Novel & Cerita Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock

"But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?" "Ahhh," Jean stammered. She stared into his eyes, then her gaze swept across his twitching manhood standing up from his crotch. She licked her dry lips again. She felt her pussy spasm. She suddenly knew for sure that he was going to stick that monster cock in her. Her juices were flowing down her channel. In a minute she would be dripping.

I blurted out, "Excuse you? Yes, you should be excused." Father chided, "I had already told you that the company was obviously the most important investment I have made but a common woman is this close to ripping off every trance of your hard work with a fake smile and pretence of pregnancy," The pretense of pregnancy? "What are you talking about and how did you know about Kristen's pregnancy?" I rasped,

"But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?" "Ahhh," Jean stammered. She stared into his eyes, then her gaze swept across his twitching manhood standing up from his crotch. She licked her dry lips again. She felt her pussy spasm. She suddenly knew for sure that he was going to stick that monster cock in her. Her juices were flowing down her channel. In a minute she would be dripping.

I couldn't hold it back and gagged. I couldn't understand how a man juggling two women could pretend this well. Doug went pale right away. "Are you pregnant again? We need to check right now!" The moment he mentioned the baby, it felt like a blade drove straight through my chest all over again.

She questioned, lifting her forehead, causing some wrinkles there. Just as those words spilled from her mouth, my mind quickly raced back to my past. "Could what she just said be true?" I mumbled my words out. "Oh, I see… You see, you just had another round of a good dick fucking you crazily.. no wonder… cos I know that's exactly how I feel each time I get ridden well by one of those my hot dudes, you know…!" Jannie spelt out, shameless. "But wait girl, I hope you're protecting yourself, pregnancy is real… forget about STDs, that can be handled. But pregnancy… girl… that journey is a no no again for me now."

They were both beyond thrilled when we told them I was pregnant. I know we need to wait a while, but the idea of Jack fucking another baby into me is one I think about constantly. Jack’s eyeing me from across the room with those sexy blue eyes of his, and I can already feel my panties growing wet. I’ve been a very naughty girl again. When he went to take a shower this morning, I secretly watched him through the crack in the door and fingered myself to orgasm as he scrubbed that big, beautiful body clean. I’d used one of his socks to clean my pussy up afterward, making sure to place it somewhere where he’d be sure to find it.

However, I held on to my stomach so that my pregnancy wouldn't go wrong. "Ah, watch your language! What are you saying?" I couldn't take it and started to speak in a high-pitched voice. "Cut the crap, bitch! Don't you think that the rest of us don't know? We know that you're pregnant, right? What woman gets pregnant without a husband, other than just a bitch like you!"

I want to start my career without his name being so closely tied to mine — something earned entirely on my own. Still, as I stare at the two lines, I can’t stop smiling, wide and full of joy. I can’t help but think this child is lucky to have such a loving father and a mother by their side — something I never had. I stand up from the toilet and quickly hide the test strip in my skirt. Smoothing out the fabric, I leave and head straight to the sink. I calmly wash my hands when the door opens beside me. A tall blonde woman walks in. Her upturned nose and sharp eyes exude arrogance as she looks me over, but she smiles and winks at me while pulling out a tube of red Dior lipstick to touch up her

"I can do it myself." "Should you really be—" Artyom starts, moving towards me before he stops and fidgets with his shirt sleeve. His button-down shirt is rolled halfway up his forearms, revealing pale skin stretched over corded muscles. I have to tear my eyes away from him. "I mean, in your condition," he starts again. "I'm pregnant, not paralyzed," I say flatly. I tuck the sheet around the corners of the mattress, feeling his eyes on me as I move. "How did you find out?"

“How can anyone be certain those children are even yours? You and I both know about the fertility results from your physical four years ago.” The room went cold. Elena’s hands curled into fists in her lap. “Say what you’re implying directly, Margaret. I’d rather you embarrass yourself to my face.” “I’m simply saying,” Margaret continued smoothly, “that a doctor once told my son conceiving naturally would be extremely unlikely. And now, suddenly, after a humiliating divorce and a multi-billion-dollar inheritance landing in your lap — you’re pregnant with twins. Forgive me for finding the timing remarkable.” Damian’s face had gone pale. “Mother, that report was years old. Inconclusive.”