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How much he cares, when he has no reason to.
I lean in, grabbing his face and pulling him to my lips. He groans in surprise, the sounds vibrating through my throat and into my chest. He slides his hands under my thighs, gripping tight and lifting me onto his lap.
Settling me down, I already feel his erection trying to escape his pants. Sliding my legs on either side of his, the skirt bunches up around my waist, revealing my black panties.
“Shit, you’re sexy.” He whispers against my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin as he bites down.
I grunt against the pinch of pain. Grinding against his hardness, I try to find the relief I’ve been
in need of for days. I can instantly feel my panties dampen and soak into his jeans.
“Slow down.” He presses his hands into my thighs to stop my movements. When his thumb brushes across my heat, I know he can feel the wetness drench his thumb. “Holy fuck.” He groans. “Needy, aren’t you?”
“Mmm.” I lean in to kiss him again. I don’t know what it is, but pregnancy has my hormones all over the place and I’ve been finding myself horny as ever.
That, and I don’t want to think about what happened today or what Jackson said about me being his. I don’t want to think about anything besides Jackson’s cock inside of me and fucking the emotions out of me.
That’s what Ineed.
“I need you to help me.” I whisper.
“Help you what?” He pulls my top off, revealing a black bra that no longer fits my growing breasts and my rounded stomach. His eyes slightly widen as he sets his hands on top of it, cupping the roundness with a gentleness I never see from Jackson.
“I need you to help me forget.”
He stops his movements. “No.”
I freeze. Looking up at him, I whisper, “No?”
“No. No more forgetting. That’s not what this is anymore.”
“What is this then?”
“So much more.” He slams his lips against mine, and I grasp onto the back of his neck as he uses his hands to unbuckle his pants and pull himself out. Sliding my panties to the side, I sink down on him and weep into his mouth. He feels so good, filling me and stretching me with just a lick of pain.
“Yes.” He grunts, sinking his teeth into my lower lip.
The windows become foggy as I quicken my pace, and the only sounds are that of my gasping breath and the slick, wet slide of his cock moving in and out of me.
He squeezes my bra cladded breast, pinching my overly sensitive nipple through the fabric. I yelp at the lick of pain. He feels so good as his strong body holds my soft one.
When he does it again, I gasp through the pleasure.
“Please.” I breathe.
“Please, what.” He teases me, moving ever so slowly and drawing out every gasp and moan out of my body at a tortured pace.
“Make me come.” I whine, but he halts my movements with his hands on my waist.
“Tell me, then.” He grunts, flaring his nostrils as he breathes heavily through his nose.
“Tell you what?”
“That I’m not just a cock to make you forget.” He brings his hand forward and presses a thumb against my clit. The movement makes me jolt, fire and lightning clashing through the edges of my vision like a wave of heat.
“What am I then?”
I stop, thinking about what he’s asking. What is he? If he isn’t just a booty call, what is he? Has he ever been a friend?
