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Isabella I laugh at Keira. "No way the professor just walked out?" "Yes, he..." I look at her to see why she stopped talking. I can see why now. James Bancroft is standing there in the flesh, and Keira is looking up at him with bulging eyes. "Isabella, can we speak, please?" "Sorry, James. We don't run in the same circles. I don't want my peasant status to rub off on you." He looks at me in horror. "I said that to you?!" Keira is watching us both with wide eyes. "You need to leave, James. You shouldn't have come here. Take the hint when I blocked you from my phone and social media. It meant I have no desire to communicate with a person like yourself." I see him wince at my caustic tone of voice. Thank goodness I'm wearing a baggy jumper today I only have a slight bump but it's still noticeable. "Please, Isabella. Just five minutes. That's all I'm asking for." I look at Keira who is looking at me with a 'what the fuck is going on and you're dead to me for not telling me this' look. "Babe, I will get you in the library." She looks at James with narrow eyes. "I'm going to get campus security in five minutes, fucker." I smother my laughter, Keira is the most loyal and protective friend I have ever had. We hit it off straight away when we met. She gives me a quick hug. "Will you be okay with this wanker?" "Yeah, five minutes." She nods and walks towards the library. I look up at James. Trust him to come to a campus in a full suit and tie. His cheeks are flushed and his perfect hair looks dishevelled. "Please, Isabella. Can you tell me what happened? I see tiny snippets of it. By the end of the reception, I was so drunk my friends had to practically carry me home." "Short version is, we went upstairs you fucked me for two seconds and told me how you like your fuck buddies, you don't want me to get clingy, you don't do relationships and you doubted we would see one another as we don't run in the same circles. You left saying to clean myself up and come down separately as you didn't want Torian on your ass." His face loses all of its colour now. He looks at me horrified. "I-I'm so sorry Isabella. I don't recall saying those things to you." He closes his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, I never would want to make you feel like that." "Well, James some part of you did. I do not know why but I'm over it. Please stop harassing me now. Move on." I turn towards the library. He grabs my arm. "What can I do to make it up to you? Please." I partially turn my head towards him. "I want to forget I ever knew your name, James. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing. I don't associate with vile humans who treat others like shit as if it's their God-given right. So if you want to make it up to me. Leave me the fuck alone." I yank my arm from his grip and walk to the library. I don't look back at him. I let out a deep sigh. I don't need to speak to him till I have the baby. First, I need to face Keira's interrogation. Keira waits for me at the library doors. When she sees me coming she walks over to me. "You okay?" "Yeah. He was a hookup at my sister's wedding. The best man. He wasn't very nice afterwards. He doesn't know this but I'm pregnant." "What?! What the fuck, Isabella? Why didn't you tell me?" "I only found out a few days ago." "Oh fuck. Does Riah know?" "She knows something is wrong but I've just told her it's the stress of the exams coming up." "When are you going to tell her?" "When she has arms full of a baby and she can't beat me up." "She will really be that furious with you?" "Why do you think I am waiting till she has the baby?" "Hmm, good point. Are you going to tell him you're pregnant?" "If I can get away with it, he won't know till after I have had the baby." "I can't believe this. You go from ex-drama to hookup baby drama." "I know right and here you are having shagged half the campus baby free," I say with a snicker. "No glove, no love." "Yeah, he suited up, but I still got pregnant." "Come on, let's get a drink decaf for you. We can go to the library afterwards." She takes my arm and squeezes it. At least I've told one person now. It's a start.~~Josephine's POV~~I stretched on the couch as my eyes slowly opened. My gaze moved around the quiet room until it landed on the sheriff standing in front of me. Memories of what had happened last night rushed back into my mind. I remembered taking the sheriff's cock into my mouth, remembering the way it had filled me up earlier. But I wasn't satisfied.I slowly sat up and adjusted my clothes, smoothing my dress over my thighs. I needed the sheriff. I needed him to fill me again, I need him to burst his nut everywhere on my curves and I wanted to swallow every last bit of his thick salty cum.After some time, I walked toward the station. I adjusted my legs as I stepped inside and headed straight to the sheriff's office. The officers barely looked up as I passed them.I reached the door, turned the handle, and opened it with a soft click.The sheriff looked up immediately, his face lighting up with a small smile."Josephine... you're here," he said.I walked toward him slowly and sat
~~Josephine's POV~~"Why are you so flirty?" He asked but I didn't answer, my hands kept rubbing his laps. He stared at me for a moment his hard cock throbbed between his legs as I continued slowly rubbing his bulge feom his trousers. His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes darkened as he watched me."Are you always this filthy?" he asked, his voice low.A smile slowly curved across my lips."Why don't you come closer and taste me?" I said, grabbing his hands and guiding them to squeeze my breasts."You like that, Sheriff? Don't you like my full, succulent breasts?" I teased, using his hands to massage them.He quickly unbuttoned my clothes and took one of my breasts into his mouth."Fuck..." I moaned, throwing my head back as he wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, teasing me with his tongue. I gasped as my eyes rolled back and my head shook in different directions.My fingers slipped into his hair as pleasure shot through my body. His tongue flicked across my nipple whi
~~Josephine's pov~~"Fuck... forgive me, Father," I panted, my voice trembling as I moaned beneath him. The priest gripped my waist tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued driving into me with relentless thrusts."You shall be forgiven when my seed erupts in you," he groaned hoarsely.His hand shot into my hair, yanking my head back as he forced me to arch deeper against him. My breath hitched in my throat, my body jolting with every powerful movement of his hips. The wooden chair beneath him creaked loudly as my ass bounced against him."Fuck... I'm going to erupt my seed in you," he growled through clenched teeth.Heat rushed through my body as his pace became rougher, faster. My fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, my legs trembling from the intensity of it. Every thrust sent a sharp pulse through my stomach, making my breath come out in shaky gasps."Fucking God..." he rasped.His body tensed suddenly. His movements turned erratic, desperate. T
~~DAMIAN~~"Put that down." Her wild giggles as she tried to escape me warmed my heart. I picked her up and blew bubbles in her tummy making those giggles get even louder until they became squeals. She's her mother's daughter for sure; loud. I put her on my hip which I like to tell myself is her perfect place to be and walked deeper into the house to find the rest of my family.I took the paperweight from her before she smashed me in the face with it and didn't even bother asking her how she got it off the desk in my home office. I found my wife and son in the kitchen working on a science project for school. That one takes after his mom too, he got her brains.The smiles on their faces when I walked into the room was worth every hell I'd ever been through. My wife waddled around the kitchen island and came over for her hello kiss, which I was only too happy to give her. I put my little terror on the floor and put my hands on the mound of Zara's tummy where
~~DAMIAN~~For the first time since I'd had her in my bed she became the aggressor. She pushed until I was on my back and once again we were both surprised by the move. She looked down at me tentatively waiting for me to scold her, but instead I palmed her tits and juttled my hips up in a silent message for her to move.She planted her hands on my chest and moved her ass back and forth, rocking her cunt on my cock. I pulled her down and took her nipple in my mouth as our hips moved together, picking up speed as we went.Her hips sped up and I knew she was close. I stopped all movement to see what she would do. She bit my chest. "Ouch!" I glared up at her fighting back the laugh that burned in my chest. I'd never laughed with her before. "What was that for?" I rubbed the spot and slapped her ass."I want to cum, Damian." I grabbed her ass and slowed her movements, keeping her on the edge. It was playful, and I found that I liked playing with her in
~~DAMIAN~~I should hate that, hate that I couldn't be away from her for more than a few minutes before feeling that pull as if there was an imaginary string holding us together. I saw her little face all the way back to the cabin and was running by the time it came into view.My heart raced sickeningly in my chest now for a different reason. I shouldn't have done it, I should've taken the fight to him. Fuck, what have I done? I opened the door and braced myself to see her now with these new confusing feelings playing havoc with my mind. I pulled the mask on over my head and felt sick doing even that, but I needed her.She was lying on her back with her eyes closed and her breath even in sleep. My heart squeezed just a little at the look of innocence on her face. She didn't hear me approach and I stood next to the bed looking down at her and my hand reached out to touch.---She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head my way. I saw the
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