Page 1 of Pregnant By the Joc

ChapterOne

Jocobi

“Don’t fucking move, angel.” Right now my cock is inside my girl, who was up until this point asleep. I continue to move inside of her, pushing her face into the pillow to stop the scream I know is coming because I am only working my way deeper inside of her. “God you feel so good first thing in the morning, baby. Warm, pliant and sticky,” I groan into her ear. I hear a muffled whimper when I grind my cock inside of her. “You want to cry don’t you, angel? I bet you want to hit me and make me stop fucking you like a dirty whore, but I won’t. I never will. Do you know why?” She pushes back against me, and I smack the shit out of her plump ass. “Fuck. I told you not to move.” Her hand reaches back and pinches my side letting me know she is feeling playful.

I let up on her head and she turns her head, giving me her morning glory gaze. “What fun is it if I don’t move?” She licks her lips before pushing back against me again. Wrapping her hair around my hands, my eyes roll to the back of my head when she wiggles, seating me further into her sloppy cunt. That is part of the reason why I fuck her when she is asleep at first, because the minute she begins moving, I lose control and I like to take my time.

“Bitch,” I grunt before pulling out and flipping her over on her back. I wrap my hand around her neck and watch her eyes glaze over. I learned almost from the beginning that my girl loves it when I am rough with her. She likes it when I tell her what to do and where to go. It turns her on when I make her eat and pick out her clothes. She confessed to me this is the first time she has ever been taken care of. That gutted me and gave me more motivation to make my girl feel loved and secure.

She smiles at me when my grip gets tighter. “Good morning,” she says so sweetly, She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lean in and kiss her, releasing my hold on her throat. Her tongue plays with mine, bidding him good morning while her pussy sucks on my cock like a vortex.

“Damn it, angel. I wanted more time,” I tell her, sucking a nipple into my mouth.

“I know, but you have a game today and you know your mom is going to be up here in minutes to feed you the breakfast of champions.” For her smart-ass mouth, I smack her pussy with my cock and put my legs on the outside of both of hers. Her breathing begins to pick up because she knows what happens next. I push her legs up and make sure they are closed tight. Then I rut this Viking cock inside of her tight sluthole, right as my mom knocks on the door. I slam my hand over her mouth to stop the ensuing scream, but God do I love the tears that are falling from her face.

“Cobi, breakfast.” Fuck. I can barely form words now. All of the circulation is being pulled from my brain to my balls. I can’t even fucking move I’m so stunted by how good she feels taking me anyway I give it to her.

“Yeah. Okay,” I cough out trying to cover my impending orgasm. Ripley is still crying little girl tears, but her pussy is giving me big dirty girl suction and wetness.

“Oh, and good morning Ripley. We made breakfast for you too, sweetie.” My girl's eyes soften a moment at my mom’s words. Once I am sure she has walked away from the door, I remove my hand and glare at my angel.

“Take it,” is all I tell her before I pull out and push back in with everything I have knowing this is going to be it. My thumb rubs vigorously against her clit, and she screams, weeps, and bucks against the snug invasion. Rope upon rope of my seed leaves me, binding her to me, trying to find a home so my kid is in her, and she’s showing by graduation.

“Cobi, babe, oh God, I can’t,” she cries, scratching me in her fit of release. I fuck her through the orgasms, watching it fall out of her and simultaneously putting it back inside of her with my fingers. I don’t know if she has caught on to the fact that I do it every fucking time. My fingers are coated in it, so I rub it around her pussy, the inside and the outside. “Holy hell,” she says, dropping her hands to the side.

I roll and pull her with me, putting her head on my chest right over my heart, the heart only she owns. “Are you okay, angel?” I love rubbing her, blonde, soft head full of hair and back after I have been brutal with her. It's like aftercare, but it is more than that, it is checking in with her mental state now that I have taken care of the physical and lately I have noticed she has been a little quiet and I don’t like it.

“I’m fine, Cobi.” The quiet in her answer lets me know she is lying but doesn’t want to tell me.

“Look at me.” I command lifting her chin with my finger. Her well-fucked glassy eyes meet mine and I can’t help but kiss her reddened lips before continuing. “You know I love you, right?” Smiling, she nods her head. “You also know there is nothing I won’t do for you, and you can tell me anything.”

“I know, big boy. I told you I am fine.” She tries to smile to reassure me, but it doesn’t work. However, I know we have to get ready for school. So, I nod, lift her in my arms and carry her into our walk-in closet. Yes, you heard me. She doesn’t technically live with us, but she might as well. She is here every night, and my mom took her shopping, filling one side of my closet with nothing but clothes for her.

When we began dating, she wouldn’t let me drive her to her home. It pissed me the fuck off, but I didn’t want to argue with her in the beginning. Then one night, I heard some boys joking about her mom being a walking snake hole and how those men are always at her place and taking bets on whether or not any of them have taken my girl. I knew I needed to know she was safe.

So, one day, after her shift, I drove her home and ignored her insistence that I don’t. I walked in and saw her mom performing oral on one man, while another one walked out of the bathroom with no pants on. I looked at my girl who looked ashamed with her head down, ordered her to pack some shit and took her home and she has been with me ever since. That was eight weeks ago.

My parents looked at me when I brought her home and saw my don’t fuck with me, look, nodded at one another and that was that. They know their son and I know my parents have a similar story.

Once we are in the closet, I sit her on the island and look through her clothes. “Do you have anything today?” I ask her trying to figure out what she should wear.

“Uh, I just have a tutoring session today at noon.” I spin and look at her because I have her schedule memorized and I know for a fact there was nothing about that. “They emailed me last night,” she adds. I call bullshit.

“Yeah, okay. Wear this.” I hand her this tank dress my mom bought her and pull her bra and panties from the adjoining dresser. See my girl is gorgeous. She is curvy in all the right places with an ass I love to smack and bite. Her hair is light spun gold and running my hands through it while she is asleep is like a drug. But my favorite thing about her is how tiny she is in stature. She is five-three to my six feet two inches. That’s pick her up with one hand and fuck her standing height difference. I love dressing her up, showing off her figure but walking beside her so every fucking thirsty dick in the school know she rides my cock only.

“Thank you,” she says lifting her mouth for me to kiss her. As pissed as I am right now about her keeping shit from me, I can’t deny her any amount of affection. “I love you,” she tells me and I take it as a confession and an apology for something she is about to do. Yeah. We will see about that.

ChapterTwo

Ripley

I am a horrible person. A terrible person. I lied to the boy I love more than anything in this world, never mind the fact I did it for him. He doesn’t deserve a lie.

Jocobi and his parents have been so good to me these last eight weeks. When he showed an interest in me, as attracted to him I was, I tried so hard to maintain distance, but he wouldn’t allow it. He showed up everywhere I was, walked me to each class, had someone escort me to my tutoring sessions, and he drives me to work despite my objections. When he doesn’t have practice. He is always there to drive me home. It was mind blowing not to mention, it made me a target of all the girls in school who have been trying to become his girl.

Everyone in town knows the Monroe’s. His father is the lieutenant at the police station, and his mother is a heart surgeon who has been featured on TV, talk shows for the celebrity lives she has saved, and has written a few books. They are Darien Royalty. Not to mention they are regular donors to the women’s shelter and the education initiative in town. Another reason I wanted nothing to do with him.

I am a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. I live in the one and only trailer park in town, with a mother who is always drunk and having inappropriate relations with random guys all over the house. Hell, some of them try to come into my room when she has passed out, which is when I learned to stuff a chair under my door knob.

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