had done so far.

“Jen, I can see it's something, you're so bad at hiding what you feel.” He put his arm out and pulled me on my back and I bit my lip hard, he didn't make it easy for me.

“I told her about the ring... and well you know...” I made hand motions as he laughed at my inability to say what we had done.

“You mean you told me we were engaged?” His gaze was harsh now and I covered the blush over my cheeks with my hands.

“Yeah...” I was laughing, I didn't understand why I was so embarrassed, this was what I had been fighting for all along, I was so dorky.

“Are you okay with that? or have you changed your mind?” I quickly shook my head as he sank down relieved, I was just shy, and I didn't know why.

“No, I'm just bad at all this... I mean I want to get married but I'm having a hard time with all this stuff around, all I want is for you and me to be together, whatever.”                  

He looked worried now and I knew I had said all the wrong things, but I couldn't explain better.

“so, what you're saying is that you want to get married, but you'd rather not?” He looked hurt now and I felt the panic pressing on my chest again.

“no... no.... That's not what I'm saying Dylan.” I broke down, how could I make him understand?

“I want to get married, but I'm having a hard time balancing Mom and Dad's divorce with us doing the same thing they did twenty years ago....” I didn't dare look at him now, I know this marriage thing was more important to him, he had grown up with a mother who had just been a side chick for his father, so I understood why he wanted this so much, he didn't want to be his father, and I didn't want to be my mother.

“Jennifer. we are not them. I would never cheat on you. Never.” His voice was dull and harsh, he was serious, more so than maybe I'd heard him before.

“I know.” I took his hand and kissed it hard, I knew he could never do to anyone else what his mother had endured.

“but they got married because my mother got pregnant, I don't even know if they would have stayed if it wasn't for that.” I kept my head down. They hadn't told me outright, but it wasn't hard to figure out on their wedding date and my birth.

“but they probably loved each other anyway, through you.” His answer made me look at him stupidly, I didn't understand how he was so smart all the time and I was so stupid.

“I hope so....” I looked absently at the wall and he pulled me into his arms, I closed my eyes, this was my absolute favourite place in the world.

We lay silent now, I pressed hard against his chest, he was probably right, that they had loved each other through us children, it just hadn't been enough all the way.

“I don't want people to think we're doing this just because I'm pregnant.” I told him the truth, it was just as well as he got a thoughtful smile on his face and still closed his eyes with his fingers in my hair.

“I don't care what people think, and even if we did, what would we do about it, people will talk, especially in this shitehole of a town.” He slowly dragged his fingers further through my hair down to my shoulders and I shivered again.

“So, it doesn't bother you that people will assume it, just because we do it so quickly?” I had closed my eyes too and was enjoying the feel of his fingertips on me.

“Why? We know it's not.” I swallowed, he was right again, I should settle for that, that we knew why. I felt a little better now.

“Then it was a requirement from your mother, no grandchildren after graduation?” He laughed now and pulled me into it, he was incredible.

“Never talk about mom again in the same sentence as sex.” I was still laughing when we opened our eyes and he looked down at me longingly.

“so what do you say future wife, do you want to practice a little?” I bit my lip hard at his shameless suggestion and I bent down to the waistband of his trousers where he was already hard. I willingly ran my hand over the hard bulge, and he pulled my hair back, I gasped at his unexpected movement, I liked it.

“Dylan we should wait...” I looked up at him as he looked at me with his big grey eyes that showed I could forget about it.

“Not for my sake.” He smiled meaningfully and I sighed at his nonchalant attitude, he wanted to feel pain then fine.

I pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion and grabbed his hard hard-on that was already pulsing in my hand.

I ran my hand over it a couple of times as he squirmed excitedly before I looked quickly at him and moved slowly down to the end of the bed, so I was lying on my stomach with my face right at his crotch.

“oh babe whatever you were going to do now, do it...” he looked at me expectantly as I had my hand on his boner and slowly pulled it to my mouth, I loved seeing how his eyes got bigger watching me do things he thought were sexy, hell, thought it was sexy too.

“yes keep going babe...” he gasped as I had my mouth around his c**k and quickly drew my tongue around the tip before moving slowly up and down over him, he moaned louder as I pushed it all the way down his throat like he had done last time, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling but I was too excited to care and I want to please him, it was at least as important to me as me being able to c*m.

“babe you are the sexiest woman in the world.” Rolled his head back after looking down at me and I smiled contentedly, he was excited now so he would surely come soon if I had started to understand his body right.

I moved faster, pushing him further into me and staying put as his hand was on my head now stopping me from coming back up, I waited still before he pulled me up by the hair, I moaned at the pain which only got me more aroused, he knew just how hard to push me to make me like it.

“I'm on my way...” I looked up at his face, he was closing his eyes now and his hand had a tighter grip on my hair now, I lowered myself completely over him and he flinched as he came into me.

He gasped and I pulled myself up, this time I hadn't swallowed it and there was a strange taste and texture left in my mouth.

He looked up at me where he was still lying down and I held my hand in front of my mouth, I didn't really know what I wanted to do yet.

“Just spit it out...” he was still panting with his head up as I shook my head and swallowed hard down the strange texture that made everything feel rough in my mouth.

 “Jen, you don't have to do what you think I want; I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything.” He had sat up on his elbows and I shrugged, it wasn't that bad.

“It's okay Dylan, I'm not just doing it for you, I like it...” I felt the blush rise over me, I knew I probably wouldn't like it but with him I was willing to try anything, and I liked most of it so far.

“Really?” He looked really worried now and I sighed, my God, one blowjob and he thought I was going to break.

“Yes. I promise.” I took his hand and put it on my cheek, and he looked a little more relieved than before.

“I know you're not that experienced and I'm trying to be calm but you're so f*****g sexy all the time so I can't help but do what I feel like doing.”

“Dylan, really its fine, stop stressing over something that isn’t a big deal.” I said it dry as I knew he wouldn’t believe me, that I really like the way he was dominating me during s*x.

“Yeah... but I know I get pretty hard sometimes, because I get off on it and you're...” I interrupted him irritably, what did he think I was, a broken doll that you couldn't f**k too hard?

“Just stop.” I looked seriously into his worried eyes that were looking at me in a way that made me more annoyed, at least when it came to this.

“I like, it. Okay. I like it when you're rough, I like it when your boss me around, I like it when you pull my hair, I think it's so sexy, why else I would have done everything we've had so far?”

He sat dumbfounded for a while at what I had said, my god he was so smart usually how could he be so slow in this particular case? I sighed and looked at his pale face thoughtfully.

“You like it? For real, not just because I like it?” he looked thoughtful as I nodded at his questions.

“Maybe not all the time but most of it.” I shrugged, talking about s*x was a hundred times easier than talking about marriage.

“But then you tell me. Okay?” He looked up at me with a smile and I laughed at his concern, pulling myself up into his arms again from where I had been lying between his legs.

“Dylan, we had s*x on a trash can the first time, shouldn't that say pretty much what I like?” I giggled as he started to go through what we had done and that I had liked everything.

“Most girls don't like it...” he stopped himself as he figured out what he'd said, and I was a little pissed that he'd brought up others he'd f****d but I smiled instead at his puzzled face.

“Yeah, sure they don’t….” I laughed out loud and lay down in his arms, he pulled up his trousers and put his arms around me.

-You really are full of surprises Jennifer Thompson...he kissed my forehead and I smiled with satisfaction at having made him understand, I didn't want him to feel anxious about doing things with me that I wanted to do myself.

“You mean perverted?” I laughed not as he grunted at my choice of words.

“Hardly. But not like anyone else I've met.” I chose to ignore that sentence about him seeing other people again, I didn't want to be pissed off anymore.

I lay there for a few minutes before I got up and he looked after me questioningly, I went back into the kitchen where my plate remained and I took it and put it in the microwave, I watched boringly as one spun in the microwave, I was hungry for real now, what Dylan had said still made me annoyed, especially when he painted pictures of what girls he'd slept with liked and didn't like. I looked up at the cupboard where the box was. I pressed my lips together and took out my plate, I had a good mind to eat out here and let him wonder why I was so pissed off, but I went back inside with the steaming food and sat quietly next to him where he just looked at me silently now, which was just as annoying as if he had talked.

“What?” I looked up sourly at him with the chicken in my mouth as he smiled at me, I knew he was glad I was eating, and I rolled my eyes at his concern.

“You know you're special to me?” he pulled his hand on my arm and I took another bite, ignoring his touch that sent jolts through my entire body.

I giggled at his flattery, I was already grumpy and scraping up the last of the plate when he pulled touched me with his fingertips up to my neckline.

“I don't give a s**t about any other girl Jen; I just want you.” I set the plate down on the floor and looked at him now, his eyes burning as he spoke, I didn't want to be mad, I was fighting so hard not to be jealous of something that had been before I had even met him.

“I know about that...” I was breathing faster now as his fingers played over my collarbones and he looked like a predator with a determined smile.

“You're my special girl, who does everything I want... right? “It flashed to his grey eyes that looked deadly right now.

I had frozen where I sat, his way of talking to me was new, I had heard him firm, but this was ... like a snake talking to its prey and I loved every second of it.

“I'll do whatever you want...” I stumbled on the words as his smile widened and leaned back again where I sat gasping at what he had done to me with just a few words and touch, I wanted him more than anything.

“Take off your clothes.” I immediately pulled off the top I had been wearing and pulled down the shorts where I had worn nothing underneath.

“Spinning around for me.” He twirled his finger in the air and I followed, stopping when his finger stopped, I swallowed at the dryness in my mouth, I stood spellbound by his superior expression that drove me insane.

“Well done, Jennifer. sit back down.” he patted the seat in front of him and I sat down expectantly in front of his feet and clipped my big green eyes at him which I knew he liked.

“Open your legs. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, so I was completely exposed in front of his calm face as he moved me lightly on my thigh in circles, I stared at his superior face, he was so sexy where he sat and just talked to me, driving me to ecstasy with his commanding voice.

“Touch yourself.” He looked at my hand meaningfully as I looked at him questioningly, I hadn't done it that many times myself to be honest but for his sake I was willing to do anything.

I stroked the outside of myself, his eyes widening as I shivered at the tension between us and stroked myself calmly at his gaze that had lost its composure a little and he quickly cleared his throat as I tilted my head and smiled confidently at his tense body.

“get your finger inside.” He gulped hard now as I let one of my fingers slide in and I moved my hips upwards with the electricity in my body.

He watched me for a moment as I shivered from my own movements and had my eyes closed and I leaned back on my elbows now as I heard his voice again.

“Taste yourself babe.” I smiled and opened my eyes as I dragged my finger around in my mouth, everything I did felt like an explosion and I don't know how much more I could take as he caressed my leg on the side, I lightly loud from his touch as his voice was hard and demanding now.

“come for me.” I looked misty eyed at his face which seemed to have difficulty controlling itself as I brought my fingers in in rapid movements, it felt different doing it myself, I think if I had to choose I liked it more when Dylan did it but every movement in me made my legs get heavier and I had already arched my back when I heard his groans in the background pushing me and my legs disappeared under me and I went rigid before my body shuddered several times and I fell down flat on my back unconscious.

I stared up at the ceiling breathing hard, I hadn't heard him yet and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my ankles and I looked up in surprise as he pulled me back to his feet so I ended up with my upper body off the bed and my head hung upside down as I felt his hands angling up my legs and before I could realise what had happened then he had bumped into me, I cried out in surprise and arousal that bumped in hard waves on the ceiling as he continued to thrust into me, I closed my eyes and grabbed the bed frame with my hands for support as I gasped his name out loud and moaned loudly as he pounded me harder, I felt my legs disappear again, every little touch was like a sting in my body as I tightened my legs around him and gasped at his hard hard-on inside me that pushed me further into the fog and made me shiver with arousal.

“Dylan omg!” I screamed his name louder now as I clung to one of the bed legs and shook hard from the orgasm that pulled hard through me as he came inside me and fell down over my torso. I hung there with my hands down to the floor and stared apathetically at the bedroom door, what the f**k had happened, I had come so damn hard just at him talking to me.

I looked up at the bed where he was still panting, I beamed, it wasn't just me that had had a near death experience over what we had done.

“Dylan?" I squirmed uncomfortably now, my orgasm was ebbing away but i was still hanging straight down and without the arousal it was just uncomfortable.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up calm this time, I smiled as I saw his face, my beautiful fiancé who was all sweaty where he sat fully clothed while I lay here helpless.

He pulled me close to him and put his arms around me, I leaned my head heavily on his shoulder as we breathed in unison.

“are you all right?” His voice was anxious again as I played with his hair ending in curls at the nape of his neck as I nodded slightly.

“It was fine.” I smiled happily, it had been f*****g amazing, I could hardly believe how he got me so excited just by talking.

“Really?” He let go of me now and examined me, every little part of my face like I was going to cry or something, I pouted at him playfully and laughed as he looked so serious.

“It's good, I was a bit surprised but it was wicked sexy.” I kissed the tip of his nose and put my hand on his cheek.

“You're f*****g perfect Jen.” He smiled wider and kissed me tenderly on the lips as I smiled sweetly at his loving words and he pulled me down into his arms, I was dead tired after coming twice so fast and now that I was in his arms again where I felt safe my eyes already wanted to close.

“That was magical...” I mumbled the words into his shirt as he stroked my hair like he used to do, it felt good.

“I'm glad you like it... because I was dying there for a while seeing you.” He laughed with his dark voice and I just smiled faintly at his mirth.

“I was dying to hear you talk like that...” I shuddered at the memory, and he put the covers on me.

He must have thought I was freezing as I lay naked in his arms.

“We were made for each other...” he whispered the words into the air, I don't know if it was to himself or to me as I pulled my arms tighter around his waist, God, I loved him, the big sad man who was so safe in the world but not when I had my arms around him.

“I love you then very much.” I hugged his body again as he kissed me on the head and I closed my eyes, I knew it was too early to sleep but if I could just close my eyes for a moment I could cope with the rest of the day. He laughed lightly at me as I betted my eyes sleepily and ran his fingers through my hair.

“You get to sleep babe, I'll hold you.” I smiled contentedly at his words and gave up fighting sleep.