Page 13 of Pregnant By the Joc

“Hey man I’m sorry. Just a little salty right now. You found your woman and I am not knocking that, but you forgot about your buddy from kindergarten, ya know?” Well shit when he puts it like that.

“Yea I’m sorry, bro. I wish I could explain it to you, but there are no words for what I feel for her.”

“I can think of something. Edward and Bella or Jacob and Renesme.” He starts laughing and it makes me smile. Leave it up to him to equate it to Twilight. He is the only dude I know not ashamed to admit he loves that damn series. He, however, was team Jacob. Dumb ass.

“If that helps you understand then sure bro. Now seriously I need a favor.”

“That’s what I gathered. I assume this has to do with what happened at the game.”

“You got it.”

“Man, I am sorry about that. How’s Ripley? I guess I should be asking about the baby no one knew about too.”

“They are both fine. The doctor says it was minor and didn’t affect the baby at all.”

“Congratulations man. I mean damn. When you go in you go all in, huh?”

“Damn right. Now she can’t leave me no matter how demanding I am.”

“Poor girl. Does she know what she is in for?” Chuckling, I shake my head.

“I think she is figuring it out. Listen, does Leslie still get her hair done at your sister's hair salon?”

“Oh boy. I don’t like where this is going man. Yeah why?” Excellent.

“Do you think Corrine would do me a solid?”

“I’m sure she would. She still owes you from that time we beat up her ex.” Fuck yeah, I forgot about that.

“Cool. I need Leslie to feel the karma.”

“Are we talking about minimum karma or maximum pain?”

“What do you think?” I ask him.

“Well hell. What do you want her to do?” With those seven words he just restored my sanity. I can’t wait for the day I get to let her know it was me. Let everyone know, I may not do it myself, but my wrath can come in all forms.

ChapterTen

Jocobi

Four Weeks Later

Five Months Pregnant

“Wake up angel.” She looks so comfortable and peaceful. I hate waking her, but we have to get to school, and I know for a fact she has a test today. One she wouldn’t want to miss. My cock, the commanding fucker is leaking in my shorts because I am staring at her, her swollen belly wrapped around the body pillow I got her for when I am not home. Impulsively I put my hand on my son and close my eyes. I feel nothing but love and a possessiveness I have never felt before in my life. It rumbles inside of me, anchored only by her being in my bed, wearing my ring and housing my seed every fucking night.

At night when she is asleep, slumbering and sometimes drooling on my chest, I close my eyes and hold my son in both hands and thank God for both of them. I pray over them, something I haven’t done since my grandmother died. “Nooo. Sleep.” She groans into the pillow, throwing it over her face. Chuckling, I bend down on my knees and lift her nightgown. I kiss my son before rolling her to her back.

“Good morning Angel.” She groans again but she also spreads her legs for me. "Look at you offering me this teenage, bred pussy. You know this is my breakfast of choice don’t you?” She answers by pushing her hips in my face. In response I lift her legs. “Fucking thick thighs.” I say kissing and biting the inside of her thighs.

“Cobi.” She moans my name pushing her wet pussy in my face.

“Yes baby. Say it again. Call my name. The only name you can call when this pussy is squirting and squeezing me so fucking tight.” I kiss her puffy lips before running my nose through her folds. “God you smell like cinnamon first thing in the morning.”

“God, Cobi. I’m so turned on right now,” she whispers, gripping the sheets.

“You're always a horny girl in the morning. Hours of not having this cock inside of you and your pussy begins to weep and throw a fit.” I watch it open and close at my words, shiny dew coating her opening. My mouth begins to water, and I dive in. I take a small taste before sliding my tongue through her spicy syrup.

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