The baby daddy
1651 Words
She was a bunch of nerves when she dialled his number. She can’t even remember his name.
Should she call him Max? Or Mark? Which was it? She scoured her memories and for the life of her, she could not remember if it was Max or Mark.
She remembered the hard planes of his body and his piercing blue eyes though. His breathtaking good looks, his sharp cheekbones and of course, the many ways he brought her over the edge with his hands, his lips and his long, hard rod.
The memory of her riding his thick hard rod alternating with him pushing into her repeatedly brought a tingly feeling to her clit. She blushed at the thought and felt hot and horny all over.
Looks like it will be a busy night for her trusty vibrator. She must remember to plug it in and charge it later, she thought.
When she heard his deep voice on the phone, she almost dropped it. It was so silken smooth and sexy, it was like a direct line that buzzed her deep down in her belly.
“Yes? Who is this?” he asked tersely over the phone.
“Er, it’s me, Cla…Clarissa Jang, errr, I…I…mean…R….Ris,” she stammered.
“Ris?” there was a pause.
“Ahhh…Ris…took you long enough to call me,” he said warmly.
“Can we…err…meet?” she said hurriedly. She can’t tell him over the phone. She remembered his reaction when he found out that she was not on the pill.
He would not be pleased to hear that she was pregnant with his baby.
“Sure, miss me?” he asked suggestively, amusement in his tone.
She felt her heart almost skip a beat before it started pounding loud and fast.
“Ummm…yes,” she said truthfully, remembering how he made her feel in bed. She wouldn’t mind having him over right now.
He chuckled. A deep silky sound that seems to slide down her torso straight down to her crotch. She swallowed and felt her panties dampening. Traitor.
“You remember where I stay?” she asked.
It is best they meet here where it’s private so that they do not have to worry about strangers overhearing their conversation.
Although, technically, he is a stranger to her. She doesn’t even know his full name. Heck, she doesn’t even know his first name.
“Miss me that much huh?” he asked, a teasing suggestive tone in his voice.
She forced a light laugh.
“Can you come over tonight?” she hoped he could come.
She needed to tell him and decide what to do with the baby. It has been about three months since the one night stand so she should be about three months along too. If she had to abort, she had to do it soon.
“Sure, Ris, I’ll see you tonight,” he replied, his voice suggesting a ton of other things he planned to do to her.
By 8 o’clock, Clarissa has changed a dozen outfits and paced her whole tiny apartment, making sure it was neat and clean and presentable.
She even changed new sheets and admonished herself for her lusty, horny thoughts.
She doubt that he would be in the mood after finding out that she’s pregnant with his baby.
She is so nervous she felt like fainting. She couldn’t eat. Her stomach was so full of butterflies, she felt nauseous. And it was not due to the morning sickness too.
She gulped down some water and almost gagged. Pregnancy has left a bland taste to her tongue that is worsened by the taste of plain water.
By the time 10 o’clock rolls around, she was wondering if Max or Mark would even come.
Will he come? Or had he forgotten? Maybe he was delayed somewhere?
He did not say what time he would be coming but she had expected it would be around 8 or 9. It is now after 10 and still no sign of him.
She checked her phone for the millionth time. There were no messages from him. There were no calls either.
She deliberated on calling him to check and stopped herself. She would sound desperate. She didn’t want to sound desperate. Although, she is desperate. Her situation is desperate.
At five minutes to 11, the doorbell rang startling her from her sleep. Despite her nervousness, she had dozed off on the sofa.
Wiping saliva that had dribbled down her chin with her sleeves, she patted her hair to make sure it was not a mess, walked to the door and opened it with a smile.
She inhaled sharply at the sight of him.
He was every bit as gorgeous as in her memory of him. Three months melted away. It was as if they were still on that first day they met, the attraction buzzing strongly between them, never abating.
“Are you letting me in or will we be standing here for the rest of the night?” he raised an eyebrow at her.
She realised she was gaping at him. She closed her mouth and let him in. She locked the door and sliding on the security chain lock out of habit.
“Making sure I don’t escape eh?” he asked, noticing the security chain lock.
She blushed.
“Max, er, Mark, aughh…I can’t even remember your name right,” she said, exasperated and went to sit down on the sofa.
He chuckled, amused.
He sat down close to her and easily pulled her on to his lap. Before she could protest, he covered her lips with his.
“My name is Max, I have missed you, missed your sweet, sweet lips,” he muttered over her lips before his tongue traced her lips sensuously and plunged into her mouth. One of his hands held her close to him while another cup her breast over the thin material of her plain cotton dress.
She shivered, desire and lust pooling deep within her.
She must not let him seduce her.
Not yet.
She struggled loose and hurriedly got up.
“Wait, Max, I have something to say,” she said.
Not trusting herself, she quickly put some space between them. He was looking at her with desire-laden eyes, as if he was about to pounce on her at any second.
Heck, she wanted to pounce on him any second.
“So?” he asked as he removed his tie and jacket, carelessly leaving them on the sofa. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his pristine white shirt, revealing part of his muscular chest.
She swallowed. Her eyes met his amused blazing blue eyes. She looked away.
“Well, you know…er…that night…” she started and stopped.
She took a deep breath. She should just get it over with.
“I’m pregnant and it’s yours,” she said in a gush, squinting her eyes shut, not daring to look at him and his furious reaction that was sure to follow.
There was an ominous silence. She dared not open her eyes.
Will he storm out of here without a single word?
She heard some rustling and suddenly felt his hand grip her chin.
“Look at me,” he said, dangerously quietly.
She opened her eyes tentatively and let out a tiny gasp.
He was standing a mere few inches from her, his face so close they could almost kiss.
What was frightening was his blazing blue eyes, now cold as shards of ice.
“You didn’t take the morning after pill? Why didn’t you take it? Are you sure it’s mine?” he asked, glaring at her.
She swallowed again. Her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and he glanced at the pink tip of her tongue, his eyes darkening.
Growling, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His tongue plunged deeply into her as he pulled he close, pushing her against his hardening crotch.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he muttered, dragging his lips down her neck, his hands pushing her ever so closer as he grind into her.
She moaned, unable to talk. Her whole body was thrumming with desire. She couldn’t think. She wanted him. She was so horny, she can’t even remember what they were supposed to be discussing.
“Answer me! Why?” he growled as he blazed a trail down her neck to her chest and sucked her n****e through her lacy bra and dress. His other hand cupped her butt and pushed her closer into him.
She moaned and arched into him. She didn’t know what he wanted her to say.
She still can’t think.
He pushed the scoop neck of her dress aside, pushed aside the bra and found her n****e with his mouth. He took it into his hot wet mouth and sucked.
She moaned louder. Her whole body was thrumming and tight as a violin’s string, all coiled and tensed. He pushed the whole top of her dress and bra down to her waist, revealing both of her breasts to the cool night air. He continued licking and sucking on one n****e while one hand cupped her other breast, his thumb gently rubbing the pebbly n****e.
She felt her knees buckle and in one smooth movement, he swept her in his arms and carried her to her room.
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