EsmereldaThe next few days always start the same. Jaxson pulling me into his office and fucking me one way or another on his deck. Never really removing my clothes completely, that I can allow myself to just enjoy the time I have with him. Everyday my stomach seems to grow and somehow or another I manage to keep his hand away from it. I don't know what he thinks when I move his hand, but I always try to move them. I always just divert them to my tits. Men like tits right. Like now.I am bent over his desk, my hips pressed against his, as his hand tries to slide down towards my stomach. I quickly grab his hand and bring it up to my breast, not wanting to give him any ideas. He wastes no time in squeezing them, causing a rush of pleasure to shoot through my body.But then, he does something that makes me freeze. He asks me a question, one that I am not sure I am ready to answer. "Why do they seem to keep getting bigger?" he says, his thrusts becoming more forceful. I can feel my cheeks
JaxsonI'm a mix of emotions, on one hand I am happy. Who would ever believe I was happy knocking a girl up. But I have been trying all week to get this result. Ever since I realized I didn't wear a condom with her I unlocked a new kink. I wanted to breed her, I wanted to tie her to me forever. And now I learn she is. But not from our time here. No from our first time together. Little did I know that not only have it cemented her in my brain that night, but I cemented myself in her. Everything makes sense now. Why she was always moving my hand why she wouldn't let me remove her clothes. She is pregnant and by my count at least 15 or so weeks. She might have a little stomach to her. My eyes drop from hers to her stomach trying to see through the purple shirt she wore today.But I am not superman, I can't see through it no matter how hard I try, so instead I raise my hand and place it on top of the shirt. Sure, enough the fabric doesn't give way the way it's should with the flowlines it
EsmereldaI stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I try to decipher the expression on his face. It's like a storm of emotions, rapidly changing, never settling on one feeling. I can't tell if he's angry, confused, or perhaps even regretful. This could be the moment my world comes crashing down. In an instant, I could lose my job and the man I've come to desire. It's not just about the sex, though that's been intense and passionate. It's the way he looks at me, the way his touch sends shivers down my spine, and the pained expression on his face when he has to end our encounters and send me back to my desk. I know I should say something, but my tongue feels heavy, and my mind is racing with thoughts. I'm afraid that any moment now, he will fire me and walk out of my life forever. The thought of losing him fills me with a sense of dread I can't explain. I stand there, frozen, hoping that he will give me some sign, some indication of what he's feeling and thinking. But his face
EsmeraldaTwo years that's how long it took for Billy to show his true colors and through our 'marriage' down the train. Actually, no, that is too nice of an away to describe it. He let it go up in a flaming hot dumpster fire, then pissed on it while laughing.That's why I am at this club with my best friend Frankie, the girl stuck through there with me every minute since high school. When I showed up at her house last week with a bag full of clothes looking like a hot mess of tears and wet clothes from the rain. She didn't even say I told you so. Instead, she just let me in, and waited a day before telling me she told me so. And tonight, when she got home from work and saw me in the same spot, she left me eight hours earlier and demanded I get in the shower, declaring we were going out.So here I am two hours later after I showed she shoved me into a skin time body con green dress that left nothing to the imagination. Then she curled my long red hair into perfect loose curls that fel
JaxsonI had been watching her from the shadows most of the night. It was hard not to be drawn to her, with her fiery red hair and perfect curves. But I knew I couldn't approach her. I promised myself I wouldn't. Then I saw her dancing with that sleazy man. He had her locked against him, not allowing her to move freely. I could see the frustration in her eyes as she tried to break free from his grasp. She was a caged bird, desperately wanting to spread her wings and fly.But what caught my attention was not the dancing, but the way she moved even in the limited space she had. I could tell that if she was given the chance, she would be hypnotic on the dance floor. It was evident that she wasn't dancing for the sake of dancing, but to express herself. Her body language spoke volumes, and I couldn't help but wonder how she would move without being held down.As she finally managed to break free from the man's grip, I saw a glimpse of a gypsy I had seen before. It was as if she had been c
EsmeraldaHoly shit. Jaxson is hot, and he listens and now he is kissing me. It's the kind of kiss you only ever read about in romance books. I can't help but gasp and he uses that to slide his tongue in my mouth. That's when things get interesting.In all the years I have been with Alex nothing felt like this. Never has a kiss got me wet, like panties needed to be changed wet. That's exactly what's happening here now. Especially when his hand works its way up to the back of my neck and fingers rake into my hair at the base, and grab. A chill breaks out across my entire body, and I shiver and moan. As his tongue continues to dominate my mouth his other hand reaches my hip and he pulls me close till the top parts of our bodies are pushed together. My soft against his hard. And I do mean hard. Jesus. I can't believe this is happening. Jaxson's kiss is like a fire, burning through my body and leaving me wanting more. Both hands tighten on my body, and I moan into his mouth. I feel a sp
JaxsonThis woman. That is all I can think about. I only meant to prove to her that she was broken, and it was her piece of shit exes who were at fault, she couldn't come with him. I thought a quick orgasm under the table at the booth, a few more drinks and I would send her on her way. That went to shit when I realized exactly how responsive she was. When she melted into me and let me move and grab and pull her how I wanted. She gave me no fight in the club. And when she was on my lap and her hot pussy was against my cock that thought went out of the window, I could feel her wetness through my pants. I already knew that he probably never got her like this. Mewling like a cat in heat, her body begging for it. So I told her she was coming home with me. But I tried one last time to stick to the original plan. Making her come against the wall. Then I would send her away. That wasn't happening because I felt how hard she came, but I couldn't enjoy it because I had to keep her body and her
As I step out of the sleek black car, my heart races with anticipation. Jaxson is pulling me towards the elevator, his hand firmly gripping mine. We exchange a knowing glance, both of us eager to reach the privacy of his home.As we enter the elevator, Jaxson presses the penthouse button and swipes his card, a gesture that makes me feel a little beneath him, I could never afford something like this. The doors close and Jaxson immediately presses me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine with an urgency that ignites a fire within me.I melt into his touch, my hands exploring his muscular frame as he runs his hands through my hair and down my back. The elevator ride seems to last an eternity, but I savor every moment, losing myself in the passion and desire that flows between us. the doors finally open, Jaxson pulls me towards his penthouse, never breaking our kiss. I am completely under his spell, my body craving his every touch. This is what I have been waiting for and didn't