Knocked Up Novels & Stories

I clutch his shirt and kiss him back with equal hunger, my panties dampening with every stroke of his tongue. He groans into the kiss when my hand lowers and grips his hard dick over his slacks. My core clenches in anticipation, and my body flushes hot with need. “Maybe we can have a quickie? You know how horny I get these days and how good sex is for the baby—” A knock resounds on the door, cutting me off. “We can ignore that.” I kiss him deep, and he kisses back, feebly trying to push me away. I wrap my arms around his neck just as the second knock comes through.

She knocked me unconscious, claimed we had sex, and got pregnant to trap me. But if she drugged me unconscious, how did she get pregnant?

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Ava shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

My revenge sex plan was not Harmon approved. My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. I only knew we were leaving because I recognized the sequence of events that followed Harmon knocking out the pushy twenty something asshats one by one. Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I was getting fucking close, I could feel my balls tightening, while my cock swelling inside her tightest hole. Almost cumming And that was when three loud knocks echoed through the house. *Knock. Knock. Knock.* “Honey…? You home?” Mr. Williams’ voice boomed from downstairs.

The knock came again, more insistent. “Ignore it,” Zara breathed, pushing her hips back against him, taking him deeper. He grunted, obeying. He focused back on the feel of her, on the building pressure in his balls. He fucked her harder, faster, the table now scraping across the floor with each impact. The knocking persisted, becoming a steady, frantic drumbeat against the door. Then it changed. It wasn’t just knocking. It was a heavier, metallic bang. Clang. Something hard was being used—a fist? A object?—to strike the door. The noise was violent, desperate, cutting through the wet, animal sounds of their sex.

My wife, Anne Baker, wants to remain childfree, so I decide to get a vasectomy. But on our way home, she hands me an ultrasound scan. "I'm three months pregnant, and the baby isn't yours." I look at her in shock. She smiles and points at the BMW behind us. "I didn't want to tell you I had a one-night stand, but I accidentally got knocked up. An abortion is bad for my body, so I decided to keep the baby." I grip her hand tightly as I say furiously, "So you lied to me? You were lying about wanting to be childfree!" She leans in, kisses me, and speaks in a gentle yet cruel tone. "Honey, I just love my baby too much. Since you've lost your ability to have a k

“I knew you two would make us proud.” Congratulations poured in. Elena started talking about doctors, baby names, and how they would announce it publicly at the right time. Raymond raised his glass in a toast. I sat there completely stunned, forcing a weak smile. My heart was racing. I wasn’t pregnant. We both knew it. Marcus had just lied to his entire family without even warning me. I played along, nodding and saying thank you when they looked at me. But inside, I felt sick. This was another decision he had made for me. Another way he was using my body and my life for his image.

Knock!!! I hurriedly tried opening the door but it was locked. While I was shaking the door with a slightly urgent force, it was suddenly opened from the inside. Thud! Dianne hurriedly went outside the room with her head down looking sad or what and since I am at the entrance, she directly bumped into me. Due to the forward force she unknowingly exerted, I was hit by her head on my center abdomen and I was knocked back then down which later did I notice that she was tripped by my right foot as well.

I was so scared… i took a sneak peak, then brought out my gun, incase if i will need it. "You take that dick…" The male groaned out. I sneaked in fully, only to see who it was… "The fuck is wrong with you guys?" I didn't even know when i yelled out. "Shit…" lucifer said, covering Mary-rose up. "What the fuck is wrong with you nigga? Don't you know what's called knock? It's spelt K. N. O. C. K." He yelled so annoyed. "You told me you were going, and i came back home to hear animalistic groans and you expect me not to react?" I yelled back, then tucked back my gun in my pocket.