Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 14

"No... it's fine... she's still sleeping.... yeah, that part I got to..." Dylan's voice was hushed when I opened my eyes, his jacket around me when I had the slight memory of him wrapping me up and carrying me back to his place last night.

"Tell your mom she is safe and... yeah, just tell her Amanda..." My mood dropped hearing the worried voice speaking to my sister, making me feel sicker. I got up and walked straight to the bathroom, hurling into the dirty toilet, wanting to die. I got back up and saw his toothbrush and took it, brushing fast and wiping my mouth, meeting my hollow eyes.

"Jen?!" I didn't answer, gurgling again with the mouthwash I found, putting my hair back, and smiling as fake as I could. I didn't want Dylan to worry about me, hearing his steps coming towards the small bathroom.

"yeah?" my voice was still tired, crocked from sleeping; throwing up didn't help, seeing the tall man coming inside when I closed the door and frowning like he knew something was wrong.

"What happened?!" Dylan was examining the toilet, making me look away, not wanting to talk about feeling sick; he wouldn't understand; nobody did.

"Nothing... was that Mandy?" I looked back up, glaring at him for talking to my sister again. What was it between them, anyway? Since we started dating, he had spent more time talking to her than I had.

"Yeah, it was, so what?" He didn't even look sorry when I scoffed and crossed my arms, still inside the small bathroom that barely could hold the both of us. It made me want to get out, hating that he was cornering me without realizing it!

"So what?! how much f*****g time are you going to spend with her!?" I had it, my fierce eyes on his surprise before narrowing, he didn't want me giving him s**t about Mandy, but I didn't care! Didn't he know that it was hard enough as it was trusting him, not f*****g someone else? He was f*****g Dylan Hopper!

"How much time will you spend with the guy that bought your drinks all night and kisses when you thought I wasn't f*****g looking!?" I lost my face for a second, staring into the gray eyes that were not showing me any mercy, getting more upset, talking about Grant, the store manager where I was supposed to buy my new phone, to call my angry boyfriend!

"What about him!?" I didn't want to show him how hurt I was taking a step back; Grant was friendly, nothing like Dylan towering over me, following like he could see that he was making me feel bad for ever giving into my emotions and kissing the nice guy that wasn't him!

"He is f*****g going for you, that's what!" Dylan was pushing me further inside to my hurt, and I did not want to listen to him calling me a cheater; I wasn't!

".. and you are mine, Jennifer!" I gasped when his eyes got darker, taking hold of my shoulders, still towering over me to my heartbeat racing inside my head, hating that my core was following; what the hell was wrong with me?

I kissed him hard, not caring that we just screamed our faces off. My emotions were all over the place, and seeing the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen told me I was his; that was more than I could take!

Dylan had picked me up in his arms, still kissing when I was wrapping my legs around him, feeling so damn desperate to be closer, not caring that he was going straight towards the bedroom and putting me down with a slight thud that would have made me giggle if it wasn't for Dylan's hands that already was removing my dress, showing off my naked body to my gasp seeing him toss it down on the floor beside us.

This time, he wouldn't wait around, pulling down his jeans after taking off the old shirt with one sweep over his head. He stood stripped entirely before my stunned gaze. He looked like nothing I had ever seen, and whatever part of me imagined about him didn't even match up to the real thing!

"Jennifer Anne Thompson, I'm going to f**k you long and hard. " I whimpered, hearing his cool voice, lying naked on my back, staring in awe at his greatness. He really looked like an angel, a cold hard one that could make you lose your breath just gawking at his chiseled abs and lean arms that were bigger than my thighs; I had never seen anyone so f*****g hot in my entire life!

My legs were being parted slowly when I whined again, feeling the tip of his rugged hands caressing down towards my p***y, holding my breath from the hard tingles exploding around my spine. My chest heaved powerfully against his intense eyes, devouring every part of me.

"Oh God, yes...." I couldn't really speak watching him smile brightly from nowhere, leaning down to kiss me, giving me shivers when our lips were touching, feeling the hardness that was against my stomach, leaving traces of wetness on my skin from being so hard he was about to burst.

I hissed, feeling him slide inside of me, pushing his entire length to my stunned face, kissing my neck greedily, still not sure what was happening, closing my eyes when the pain had started to fade, leaving me almost paralyzed from the pleasure starting to beat harder from my core, my n*****s stiff against his chest, moaning slowly when Dylan suddenly stopped, making me open my eyes, feeling drunk again, not understanding why he wasn't f*****g me anymore?

"Babe, scream for me...."

I didn't really understand in my daze state of being f****d, blinking when his smile got bigger, making one big thrust into my shocked eyes, lifting up my right leg behind his broad shoulder; when my mouth opened up more, he was really deep inside now, almost making me past out starting to thrust harder to my wailing!

"Scream, Jennifer!" I couldn't hear him anymore, my eyes shut tight feeling every time he was pushing his d**k down, deeper to my screams, filling up the small place, Dylan's grunting in the back before leaning down more towards my face, taking my leg along, pushing me down hard and giving me what I wanted. Pain that came along with the hard beats from my p***y, trying to catch up with the knot my stomach getting closer, crying louder when my back gave in, slumping down from arching hard, shaking from the fast beat that wasn't just my core, my whole f*****g body!

"God!" I was squinting hard, sweat running down my face, my hips still against the muscular guy that was leaning down, my leg still on his shoulder, panting hard from how hard he just had f****d me!

"Nope, just me..." I smirked at the snickering above my face, kissing me softly when my leg was put down gently, feeling the softness of fingers combing through my messy hair on the pillow; it felt nice.

"Dylan..." I was in pain, but at the same time, not. His face was still above mine, our bodies still connected when I lifted my arms, wanting him to kiss me more; I needed him, no matter how pathetic I was.

"Jennifer, you are f*****g special..." he smiled more, showing something real in his grey eyes when my heart stopped, still too scared to ask anything; no matter what he told me, I didn't want to get hurt again.

"Alright... I need some water after this... you want something?" He was getting up when I stared at him, walking out of the small bedroom after shaking my head. I didn't need anything, not when he was around...