Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 10

"I'm sorry... I'm so f*****g sorry..." Mom was gone, and it was him and me, standing alone inside the living room, where the fire was crackling to my anger, still not knowing what to say; that wasn't how I wanted him to meet my mom; she wasn't like this usually, she was just being overbearing like always!

Dylan hadn't said anything, his eyes following mom out before snapping back to my hopeless ones. If this didn't push him away from me, nothing would.

"For what? Jen... I knew she wouldn't like me..." I sniffled, hearing his calm voice over my head being bent down, my hands fiddling restlessly; yeah, that part I had understood too; he wasn't exactly what my parents wanted me to date, not some lawyer or grad student.

"I do, I like you..." My voice was still on the edge of breaking, and my eyes filled up. I did not want to cry, but I couldn't help it. My chest felt so heavy because I wanted everyone to see that he wasn't the bad guy the town was calling him; he had a good heart.

"... and that's the only part I care about..." His hands lifted my head, making me see his loving eyes, smiling softly at my tear-stricken face. Still feeling so bad over Mom, it was a miracle she didn't just toss him out of the house!

"... I'm sorry about your mom and..." He stopped me with a kiss, making me close my eyes, feeling his arms around me, pulling me closer and leaning back more, kissing back before opening my eyes, giving a smile to his grin, stroking some hair behind my air. He was such a sweet guy, and he was all mine.

"Don't be so sorry, Jen... I don't like seeing my girl so sad..." He smiled more when my eyes dilated, hearing him call me his girl again, my heart going faster like I was drunk again, but it wasn't drugs or alcohol; it was him that made me like this, the best feeling in the world.

"... you want to stay over?" I held my breath, knowing Mom wouldn't let me go with him. Hearing how stupid it sounded. I didn't want to push her more since she was probably opening her first bottle of wine in her bedroom, crying over her husband, who never came back home, and me, her daughter, who was giving her even more headaches dating a bad boy.

Dylan's smile faded to my heart slowing down, so he didn't want to stay? I didn't care about Mom or Mandy; my room had a lock, and I was going to use it since I wanted him to f**k me again; we had only done it once so far, and I was drunk.

"Yeah... I don't know about that part... it's hard to keep my hands off you..." he was snickering from nowhere when I giggled, stroking his shoulders; my core starting to vibrate from his hands where caressing my back gently, giving me shivers right down to my p***y to my sigh.

"Then don't..." I smiled more, his hand making me warmer, kissing again with my mouth open, feeling his tongue around mine, I wanted him, and my room was just up the stairs.

I pulled him along, snickering when we walked upstairs, past mom's bedroom, and left across was mine, trying not to moan too loud, feeling the kiss on my neck, about to open the door when Dylan turned me around, giving me another kiss, dropping my hand and giving in more, my chest heaving against his, catching lips again, feeling the hard bulge against my stomach, he wanted me just as much.

"Lock it..." I was standing before him, giving myself a smirk, when he turned the knob and pushed the button; omg, why was he looking sexy even doing that?!

I was pulling off my sweater, feeling his hands on my waist, kissing me when I came back out, tossing the shirt, and kissing him more.

My breathing getting heavier from how good Dylan's hands felt, squeezing my hips, working his way down, tugging my pants down along with my panties, leaving me bare before him, giving me a grunt of approval, snapping my bra in the back, and it was gone, same as the slight fear I had got inside.

"Get on your back, babe..." I sat down, seeing him getting undressed, which was more like a dream than anything; his naked upper body made me stare some more, trying not to gasp; he was f*****g hot! Whatever I had seen before, it was nothing; Dylan looked like a God, a ripped one who spent all his time at the gym and not writing essays or taking tests like me.

"Oh my..." I stared at his d**k, dragging his jeans down, same as mine, in one go and showing me this big thing that was already hard, thudding slowly like my core, every heartbeat making me wetter for him.

Dylan was staring at me starved, coming closer when my brain was going on overload, his fingers digging down my thighs, parting them with his knee, making me sigh when he was smiling, his d**k caressing me slowly, rubbing me with his thumb on my nub, making me bite my lips hard to his heavier breathing, getting turned on even more by my moaning.

I whined loudly, feeling him penetrating me; the heavy weight being held up by his strong arms made me feel safer; closing my eyes and opening my mouth from how right everything felt.

My legs were wrapped around him, starting to move slowly, giving me a few thumps from my core, still getting used to the size of his d**k; he was so big!

"You good?" Dylan's hazy eyes found mine, giving me a smile when I fluttered my eyes open, not sure how to answer that back more than a short moan, never wanting him to stop, feeling slow waves of my core taking over my body when he was still doing the gentle thrusts, it was amazing!

"Good... good, babe, because we will do this a little harder than last time.." I nodded, hearing his husky voice, kissing some more when my first cry left from the first hard shove; oh, he wasn't kidding, was he? I gasped, feeling the next, my eyes dilating from my core beating and the slight pain that came along; this was nothing like last time!

"Dylan...." I was mouthing his name several times, closing my eyes when my legs were pulled apart more, his big hands resting on my knees from getting up, thrusting fast and hard to my moans, holding my hand over my mouth, knowing that if I didn't, I was going to scream all over the homestead!

"yeah, that's it! Come for me, babe!" I was shaking, feeling the orgasm take over, my eyes closed, my hips riding him back, my hand still over my mouth to the low moans. Dylan did a few more pushes; he was done, same as me, stopping and starting to chuckle, seeing my hand, taking it away, my mouth open and so thirsty, my core still beating strong from the aftershock.

"I need water..." Dylan was smiling more when I giggled, seeing his eyes etched on mine, still not moving from me, his d**k still deep inside, giving me slight tingles when I moved my legs around, my legs still around his hips, giving me another smirk against my flushed face.

"There's a toll..." I smirked back, hearing his raspy voice snicker. Leaning up, I kissed him soft and slow before giving him a slight pout that made him sigh, not wanting to get off me. The pink sheet below us was soaked when Dylan lifted himself up and fell to my side, but I hated pink. That was Mom's favorite color, not mine.

"Yeah... water.... definitely need that before next round..." Dylan was giving me a smirk, stroking his fingers over my stomach and breasts like he couldn't wait for another round to my shocked face. Again? But we just did it? I stared down at his d**k, making him chuckle, pulling me against his sweaty chest, making me forget about the water I was going for.

"Dylan, what happened to your mom?" I had been lying on his chest for some time, enjoying the steady heartbeats, knowing he was close to falling asleep. Fiddling with the golden cross around his neck, it was exquisite—nothing I would expect a guy like him to wear.

"She died, that's what happened..." I felt hurt by his short answer, looking up at his chin, eyes closed and one hand under his nape, drifting in and out of sleep like me before breaking the silence.

"Okay..." I didn't want to push him, so what if he didn't want to tell me about his mom's death? We just started dating today. My mood felt more, sighing and rolling away, wanting some sleep, knowing that he was going to f**k me again, and from my small experience, I needed my rest.

"She had cancer." my eyes were closed hard, feeling sorry for myself when the loud sigh was heard in the quiet room, making me look back, having the cover over my boobs and giving him a sad look, cancer?

"I'm sorry..." I didn't know what to say. His face was hidden by darkness when I was still glancing at him, lying flat on his back, seeming to be staring up at the ceiling. He then sat, giving me another heartbreaking look like he didn't want to talk about his mom.

"Don't be... she's dead, alright? I couldn't help her, and I can't change the past. You get that, do you, Jennifer?" Dylan sounded so severe—nothing like when he was kissing me, asking for toll, his deep gray eyes staring at me, asking me to forgive something I didn't know about.

"Yeah... I guess..." I wasn't used to seeing him like this, upset and looking like he wanted to leave to tell me about his mom but couldn't. To my sad sigh, getting up when I got scared. Was he leaving me? I stared at him with big eyes, covering myself, feeling cold just by seeing his legs reaching the floor, his muscular back turned on me, before standing up in my girl's room filled with stuff that mom had picked out and not me.

He gave me another look, like I didn't get it, fluttering my eyes and wanting to start crying. I couldn't get it if he didn't tell me. I was his girlfriend? I know I wasn't the best at giving comfort, not like him, but I would try my best!

"No... no, you don't... you live here, in this... cushy life..." he snorted like it was my fault I lived here, getting up and cursing softly, dragging his jeans back on, putting a cigarette in his mouth to my whimper, not really wanting him to leave me.

"I'm just going to smoke... relax..." He had a softer voice, making me fall back into bed. I was still annoyed over him telling me that I was spoiled; I wasn't! Dylan didn't say more, getting out, his hand around his neck, rubbing slowly like he was rethinking ever coming here. I got madder. Why was he even here if he just wanted to call me a spoiled girl?

I got up, wanting some air, too, and not just him. I was still thirsty, hauling my panties up, not caring they got ruined by how wet I was, Dylan's c*m leaking out when my shirt was on, going downstairs and into the kitchen, picking glass from the cabin, running the tap and looking out the window still annoyed.

"What the hell?" I stopped drinking, saw the dark car approaching the homestead, looked at the old clock showing me midnight, putting down the glass, and shrewing my eyes more. Who was that?